Page 84 of The Frathole
Ryan’s already got his lips trailing down toward the base of my cock. As he stimulates my nerves, I grit my teeth to keep down the moan I’d normally let loose.
“Which is?” I ask. He doesn’t reply, so I call out again. “Lance, what did you need?” I’m sure I sound like a dick right now, but it’s Ryan’s fault.
“Oh,” Lance says. “I thought you were coming to the door.”
“I’m…kinda in the middle of someth—oh…”
Ryan’s tongue just ran the full length of my shaft, and I roll my head back, enjoying the sensations running through me.
“I can wait. It’s not a big deal.”
Ryan swaps his mouth for his hand, stroking as he gazes up. “I don’t know. It’s pretty big to me,” he whispers.
“Shh,” I hiss as he refuses to leave my cock alone, that urgency in me hastening.Focus, Marty.“Are you, like, waiting out there for me?”
“Yeah,” Lance says. “On TikTok.”
Ryan sneers at the door as though he has a grudge against it. “I used to like that guy.”
He gives me another stroke, licking the head of my dick before offering a kiss. “Don’t worry,” he whispers. “I’ll still be ready to service you when you’re finished.” And when he releases my cock, I feel like I could fucking kill my bestie.
I push to my feet and throw on my boxers. As Ryan gets off the bed, he grabs the back and tugs them down, like he wants to get a quick glimpse of my ass. It snaps back up as I lean down and grab my tank off the floor, throwing it on.
Ryan’s settling on his air mattress, lying back.
We don’t have to do this often, but when something like this has come up, we always make sure we’re conspicuously where we would normally be in the room at the same time, since it would be odd if Ryan was naked in my bed or I was naked at my desk, which is one of our favorite places to fuck.
I’m about to open the door, when I check to make sure Ryan’s settled, but he’s sporting a hard-on, looking like a fully erect Greek statue on the air mattress.
“Ry,” I snap.
He looks to me, that oblivious expression on his face, searching around as though he’s trying to figure out what I want. I indicate the issue, and he chuckles before draping a sheet over his waist.
When I open the door, Lance looks clueless as hell.
“Yeah?” I ask.
He looks up. “Huh?”
“You needed something.”
His gaze shoots right to my crotch. He looks away quickly. “Whoa, is that what you were taking care of?”
I see the tent in my boxers.
This is all Ryan’s fault.
I cover it with my hands.
“How have you smuggled that giant sausage around here without anyone noticing?” he asks.
I never gave much attention to the fact that no one knew my size—really never thought there would be a reason for them to know, but it seems to keep coming up since Ryan started working me up.
“I knew he had a giant sausage,” another voice comes from farther down the hall before Dax walks into view. “Morning, guys.”
“How did you know he had a giant sausage?” Ryan asks fromthe air mattress, and I can tell he’s a little annoyed he’s not the only one who knows this about me.
Dax shrugs. “I get a feeling about things like that. My ass gets a little twitch in it. Kind of a superpower, I guess.”
