Ryan eyed Johnny’s cock, stroking it once more with his hand while he plucked up his courage, then took the head in his mouth and sucked experimentally. It really was hard to get a blowjob wrong, unless teeth were involved, or so he hoped. Ryan glanced up to gauge Johnny’s reaction.

“That’s good. You okay?” Johnny smiled down at him.

“Mmm.” Ryan took a little more, swirling his tongue around as he carried on jerking the base with his hand. It was weird, because it didn’t feel as strange as he’d expected. Once he’d pushed himself over the mental barrier of having another guy’s dick in his mouth, physically it was way less intimidating than he’d expected. Johnny didn’t taste of anything much, just clean skin. It was a little like sucking on a finger or thumb, only bigger, and the skin was softer.

“Fuck,” Johnny muttered. “That feels great.”

Meeting his gaze again, Ryan tried to smile, and realised it was impossible with a cock in his mouth. Then he closed his eyes and took Johnny deep. He was glad Johnny’s cock was a non-intimidating size because Ryan was able to take it all, until his nose was in Johnny’s neatly trimmed pubes. Feeling pretty smug as Johnny gasped, Ryan reckoned he was doing all right for his first time giving a blowjob.

Johnny moaned, fingers gripping the desk as Ryan slowly slid his mouth up and back down, then did the same again. With each pass Ryan got more confident, sucking harder, and using his tongue on the underside. “Oh Jesus. That’s so good.”

Pulling off, Ryan replaced his mouth with his fist again as he said, “It’s easier than I thought. Or maybe I’m just a natural.”

“A natural cocksucker?” Johnny grinned. He cupped Ryan’s cheek with one hand and ran his thumb over Ryan’s lower lip. “It could just be beginner’s luck. I think you’d better try again to make sure… Oh, fuck yeah—” his words turned into a whimper as Ryan sucked him deep again. He put both hands on Ryan’s head, gently, and Ryan found he liked the sensation of Johnny guiding him.

Ryan started to stroke his own cock, which had softened due to nerves and the need to concentrate on pleasing Johnny. Now he was getting into his stride, he started to lengthen and thicken again, the sensation of his hand and the sounds Johnny was making teasing him back to hardness.

Suddenly Johnny said, “Ryan. I’m going to come if you carry on doing that.”

Pausing for a moment, Ryan considered his options. Then he carried on sucking, hoping Johnny would get the hint. Ryan didn’t want to stop; now he’d started this he wanted to see it through. He just hoped he’d be able to swallow because there wasn’t anywhere obvious he could spit it out.

“You want me to come in your mouth?” Johnny asked, voice strained.

“Mmhmm,” Ryan said around his mouthful of dick. He sucked Johnny harder and faster, stroking and squeezing Johnny’s balls as he did so.

“Oh yeah,” Johnny encouraged him. “That’s perfect. Keep going like that….” He began to thrust into Ryan’s mouth, his fingers tightening in Ryan’s hair. Ryan took it, and made his own noises of pleasure and approval as Johnny fucked his mouth. The whole experience was turning him on way more than he had expected.

Johnny clutched Ryan’s hair so hard it hurt. “Yeah. I’m coming!” Warm salt exploded on Ryan’s tongue. He stilled, holding Johnny’s cock in his mouth as he pulsed a few more times, his breathing ragged, and body tense.

When he judged Johnny was done, Ryan pulled off, and then swallowed with a wince. He wrinkled his nose. “Yeah that doesn’t taste great, does it? Why haven’t we evolved better tasting jizz yet?”

Johnny laughed breathlessly. “You’re a scientist. Surely you can see that delicious ejaculate wouldn’t be in the best interests of a species from an evolutionary point of view.”

“Huh. I guess not.”

“There’s water by the bed if you want to rinse.”

“No. I’m okay.” Ryan stood. “I’d rather kiss you, then you can share it.”

“I don’t mind the taste.” Johnny reeled Ryan in with a hand around the back of his neck. He kissed him deep, and Ryan wondered whether Johnny could taste his come.

“Not even when it’s yours?”

“Especially when it’s mine, and it’s in someone else’s mouth. I think it’s hot.” Johnny kissed him again. Ryan’s erection bumped against Johnny’s softening dick, and Johnny took it in his hand and tugged on it a few times. “Seems like I’m not the only one who thinks it’s hot. Did you like having my cock in your mouth, and tasting my come?”

“I liked sucking you,” Ryan admitted. “More than I thought I would. Not sure about the come in my mouth though, I think ‘liked’ is a bit strong, more… tolerated.”

“It was hot for me. Especially because I know it was your first time.” Johnny stroked Ryan’s cock more insistently. “So. How do you want to come? Want me to blow you too? Or do you want to fuck me?”

