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More Than Friends (sequel to	By : ONegative Category: Reality TV > Jackass Views: 5508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“B…Bam.” He stammered. “Fuck, dude. You scared the shit out of me, I thought you were Yohn.”

Bam didn’t speak. He just stood there, staring at Ryan with a peculiar, unidentifiable look in his eyes. Ryan scrabbled to his feet, vainly brushing at the ingrained grease and mud patches on his knees then wiping his hands on his thighs and musing over the cost of a new pair of jeans now that these were ruined.

“Man, he’s gonna hurt me so bad when he finds me. Did you see him anywhere? Is he close?” Bam shook his head, no, and Ryan let out a huge breath. He was safe for the time being. At least from Rake.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“What?“ Shit! Had it been that obvious? “No, no I haven’t, I just…I’ve been real busy you know.”

“With him?” Ryan bristled internally at Bam’s barely disguised contempt for his lover.

“With Mark, yeah. He is my…”

“I missed you Ry.” Bam said cutting him off mid sentence. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole time I was away. I kept going over and over that last phone call. Christ, it was so fucking hot, and what you said you wanted to do… just thinking about it gets me harder than Hell.”

Ryan flushed hotly, he’d gone over that call a few times himself. He remembered what he’d said, what they’d both said. He remembered the way his body had reacted and to his shame, he felt it begin to respond again. He despised himself at that moment, knowing that if Bam pushed just a little harder he’d cave. He hated that he had so little control when it came to Bam.

Slowly at first, then with increased speed and stealth, Bam began to advance on a terrified Ryan and before he even had a chance to contemplate any kind of escape, he found himself pinned against the side of a large abandoned trailer. If he hadn’t been so scared he might have been able to duck beneath Bam’s arms and scramble away but he was literally frozen to the spot.

“Bam please, don’t do this.” He begged, his body trembling as Bam closed in even further, brushing his lips against Ryan’s ear and whispering…

“Why? You want it as much as I do. I can tell.”

Ryan’s mouth went suddenly dry.

“Yeah.” He rasped. “Yeah I want it, but I won’t cheat on Mark, not again.”

“Come on Ry, you know it’s me you really want. He can’t do for you what I can Ry. He can’t make you feel the way I can. Tell pretty boy to pack his bags and fuck off.”

For a brief moment, Ryan actually considered doing just that. Mark deserved so much better than him anyway and with Mark out of the picture this thing, whatever it was, with Bam would be guilt free. The truth was though, that he needed Mark. His family had practically disowned him, the guys still didn’t know about him and his best friend was… well, Bam had changed. He was too busy being a selfish prick right now to be the kind of friend Ryan needed. Mark was really all he had, the only person he could talk to, the only person who gave a shit about what he was going through and how he felt. Mark was the only person who loved him, the thought of losing that terrified him.

“I can’t.” He whimpered pathetically. “I need him.”

Bam pulled back then. His dark eyes flashed angrily, his nostrils flared and his top lip began to curl upwards into a sneer.

“Well, I fucking need you.” He snarled. “Need you to get on your knees and suck my dick. Come on Dunn, it‘s been two weeks and I‘m horny. Please, I want this so bad.”

His tone changed from angry and demanding to desperate, even pained and in spite of himself, Ryan couldn’t help but be turned on.

“Aw fuck.” He mumbled, dropping obediently to his knees. Eager fingers made short work of Bam’s zipper, practically tearing the pants apart, and once the already hard cock was freed from their confines, he wasted no time in getting to work on it.

He swallowed it down in one gulp, not all the way but as far as he could without gagging. It felt so good, so hot and heavy against his tongue. He wished he was more experienced, wished he’d mastered the art of deep throat, he wanted so much to drive Bam crazy. He took a deep breath in through his nose then tried to take in a little more but it was too much. His throat muscles contracted in an attempt to expel the intruder, his eyes began to water and he retched violently. Still, he didn’t stop what he was doing. Any discomfort he felt, any shame, was far outweighed by the enormous thrill that that sucking Bam was giving him and besides, his obvious lack of expertise made him feel just a little less sluttish.

Bam groaned loudly.

“Fuck yeah.” He reached down, threading his fingers through Ryan’s mussy blond hair and sharply yanking his head back. Desperate to keep Bam’s cock in his mouth Ryan dove forward, taking it in even further than he’d anticipated. It was almost painful, his throat burned and for a moment he though he was going to hurl but the feeling passed in seconds and he began to relax.

This, he mused, was it. Deep throat. He’d done it. Inordinately pleased with himself, he moaned softly around his mouthful sending tiny shocks coursing through Bam’s flesh.

“Jesus, Ry.” Bam panted. “That feels so fucking good, I…” He groaned again, the sound going straight to Ryan’s crotch. He was already hard as a rock and he’d been leaking like mad since falling to his knees but his balls were tight and heavy now too and that usually meant one thing. Was it possible that he was going to blow his wad so soon, with so little stimulation? He hadn’t cum in his pants since he first hit puberty for chrissakes.

