Wow, wow, wow. We’re beyond flattered by the response from Part One and Part Two. Thank you for reading and for joining us on our adventure, welcome to the third chapter. Definitely recommend starting there if you’re new to our story. Hope you enjoy. Everyone is 18

Watching Ryan sleep on my chest, hearing his quiet but deep breathing and feeling the slow, strong tempo of his heartbeat I couldn’t help myself from lightly tracing the muscles of his back. I selfishly let him sleep until my tiring arm couldn’t take being pinned under him anymore. The feeling of pins and needles came along with having my arm pinned beneath the pillow, eventually making me shift to try to regain some feeling but causing Ryan to stir in the process.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead” I said with a grin. A small smile and an “Unghhhh” was all Ryan could manage to come up with in reply, pretending to hide his face in my shoulder and hiking up the blanket. He stayed there for a just a second or two before rolling off me and onto his right side facing me and reaching out, lightly running his left hand over my smooth chest almost absentmindedly.

Neither of us had our phones, mine was charging near the dryer and Ryan’s was still in the bathroom. Ryan asked what time it was, trusting the bedside clock it was just past 4pm. Ryan asking if I had fell asleep too had caught me off guard; I sheepishly admitted I had just relaxed for a while, happy and content to be with him and feeling his body against mine without anything between us.

“Plus, your constant boner was stabbing my thigh - pretty distracting if you ask me” I said with a grin. “Me, distracting?” He said, “You’re the reason I’m hard, I could make a good point for blaming this on you” making us both laugh, me shaking my head at the last few hours. Looking at my lips, he leaned back in and planted his own against mine; firm and soft, smooth, playful as always. How could I end up so lucky, what could I have even done to deserve this boy...

Breaking the kiss, I pointed out we wouldn’t have long until his parents would be expecting for us for dinner. “Ugh, why do they always have to ruin everything” he said jokingly. “What if we just skipped dinner, I could just… eat you instead” as his hand slid past my belly button, tracing the indents on the v above my crotch. His look changing from a smile to one of devious excitement raising an eyebrow as his hand wrapped around my rapidly stiffening cock. “At least someone around here is happy to see me” he joked in pretend exasperation.

Rising from his stomach to his hands and knees, he slid beneath the blankets and I felt the unbelievably warm, wet softness of his mouth gulping over the top of my penis, his lips closing over my shaft and tongue running along the bottom as he slowly rose back up to the top with an audible “pop” as it slid out breaking the suction. “Ohmygod” I moaned, wrapping my hand back into his hair and pushing his face back towards my crotch. Challenging him I said “I’ll be happiest to see you when you’re swallowing my load, suck it like you mean it bro”

Holding Ryan’s hair I slowly raised and lowered my hips trying to match Ryan’s pace as he struggled to take more and more of me into his mouth. I got really into the moment and decided it was time to move this along giving gentle pressure downwards. I pressed myself into his throat, holding him in place as he gagged on me. I’m not going to lie, watching him struggle to take me was a major turn on to me and I figured I’d see what he was made of. I was already on another planet, pressing down on his head and feeling him heave around my cock was like nothing else and I knew Ryan wanted me any way he could get.

Letting off his head he shot up for air, tears running down his face and a mess of spit and snot on his face as he dry heaved a little. “Fuck dude are you trying to choke me out?” He said with a shake of his head and a smile looking around maybe for something to wipe his face with. Still with my left hand in his hair, I used my right thumb to wipe the tears from his eyes before guiding him back to my cock, letting out a moan as he slid down my shaft, taking maybe 6 out of my 8.5 inches of my big white cock before he started sputtering again. I let go of his head, letting him take me at his own pace and recover as he bobbed up and down for a few more strokes before switching to jerking me.

“I’m gonna cum, gonna cum” I exclaimed and without hesitation Ryan sucked the tip back into his mouth and licked the bottom in fast, tight circles as I released my load into him. Ryan sucked harder than before, making me moan and shake as I came harder than I had in a while. Ironically, now that I was done holding him down he didn’t let up, just kept sucking through my moans - it got so intense I pretty much threw him off me.