“I want to fuck you,” Ryan said immediately. Much as he loved Johnny’s mouth on him, he wanted his cock in Johnny’s perfect arse again.

“Where do you want me this time?”

“Can we do it doggy? And can you keep these on?” Ryan plucked at Johnny’s lacy shorts that were still tugged down just enough that Ryan had been able to get to his cock. He slid a hand around to squeeze Johnny’s arse, slipping his fingers into the crack.

“Yes.” Johnny smiled. “I’m glad you like them on me.”

“I love them.” Ryan pulled them back up, tucking Johnny’s dick inside. “Now get on the bed and show me how good they look again.”

Johnny turned and crawled onto the mattress. He went down onto his elbows, the curve of his back emphasising his butt as he spread his thighs. The bulge of his balls was subtle in the snug lace, but enough to remind Ryan who he was about to fuck. “Lube and a condom?” he asked.

“Same place as last time.”

Ryan went to Johnny’s underwear drawer again. At some point he’d like a chance to look through it properly, but now getting himself gloved up ready to fuck was more of a priority. He found the lube and a condom and tossed them down on the bed before stripping out of his clothes. Climbing up behind Johnny, he rolled the condom on, then pulled the pink lace down just enough to give him access to Johnny’s hole. He squeezed Johnny’s arse, kissing each cheek before slicking his fingers and sliding two carefully into Johnny. Johnny moaned and pushed back on them, so Ryan stopped being so gentle and fucked Johnny steadily with them for a moment.

“I’m ready for your cock,” Johnny said. “Go for it.”

“Are you going to come again?” Ryan asked, withdrawing his fingers, and lining up his cock at Johnny’s hole.

“No. It’s too soon. But I want you anyway. I want you to come while you fuck me.”

“Fuck.” Ryan gasped at the feeling as he pushed inside. “That can definitely be arranged. God. You feel amazing.”

He tried to go slowly at first, wanting it to last a little while. But with Johnny moaning and encouraging him, the urge to lose himself was too much. Ryan fucked Johnny faster and faster, breathless and sweating as he slammed into him.

There was a pause in the music as the track changed, and Ryan was briefly aware of the sound of his grunts, the creaking of the bed, and the loud moans knocked out of Johnny with every thrust. He hoped the music was doing a good enough job of covering the racket as it restarted. Pushing his momentary self-consciousness aside, Ryan went back to focusing on the physical as the pleasure built.

“You going to come soon?” Johnny asked.

“Yeah,” Ryan managed.

“Tell me when. I want to see if I can feel it.”

“’Kay.” Ryan slammed into him, harder, harder… and, “Oh fuck yeah. Gonna come.” A last few erratic thrusts and Ryan stilled, coming with a harsh groan in an orgasm that seemed to last longer than usual.

“Oh Jesus, that’s hot,” Johnny said.

“Could you feel it? Even with a condom?”

“Yeah.”

Ryan eased himself out of Johnny and dealt with the condom, while Johnny flopped onto his back and rearranged his underwear. He stretched luxuriously. “Damn that was good. The perfect way to end a long work day.”

Standing uncertainly at the foot of the bed, Ryan wasn’t sure what to do now. With him still naked, and Johnny in nothing but the lacy shorts, he wasn’t sure he should get back onto the bed. Last time he’d hung around for a little while, but they’d had clothes on. “Yeah,” he said. “I’ve been revising all day and I needed a break.”

Their eyes met and Johnny’s expression was hard to read. “Wanna stick around for a bit?” he said casually. “Round two later if you’re up for it? Or do you need to head off?”

“Uh. I should probably go.” The thought of a second round was appealing, but what would they do in the interim? This was supposed to be a casual, sex-only arrangement, and Ryan wasn’t sure how spending a longer evening together would fit with that. “Get back and do another couple of hours’ work before bed.” Actually he was probably done with studying for the day now, but it gave him an excuse to leave without sounding dismissive. He turned away and started to put his clothes back on.

“Okay. No worries.” Johnny got up and shed the panties, pulling on a pair of sweatpants instead.

The silence felt awkward as Ryan dressed. All the intimacy of the sexual act chased away by reality now the high of orgasm had faded. It was weird how you could lose yourself in someone for that short space of time, feel that sense of intense connection based purely on the physical. Then when it passed you realised you were still relative strangers. Ryan felt an ache that was almost like a sense of loss.

“Do you want to meet again soon?” he asked hopefully.

“Yeah, sure. When suits you?”

