Page 11 of Level Up (Franklin U 2 #4)

Chapter Eleven

Jay

Ryan had the audacity to be naked and that fucking hot.

He stood in front of me like a nude model about to be painted on a fresh canvas. His body sculpted from valleys for his abs, boulders for his biceps and chest, mountains for his shoulders and traps, and flawless marble for that handsome face and thick cock.

I reached for him. I traced the lines of his muscles, felt them shift and ripple under my touch. Our lips met in a kiss that was both nervous and electric.

Our dicks touched, and the world collapsed in on itself.

My eyes rolled back, pleasure rocking through me like a category ten earthquake. And there wasn’t even such a thing. A category ten would leave a continent in rubble.

My brain turned to mush.

I reached between us and grabbed us both in one hand, stroking as we thrust together.

“That’s so fucking hot, Jay. Keep jerking us both off.” He leaned back so he could watch me stroke our dicks together. Something about it was almost like a mind trick. Half my hand was on my dick; the other was on Ry’s. Sensations were off. Bliss bloomed in my chest.

We dripped precum. I used my thumb to take some from my tip and then some from Ryan’s before I brought my finger up to my mouth and sucked.

Ryan’s face lit up, his cock throbbing against mine. “How’d we taste together, baby?”

“Like heaven.”

“Give me some.”

“Gladly,” I said. His tongue swirled around my thumb.

“Fuck, that’s so good.”

I caught sight of the intricate snake tattoo coiled around his thigh. The scales shimmered with an almost metallic sheen as his thigh twitched.

“You’re so sexy, Ryan.” My voice was shaky. I traced the outline of the tattoo with my fingertip. “What’s the tattoo for?”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, his dick bouncing against mine. “Just liked it, I guess,” he mumbled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Thought it looked bad-ass. Plus, snakes are my favorite animals.”

Another surge of heat traveled outward from my tightening balls. “It does look cool,” I managed, my voice a mere whisper.

He gave himself a squeeze, more precum pearling at the tip. “Let me suck it,” I said, the words coming out as a plea.

“Yeah? You want this big dick, don’t you?” All I could do was nod. If I spoke, it would come out a tangled mess of random words and sounds. None of my thoughts made any sense.

“Suck it, then, Jay.” He moved up on the bed so his big muscular legs were on either side of my arms, pinning me down to the bed with his weight. His huge cock pushed against my lips. I opened my mouth, and he didn’t wait, pushing himself in. Groaning, he dropped his head back and threaded his fingers through my hair.

I swallowed him whole. Like a goddamned sword swallower at the circus.

Gag reflex? Didn’t know her.

Jaw pain? Who was that?

Dry mouth? Never heard of it.

His cock filled my mouth, his taste better than I could have ever imagined. I sucked him off like my life depended on it, not caring about getting him messy and wet with my saliva. I used my hands to stroke and touch whatever I couldn’t fit in my mouth. He must have manscaped recently because he was trimmed down to nearly the skin. It made his dick look even bigger.

I loved it.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it. You look so good with my dick between your lips.”

His words were nearly enough to make me blow. I was already so close, and I had barely even been touched yet.

“Like that? Say how much you like Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”

Ooooh, fuck. My eyes shut as my body tensed. I started to come. It wasn’t a full-on orgasm, but my cock twitched and spasmed, my gut coiled, and a stream of cum flowed down my dick, pooling onto my belly.

Ryan looked over his shoulder. “Oh, shit, you really like Daddy’s cock, don’t you? ”

I didn’t know it was possible to be this turned on. Even though I had a phantom orgasm, I was still rock hard, still completely into this. I took Ryan down to his balls, gagging around him. I wanted to show him how much I fucking loved having his cock down my throat.

“Say it,” he said, pulling back so his wet cock popped out of my mouth. He had a hand under my chin, thumb tracing my lips.

“I love sucking your cock.”

“You do? How much?”

“So fucking much, Daddy.”