Returning the favor to Ry was becoming a new favorite of mine. I sucked him like I couldn’t get enough… truthfully, that’s exactly how I felt. Like there could never be enough of him for me, like I needed to take advantage of every second I had here before he snapped out of it and decided he wanted someone else, someone his parents and our friends would accept him sleeping with.

I loved the taste of him, so clean and fresh with the overwhelming smell of him as I buried my nose in his short, trimmed pubes. When Ryan came, he came hard and he did it without warning, bucking his hips up and wrapping his hand around my head in return. I resisted him and pulled up, giving him a taste of his own medicine, gripping his shaft as I attacked his head bringing out desperate moans as he shook, the firm muscles in his tight, smooth thighs tensing under my arms and his heavy balls lifting up in his sack as I held them in my hand.

Once he finished cumming I kissed his head again before sliding up his toned body meeting his lips with my own. It was still a new experience tasting myself and tasting Ryan, especially the two together.. and not one I wanted to end any time soon.

“You know we still have to go to dinner, right?” I said as Ryan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, at least it should be a good one.” His parents had reservations for the four of us at an upscale French restaurant. We showered together somewhat quickly managing to keep it fairly tame as we washed each other knowing it would still take us both a minute to get ready and not wanting to deal with his parents if we were late.

Seeing Ryan in a suit was damn near as delicious as our dinner, and getting him out of it after was every bit as fun as the rest of the day had been. Ryan’s mom was still hurting from the night before and said she wasn’t in the mood to drink that night, joking that she would drive and let the boys have some fun. Ryan’s dad and I shared an appreciation for whiskey and when we arrived at the restaurant he asked me if I would like a drink. Our parents were close, and he knew I was allowed to drink in moderation. His dad walked over to the bar as we checked in with the maître d.

We made it through two rounds of Manhattan’s before we were seated. I wasn’t used to being able to drink in public, but the lighting was fairly dim and Ryan’s dad was not someone that people really said no to. The waitress didn’t blink an eye when his dad ordered another round for the table, since we already had drinks she either assumed we had already been ID’d or more likely she was thinking of her tip and decided not to ask. His dad told her he’d want another round in about 5 minutes and she could keep them coming. That guy is something else.

We had made it through dinner gracefully enough, his parents didn’t seem to notice any shift in our dynamic. His dad asked me if I was seeing anyone at one point, when I said no he nodded in seeming approval, but I thought his mom might have taken note of the little smirk on Ryan’s face as we both became suddenly very interested in our plates. His parents really believed in avoiding distractions and focusing on school and athletics so they weren’t pushing him into finding a girlfriend or anything.

It was dark out when we left dinner. Climbing up into the back seat of his mom’s Escalade was a challenge, I had lost count of how many drinks we had but it was enough that his dad was loudly telling us of his latest deal at work at for the third time that night. I was trashed.. Ryan was obliterated. He must have been feeling sneaky and reached over giving my crotch a long squeeze, making eye contact with me, the shocked expression on my face must have cracked him up because he started laughing out loud getting a funny look from his mom since nobody had been talking for the last minute or two.

When we got back to the cabin, Ryan was barely able to get out of the car, his dad was laughing his ass off as I tried to carry him towards the guest cabin, both of us falling in the snow at one point on the way there before making it inside.

We were both way, way too drunk to do much more than get undressed and get into bed. Ryan slipped his underwear off before climbing in next to me as I pulled him in tight. His head went back to my chest like earlier that day, I kissed his forehead as he let out a huge sigh. I was already falling asleep seconds later when I heard Ryan say it - “I love you”. I didn’t know much at that moment but I knew I had never been so happy in my life and I had no reservations telling him I felt the same way.

We had two more days and nights at the lodge and I never wanted it to end. I hope you guys enjoyed as much as we did, please drop an upvote and leave a quick comment if you want a part four - if you ask me things haven’t even started to get interesting yet ;)