“Thursday evening?” That was forty-eight hours away. Ryan was starting to feel worryingly addicted to sex with Johnny but he thought he could wait that long. At least he had the photos on his phone to keep him and his right hand company in the meantime. He’d made good use of them yesterday.

“I’m working late on Thursday. I could do tomorrow instead if that’s not too soon? Not getting bored of me yet?” Johnny’s lips curved in a teasing smile.

Ryan’s heart leapt at the thought of seeing Johnny again so soon. “No. Tomorrow sounds good.”

“Same time?”

“Sure.”

Johnny picked up a towel. “Let yourself out. I’m going to wash off the lube. See you tomorrow.” He gave Ryan a kiss on the cheek and they left his room together.

Ryan hurried downstairs, relieved when he managed to get out without meeting anyone. Out in the street he paused, taking a deep breath of the cool evening air. The sky was clear and stars pricked bright holes in the blackness. He wondered what would have happened if he’d hung around for longer. Would they have lain in bed together, exchanged kisses while they got horny again? Watched TV together? Talked? Part of him wished he’d stayed to find out. But it was probably better this way.

Meet, fuck, and leave.

This arrangement was only supposed to be about sex and it was better to keep the boundaries nice and clear. The sex had been amazing. Ryan’s body was still buzzing with it. So why did he feel faintly unsatisfied?

Ryan was still in a weird mood the next day. He woke early feeling anxious and as his brain came into focus, his worries were split between pre-exam nerves and wondering whether this thing with Johnny was a good idea or not. The exam anxiety was more easily tackled, so he tried to push aside all thoughts of Johnny and focus on revising.

In a house full of third year students, tensions were running high with exams less than two weeks away. They all had different routines and preferences when it came to their study habits. Some of them preferred to work in the daytime where others were night owls. Some got out of the house to study for a change of scenery, others tended to work from home.

Ryan usually did his studying at home, starting straight after breakfast, and trying to fit in a good seven hours so he could run or work out later in the day, and relax in the evening before bed. Ewan was working at home today too, so when Ryan paused to refuel on caffeine he went up the second flight of stairs to the top floor and knocked on Ewan’s door.

“Come in.”

Ryan stuck his head around, “Hey, man. I’m making coffee. Do you want some?”

“Oh fuck yes please. I’d love some. But don’t bother to bring it up. I need to eat too, so I’ll be down in a few.”

“Okay.”

Ewan joined Ryan in the kitchen just as he was pouring the coffee. He’d made it strong, which was how he liked it, so he added a little extra water for Ewan and put sugar in both.

“Yours is in the red mug.”

“Cheers.” Ewan put a couple of slices of bread in the toaster.

Seeing food made Ryan realise he was peckish. He’d had breakfast early, and it wasn’t far off midday now. Opening his cupboard, he got out some muesli. Breakfast cereal was a lifesaver when you were hungry but lazy.

Once he’d filled a bowl and added milk, he leaned against the kitchen counter to eat it rather than going to sit in the living room. He’d heard the TV on in there and didn’t want to get sucked in to watching anything.

“So, what’s going on with you and Johnny then?” Ewan asked.

Ryan paused, a spoon of cereal halfway to his mouth. He should have expected this. It was the first time he’d been alone with Ewan since Sunday when he’d seen him at Johnny’s place. “Nothing much.” He took the mouthful, giving himself a bit of thinking time as Ewan eyed him sceptically.

“Did you fuck him again?”

“Are you always this nosey?”

“You know I am.” Ewan grinned. “I get it. It’s none of my business. But I’m taking your response as a yes.”

Ryan huffed in frustration. He couldn’t win. “Okay, yes I’m fucking him.”

“Oh, so it’s a regular thing?”

“Yes. For now. It’s not a relationship, just sex.”

“Fuck buddies?”

“Yeah.”

“Well good for you. It’s nice to have something regular if it’s fun. And I’m glad you’ve worked out your sexual identity crisis.”

“Mmm,” Ryan said noncommittally around a mouthful of cereal. Because he’d been doing a very good job of not thinking about that aspect of what he was doing with Johnny. He knew it was something he needed to deal with eventually. He couldn’t deny that he wasn’t as straight as he’d liked to believe for a long time. Maybe he was only attracted to quite femme men, but they were still men. Ryan couldn’t hide from the fact that he was bisexual. What he needed to untangle was why he felt uncomfortable about that, and whether he wanted to be more open about it with other people in his life—like his other housemates, or even his family.

Ugh.

He had enough on his plate for now. That could wait. Well… as long as he could trust Ewan to keep his mouth shut. “Look, mate.” He met Ewan’s gaze, voice serious, “I’m honestly still not quite sure where I am with it all at the moment. This is very new for me, and my head’s still a bit of a mess about it. So can you do me a favour and keep this to yourself for now? I’d rather the rest of our housemates didn’t know about it. Because it’s not serious, it probably won’t last long, and I don’t want everyone knowing my business.”