The word slipped from my lips from the heat of the moment. I’d never called someone that before, never really thought I’d be into it. I thought I’d burst out into laughs if I had.

I was wrong. It was hot. Nothing too serious. Just two young guys exploring their turn-ons together. And it definitely turned me on. I started to find out I seemed into whatever the hell Ryan was into.

“That’s right, put it back in your mouth. Fuuuuck. Lick it, baby.”

The more vocal he was, the more turned on I became. If it was even possible to be hornier than I already was.

He scooped some of my cum and then went down between my legs. He pressed his wet fingers against my hole. My pulse pounded, matching the drumbeat of desire.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked. His fingers slid up and down my hole.

“Mhmm,” I said around his cock, lifting my ass to give him even more access in case he couldn’t understand me. I loved playing with my ass, and it was brought to an entirely new level when it was Ryan who was the one doing the playing, using my cum as lube.

He was going to ruin me. After this, I would never be able to enjoy anything ever again. I knew I’d be comparing everything to this exact moment and be let down each and every time.

Because nothing would ever be as hot as this.

My body completely relaxed as he pushed inward. My eyes opened, my mouth still stuffed with cock.

“Fuck, Jay, you’re so goddamned tight.”

I tried loosening up some more, allowing him more access. He pushed in deeper, likely a knuckle deep now. I pulled off his dick and moaned, dropping my head back onto the mattress. His balls rested on my chest, his dick leaking. I gasped as he pushed his finger all the way, curling it and rubbing against my prostate.

Stars exploded across my vision. I put his cock back where it belonged and sucked, my hole tightening around his finger, pulling him deeper.

He added another finger, and I nearly came again. The stretch was delicious, and so was the way he’d move them. As if he had a map to my body and knew exactly where to dig for the buried treasure.

“That’s it, open up for Daddy. Take my fingers like a good fucking boy. That’s it.”

Hoooooly shit.

He fucked my throat and fingered me at the same time. The bed shook, rattled, something creaked, there was another something that cracked. I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the blissed-out wave that crested over me .

“I’m so close to blowing my load, baby. You want it?”

“Mhmm,” I said, bobbing up and down on his cock.

“Tighten that hole around my fingers. Just like that. Oh fuck, you’ve got me so close. I’m gonna—oh fuck!” He let out a shout and thrust forward, his cock erupting down my throat. I swallowed every last drop. Relished in the way he twitched and convulsed above me. How his abs tensed and he leaned forward, as if he was seconds from collapsing.

My own orgasm—the real one this time—hit me like a comet. My toes curled, and my body tensed as my balls unloaded, not dribbling this time but shooting my cum so that it hit Ryan in the back.

“Damn,” Ryan said, breathless. “Someone’s a shooter.”

“That might have been a record.”

“Let’s break it next time, then.”

He looked half-drunk, half-tired, and all blissed-out as he leaned down to kiss me, his fingers no longer inside me.

“Holy shit,” he said against my lips. “That was so fucking hot.”

Then, as if on cue, one of the legs under the bed snapped in half and dropped us at an angle. We laughed, neither of us wanting (or likely even able to) move. I felt like every bone in my body had been replaced with foam. If the A/C kicked on, I was sure I’d be blown right across the room.

“Guess I have to sleep in your bed tonight,” Ryan said playfully, kissing me again. “That okay?”

“More than okay.”

Somehow, we managed to get up and give ourselves a quick wash before we hurried back to my bed, exhaustion already creeping in. Before Ryan laid down, he checked his phone on the nightstand and gave a curious “hmm.”

“What is it?” I asked, already getting under the covers.

“Just got an email from my RA. She says my room’s been fixed. I have the option of returning or staying where I’m at.” My heart dropped.

Of course this would happen right after I’d had the best damn sex of my life.

Of course it would happen when I was finally letting my walls down around Ryan.

Of course it was goin?—

“Thank you, but I’m staying,” he typed his response out loud.