Bam practically whimpered. His breath was coming in short bursts now, his hips snapping back and forth wildly, though his hand remained firmly embedded in Ryan’s hair, holding him still. Ryan’s throat was taking a battering but he was loving it. He’d never been so aroused before without some kind of physical stimulus to his own dick.

“Christ I’m so close already. You have a fucking amazing mouth, so fucking hot. Best fucking head I ever got.”

Ryan’s chest swelled at the compliment, so did his dick. He felt like he should respond, maybe say thanks but he didn’t want to stop sucking in order to do so. Instead he took another deep breath in through his nose and swallowed hard, squeezing down on the fleshy tip of Bam‘s hard length. Saliva and pre-cum slipped down his throat, whetting his appetite for the feast he knew would be coming.

“Oh fucking hell, that’s it, I’m gonna fucking shoot.”

Bam’s words made Ryan shivered with desire and his own cock twitched inside his pants. He felt Bam’s body go rigid, heard the almost animalistic roar and prepared himself for the impending explosion. He’d never swallowed before, hadn’t been brave enough to do anything but pull back at the last minute and take Marks load in his face, not that Mark seemed to mind, but there was no question in his mind of not swallowing this time.

The first spurt of Bam’s hot cum hitting the back of his throat was enough to send Ryan hurtling towards his own intense orgasm. He couldn’t have held back even if he’d wanted to, though he was sure that once it was over he‘d wish he had. He shuddered uncontrollably, straining and gasping with relief and emptying himself into his pants as Bam did the same in his throat, continuing to spurt over, and over until he was finally done.

For several moments neither man moved. Bam’s cock softened slowly in Ryan mouth and eventually slid out, allowing Ryan to tuck it back in his pants. Only then did he finally get to his feet, coughing to clear his throat and licking his lips. His jaw ached like a bastard, his throat was a little sore and he was already beginning to feel the burn of humiliation in his cheeks. Bam had done it again, pushed every fucking button he had, teased and pleaded and cajoled until Ryan could barely think let alone make him see how wrong this was.

“I…eh…” He began, not really sure what he wanted to say, just knowing that he had to say something.

“Wow!” Bam interrupted. “That was fucking unbelievable. You suck cock better than any chick I ever met.” Ryan had no answer for that. Bam grinned wickedly at him then turned suddenly serious. He bought a hand up to Ryan’s face, brushing the pad of his thumb lightly across his bottom lip, making him tremble. “Christ Ry, what are you doing to me?”

What was he doing to Bam? That was a good one. Surely Ryan should be asking him that question. Of course, he already knew the answer to that and he didn’t much like it.

“You’re making me crazy Ry. You’re in my head all the time. I can’t stop thinking about you, wanting you. I can’t get enough of you. Even now, after what we’ve just done, I want you again and I’m fucking pissed as hell coz we have to finish this fucking shoot first.”

“Bam…”

“Stay with me when everyone else goes home. Phil and Ape are going out, Jenn’s outta town, I have the place to myself, no one’ll even know you’re there. We can fuck like bunnies all night long.” The last part was spoken in a low drawl that sent shivers right down Ryan’s spine to his crotch.

Oh God! The thought of spending an entire night with Bam, in his bed, touching him, sucking him and more was making him dizzy. He wanted that, wanted it more than anything, but not on Bam’s terms. He didn’t want to be just Bam’s fuck toy. He had more to offer than just a tight hole and a wet mouth and he desperately wanted Bam to see that too. He wanted…Shit, he wanted from Bam what he got from Mark. He wanted Bam to love him.

That terrified him. Terrified him and thrilled him and tore his damn heart out all at the same time. He wanted Bam to love him because deep down in his soul, he finally realised, that he loved Bam.

Fuck! Tears pricked at his eyes, stinging, burning, he couldn’t let Bam see them. No way on earth was he ever gonna let Bam see him cry. Quickly he slipped out from between Bam and the truck making sure to keep his head low and his back turned.

“Sorry.” He mumbled. “I have a date tonight.” It was a lie, actually, more of a half truth. He had no definite plans for tonight, he hadn’t made any because he didn’t know how long the shoot would go on for but he knew Mark would be happy to see him at any time and he also knew that he was gonna need Mark more than ever tonight.

“I thought I told you to dump him.” Bam growled angrily.

“Yeah, well, news flash Bam, the world doesn’t revolve around you.” Ryan was angry too. His heart hammered inside his chest and his blood boiled. He no longer felt like crying, he felt like punching someone and he spun on his heels to look at that someone, his eyes blazing with fury. “My life doesn’t revolve around you. I’m not your little toy Bam. You can’t keep me hidden in a closet ‘til you feel lonely then put me back when you’re done playing. I’m not some trained animal. I won’t come running when you snap your fingers or roll over when you pat me on the head. I’m not your fucking slave.” His voice grew lower and rougher with each word and by the time he was finished he was practically snarling.

He didn’t wait for Bam’s response. He didn’t want to hear it. He just walked away, deathly afraid that despite what he just said, that’s exactly what he was. Bam’s slave.

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