Ewan studied him, a small frown furrowing his brow. “Yeah. It’s okay, man. I get it.”

“Thanks,” Ryan said gratefully. His bowl was empty now so he put it in the dishwasher along with his spoon. “Right. I’m going to get back to work. See you later.” He picked up his coffee.

“Yeah, happy studying.”

Johnny texted Ryan just after five:

Do you have a lab coat at home?

Ryan chuckled, and replied: No, why?

I want to play doctors. Can you get one?

Not today. But I could next time I go into my department. Maybe later this week.

Shame. Still on for tonight anyway?

Definitely, Ryan sent, and then added: Yours at eight?

Yep. See you then :) x

The kiss was new. Ryan paused for a moment, wondering if it meant anything. Then he decided that having sex with each other was more intimate than a kiss in a text message, so it probably wasn’t a big deal and he should stop overthinking.

Okay x, he replied.

By the time Ryan rang Johnny’s doorbell, he was knackered. He’d spent almost the whole day studying, partly because he needed to, and partly because when he was busy cramming his head full of facts he didn’t have any mental energy left over to stress about Johnny and what it all meant. His brain was fried and although he’d been stuck at a desk or sitting on his bed with his notes most of the day, his body felt exhausted too, stiff and achy from lack of movement. Tomorrow, he needed to make the effort to get out for a run or hit the gym as a break from work, but tonight he’d have to rely on Johnny to give him a workout.

“Hi.” Johnny gave him a smile as he let him in.

Ryan was relieved when it was Johnny who answered the door. He didn’t care too much about Johnny’s housemates seeing him, because apart from Ewan they didn’t have much connection with Ryan’s friends, but it was still less awkward this way. “Hey.”

Johnny led him straight upstairs without even offering him a drink this time. Ryan was relieved, it felt better for him when this was clearly all about sex—not that Johnny had given any indication that he wanted anything more either.

There was already music playing in Johnny’s room, and as soon as they were inside Johnny started to take off his clothes. Ryan stripped too, feeling faintly disappointed that they weren’t starting with kissing. He preferred more of a build up to getting naked, but he could roll with this too. And when Johnny pushed Ryan down on his back on the bed and started blowing him, Ryan definitely wasn’t complaining.

His cock was still mostly soft when Johnny started, but he hardened quickly with Johnny’s practised mouth and tongue. Ryan wondered how many guys Johnny had done this for, and quickly clamped down on an unwelcome flash of jealousy. He had no right to feel like that.

Focusing on how it felt instead, he slipped his fingers through Johnny’s silky hair and hummed in approval as Johnny took him deep. Johnny was stroking Ryan’s thighs, hands gradually edging higher, and Ryan gasped when he started stroking and squeezing Ryan’s balls.

Johnny pulled off and started to lick Ryan’s balls instead. His mouth was warm and wet, and his tongue was a delicious tickle as he lapped. “Oh yeah, that’s good.” He spread his legs a little wider to give Johnny better access, and then tensed as Johnny licked lower still, sucking on the sensitive skin between his balls and arse. He moaned, because it felt good, but his heart was beating out of his chest and not just because he was horny. Johnny put his hands on the backs of Ryan’s thighs and pushed, lifting Ryan’s feet off the bed and tilting his arse up as he slid his mouth down, down, down….

Ryan drew in a shocked breath as Johnny licked into his crack, just grazing Ryan’s hole with his tongue on each pass. Every muscle in Ryan’s body was tight, poised on a knife-edge of indecision. To put a stop to this or let it happen? It felt good physically, but mental alarm bells were ringing all over the place. He hadn’t expected Johnny to go there without at least asking first and Ryan was worried about what he might do next if Ryan didn’t call a halt.

Johnny must have sensed Ryan’s reluctance, because he stopped after a few licks and let Ryan’s feet back down onto the bed, making Ryan feel grounded and immediately less vulnerable. “You not into that then?” Johnny asked. “Sorry, I should have checked. I forgot who I was with for a minute.”

That was a sharp reminder that he was just one of many notches on Johnny’s metaphorical bed post. “Yeah. Not really I don’t think.”

“You ever tried it?”

“No. But I never liked the idea of someone playing with my arse.”

“Didn’t it feel good though?”

“It was good, but it feels a bit….”

“Too gay?” Johnny raised his eyebrows.

Ryan didn’t answer, because Johnny had hit the nail on the head.