Aaaand my heart was back where it belonged, beating happily in my chest. I couldn’t tamp down my smile.

“That’s fine with you, right?”

“Duh,” I answered as Ryan got into bed with me.

It didn’t take long for us to find a comfortable spot nestling together. I took my position as the little spoon, and Ryan caged me in his big, meaty, warm arms. I fell asleep with that same smile on my face, checking another big box under the “Everything Happens for a Reason” column.

My hole still felt sore from yesterday. And that was only two of his fingers. I tried to imagine how it’d feel after I got his entire cock inside me. I doubted I’d be able to walk for weeks.

It wasn’t just my hole I was feeling this morning, though. It was my heart, too. It literally felt full to bursting. Like it had been injected with rays and rays of sunlight. The bright feeling gave me as much life as the sun itself, aided by the weight of Ryan’s big arm thrown over me. His gentle breaths tickled the back of my neck as he woke up, stirring, stretching his legs out under the covers. He pushed one through mine. I wiggled myself back onto him.

Ryan enjoyed sleeping naked. I liked to sleep with at least some boxers on but was now realizing why naked would be so much better. I wanted him against me, skin to skin. I tugged my boxers down to my knees and pushed back.

“Mhmmm,” Ryan said, kissing the back of my neck. “Good morning, sir.”

He reached down and stroked my stiff dick under the covers. “If this is how you wake up every morning, then I’m never leaving your bed.”

“You don’t have to,” I said, ignoring the weight of my words and sinking into this moment instead. Light shone in through the thin blue curtains on the window. We could hear other kids starting their day, walking down the hall outside, laughing and talking, completely oblivious to the magic that was going on a couple feet away.

We were in our own impenetrable fortress, where no one could touch us or see us.

Or judge us.

Ryan suddenly sat up. “Shit, I think I actually do have to.”

“Huh?” I rolled over and propped myself up on an elbow.

“I’ve got rowing practice in… fuck. Twenty minutes.”

Ryan got off the bed, leaving me feeling suddenly lonely. I wasn’t a needy kind of guy, but I did have to admit that I was looking forward to some more cuddling time. I didn’t have any morning classes today, so my schedule was clear. But I wasn’t about to grab Ryan’s ankle and beg him to put his dick back in my mouth, so I let him scurry around the room, throwing on his clothes while he brushed his teeth and put on some deodorant.

I decided to start getting a move on too. I put on a Jurassic Park T-shirt and some shorts and went to go sit at my desk. I guess I could go over some lines for the play. We were having opening night two weeks from now.

My phone buzzed against the pale wooden desk. It was my mom on a FaceTime call. I grabbed it and answered it without thinking twice.

“Hola, chico.”

“Hi, Ma. What’s up?”

“I wanted to show you the new piece I painted. It’s called Forests From Jupiter . Pretty, huh?” My mom turned the phone, displaying a canvas covered in a riot of beautiful and aesthetically pleasing watercolors. There was a large blue planet in the center of the canvas, but instead of being set against a backdrop of stars, it was set against a forest of light green trees. The planet appeared to swirl with a life of its own, the colors adding a depth that made it seem like I could reach right in through the phone and grab the planet in my hand.

“It’s beautiful, Mom. Seriously. You’ve outdone yourself, once again.”

“Ay, thank you,” she said, flipping the camera back to her beaming face, her light brown curls catching the light from the sun. She loved to paint outside in the yard, even on days when the weather wasn’t great.

Ryan walked across the frame behind me and my mom perked up. “And who’s that? ”

“Uh, my roommate.” A look from Ryan had me quickly adding, “And a really good friend. His name’s Ryan, but he’s got to go practice now, so he can’t talk.”

Ryan’s face appeared on the screen, head casually on my shoulder. “Hi, Jay’s mom!”

“Hi, Jay’s roommate and really good friend .”

Welp. I guess this was happening.

Meeting the mom. What could possibly go wrong with that?