Johnny rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry. I get it. But it’s your loss. You’re missing out if you never find your prostate.” He took Ryan’s cock in his hand. “I’m sorry, I killed your boner. Want me to blow you again?”

“Yeah.” Blowjobs were safe, especially when Ryan was on the receiving end.

It took him a little while to get back into it, but Johnny was skilled enough that he had Ryan ready to come within a few minutes. “I’m pretty close,” he warned, hoping that Johnny would want to be fucked. But Johnny just paused to say, “Okay. Come in my mouth,” before getting back to work. Ryan looked down. Johnny’s face was mostly obscured by his hair, and one arm was down between his legs, moving rhythmically as he jerked himself off while he sucked. Letting his head fall back on the bed again, Ryan closed his eyes and enjoyed the building wave of approaching climax until it crashed over him and he groaned as his body tensed with the force of it.

Johnny sucked him more gently for a moment, then finally released him. He crawled up the bed and leaned over Ryan. “How do you feel about kissing someone after they’ve swallowed your come?”

Ryan answered him by putting a hand on the back of his neck and guiding him down. Johnny’s hair fell around them like a curtain as they kissed. Ryan could taste himself faintly on Johnny’s tongue. The bump of Johnny’s erection against his hip reminded him that he ought to reciprocate.

“Do you want me to blow you?” he asked.

“Not today.” Johnny reached for the lube from the bedside table and handed it to Ryan, then lay on his back beside him. “Finger me while I jerk off.”

Ryan knelt between Johnny’s thighs and slid two wet fingers into his crack while Johnny stroked himself. Johnny spread his legs wider. “Yeah. Put them in me.”

One finger went in easily, so Ryan added the second and felt more resistance. He eased them in slowly, and Johnny moaned. “Oh yeah, that’s good.” Encouraged, Ryan started to thrust them in and out. “No. Go slowly. Yeah… that’s better.”

Ryan watched Johnny’s expression relax into one of bliss as he slowed his movements to a sensual slide. “That good?”

“Mmm,” Johnny hummed contentedly, his hand moving slowly over his cock. “So good.” He began to stroke a little faster. “Twist your hand so your fingers are pointing up.” More stroking, and his breathing was getting faster too. “Now curl them up a little. Oh fuck, yes. There. Keep going.” Johnny’s hand slowed again. He swiped at the precome on the tip of his cock and smeared it down the shaft, making it shine. Then he gripped his cock tightly, body taut and straining, hips canted up. Ryan hesitated. “Don’t stop!” Johnny said urgently. “Go faster now.”

Ryan pumped his fingers in and out, trying to get that same angle that Johnny had approved of. It seemed to be working because Johnny said, “Oh yeah. That’s amazing. You’re going to make me come.” Johnny still wasn’t stroking his dick, but he squeezed around Ryan’s fingers and groaned loudly as white come erupted from the tip, splashing onto his stomach. Ryan kept going, pushing through the resistance as Johnny’s muscles clenched around him and Johnny cried out as a second spurt hit his chest, and a third, and then a fourth. Head back and eyes screwed shut he seemed lost in his own ecstasy. “Fuck yes,” he said weakly. “Slow down a bit.” A few more gentle slides of Ryan’s fingers elicited a final weak dribble and only then did Johnny move his hand again, catching the last bit of come and stroking himself with it as he clenched around Ryan’s fingers one more time. “Stop now.”

Ryan gently eased his fingers free and Johnny let his hips drop back onto the bed. He opened his eyes and raised his head to give Ryan a satisfied smile. “Fuck that was good.”

“It looked it,” Ryan admitted. “I never come for that long.”

“And that’s the magic of the prostate, which is why you should give it a try. If you don’t want me to stick something up your arse, do yourself a favour and try it on yourself at home. Seriously. You won’t regret it.”

So that was why Johnny had wanted Ryan to finger him. Sneaky fucker. Ryan had to admit that this little display had him intrigued, but he didn’t like being manipulated. He wanted time to think about it before he agreed to anything. “We’ll see.” He got up and started dressing.

“Want to meet again tomorrow night for some more stress relief?” Johnny asked.

Ryan hesitated. That would make three days in a row, which seemed a little un-casual. But he wanted Johnny, and this was a great way to wind down after revising. He was definitely sleeping better for it. “Okay.”

“Is nine o’clock okay though? I’m working late tomorrow.”

“Yes sure.”

“And can you get that lab coat? Might be fun.” Johnny was still lying naked on the bed covered in come. He grinned at Ryan suggestively. It was hard to resist him when he looked like that.

“Yeah, all right.”

“Cool.”

Ryan leaned down to kiss him on the cheek before leaving, and went home with a smile on his face.