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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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Exhausted and miserable, Ryan did little more than lay around watching TV for the rest of the day. It was barely enough to keep his thoughts off Bam and every now and again a memory would surface, causing his eyes to prickle and his stomach to churn.

When evening rolled around it was almost a relief. He couldn’t wait to climb into bed, go to sleep and forget about everything that had happened today. Forget about Bam, about how he felt. Everything would look better tomorrow, he told himself. Tomorrow everything would go back to normal.

His sleep was fitful though. Bam haunted his dreams, making him moan and shiver. Several times he woke in a cold sweat, cursing himself, and Bam, for being so needy.

Tossing and turning, not really asleep but not quite awake yet either, he was hovering on the edge of consciousness when a shrill screaming sound made him start and sit up. What the fuck? The scream sounded again. It took a second or two for Ryan’s addled brain to work out that it was actually his cell phone. Fucking real sound ring tones, he grumbled silently, he’d have to get that changed in the morning. He snatched up the phone from the nightstand and pressed answer, though not before the damn thing screamed at him a third time.

“Hello.”

“Dunn.”

“Bam?” Why the hell was Bam ringing him in the middle of the night? “What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just felt like talking is all and you DID say we were still friends.”

Ryan groaned. He had said that hadn’t he. Dumbass. Oh well, at least he was safe this time. Bam couldn’t touch him through the phone.

“We are but…”

“So, is he there?” Ryan frowned momentarily. He? Who… Oh, HIM.

“No, he’s not here. I told him I was tired. Didn’t think he’d be interested in sloppy seconds.” The last part came out a little harsher than he’d intended but he wasn’t about to take it back.

“I’m just making conversation Dunn. Don’t be mad at me, please.” Shit! Bam sounded as broken and miserable as Ryan felt and he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Bam was trying so hard to act normal and here he was giving the guy a hard time.

“I’m sorry. I’m not mad, just tired.” He glanced over at his alarm clock. 2:57. “It’s nearly three A.M.”

“You never used to mind. We used to sit up all night talking sometimes. We wouldn’t be worth shit the next day but...”

“Yeah, but usually when we did that we were drunk off our asses.” A thought occurred to him. “Are you drunk now Bam?”

“A little I guess.” He should have known, he’d noticed Bam’s speech was very slightly slurred but the part of his brain that processed thought was kinda slow right now. “I’ve had a few drinks but I’m not wasted or anything. Mostly I’m just horny. What are you wearing?”

Huh? What are you wearing? What sort of a lame ass question was that? It took a few seconds before Bam’s words sunk in and when they did Ryan was shocked. It sounded almost like Bam was trying to initiate phone sex. Shit!

“Bam don’t…” Against his will, his body began to react. He’d never really gotten the whole phone sex thing before but just the one question from Bam, stupid and corny as it was, had him growing and twitching. He squeezed his eyes shut in the dark and tried to will away his burgeoning errection.

“What are you wearing?”

“I’m in bed Bam. What do you think I’m wearing?” He couldn’t help it. Even with several miles between them he still couldn’t control himself where Bam was concerned. He hated that, hated himself but his body knew what it wanted and he was too tired to fight it.

“You’re naked?” Bam’s voice was husky with arousal. Ryan could almost hear him licking his lips and his own arousal increased. To know that just the thought of him naked was turning Bam on was having a very similar effect on him.

“Yeah, I’m naked. What about you?”

“Just my leather pants.”

“No shirt?”

“No shirt, no socks…no underwear.” Ryan groaned loudly at the mental image of Bam wearing what he’d just described. God he loved those leather pants. Idly he wondered if the pant’s were open, had Bam opened them to ease the pressure on his hard cock? Was he stroking himself while he pictured Ryan naked? “They’re undone.” Bam continued, answering the question and making Ryan groan even louder. “I have my cock in my hand and it’s so fucking hard right now.”

“Because of me?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah. Hard for you Ryan. So fucking hard.”

Shit! Ryan’s dick grew harder still but he resisted the temptation to start jacking himself off, sure that Bam was bound to instruct him to do so soon anyway and that it would be so much hotter.

“I’m hard too.” He said.

“I wish I could see you. I bet you look fucking sexy, all naked and hard and waiting for me to touch you. Do you want me to touch you Ry?”

“Yes. God yes.”

“Tell me how. How do you want it Ry? Where?”

Damn! He could barely think coherently much less talk, surely Bam couldn’t really want him to speak now, to form actual words.

“I…I…Everywhere.” He panted out. “I want you to touch me everywhere. My chest, my stomach, my…my hips.” He swallowed hard. “M…my legs, inside my thighs, my b…balls. I want you to touch my balls Bam, squeeze ‘em.”

“What about your dick? Want me to touch that too?”

He shook his head, forgetting that Bam couldn’t see the gesture down the phone.

“No. I’m too close already. If you touch my dick now I’ll probably lose my load.”

“Fuck Ry. I wish I was there. I wanna touch you so bad. Wanna run my hands all over that fucking hot body, make you crazy for me, make you so hot that you‘re begging for me to fuck you. Wanna fuck you Ry, wanna fuck you so hard.”

“I want that too.” There was no point in denying it. They both new the truth. Ryan was an addict. Bam‘s touch was his drug of choice, he needed it, he’d take it any way he could get it, do anything for it, anything Bam wanted no matter what.

“Wanna know what else I wanna do? Before I fuck you?” Ryan shivered in anticipation.

“Please.” He whispered.

“I wanna slide my cock between your lips and watch while you suck it. Fuck Ry, You’d look so hot with my cock in your mouth.”

Ryan almost came right there, the thought of having Bam fuck his mouth giving him a much bigger thrill than he ever could have anticipated. He’d only done it twice, to Mark, though he’d been on the receiving end more than a few times and while it hadn’t been wholly unpleasant, (it had actually felt pretty good, making Mark pant and beg for him that way) he hadn’t really gotten much out of the experience personally. He was no deep throat, he didn’t have a clitoris (or in his case a prostate) located in the back of his throat.

“I’d love to suck your cock.” He rasped, embarrassed by his own sluttishness but being far too turned on to even think about stopping. “I’d make you feel so good Bam, better than any chick.” Despite his lack of experience he had no doubts about his skill in that area, everyone knew guys could suck cock better than girls, they knew what felt good because they had the same equipment.

“I know it.” Bam’s words were loaded with sincerity and lust. Ryan knew then that Bam’s attraction to him, though inspired by jealousy and fear, was real and not just a consequence of their situation. He knew, that if they’d come together in a different way, they could’ve had a chance at a real relationship and he wasn’t sure what he should do with this newly acquired piece of information.

“Bam.” He whispered, breaking the awkward silence that had descended. “Cum for me.” The power was his now. He had charge of the situation and it felt a little strange but he’d had to do something. He wasn’t ready to deal with messy complicated things like emotions right now. All he wanted was sex, he knew where he stood with that. “Close your eyes and jerk yourself off, pretend it’s my mouth wrapped around your dick and not your hand.”

Bam moaned his approval of the suggestion and Ryan closed his own eyes, trying to picture the scene in his head. If he listened real careful, he could even hear the slap of flesh against flesh, the little squelching noises made by the pre-cum that must have been dribbling from Bam’s cockhead as he worked himself harder and faster.

“Oh God Ry, take my dick, take it all, yeah that’s it, suck it. Aaaahhhh, yeah, Christ you have a great fucking mouth.”

Tilting his head to one side, he tucked his phone between his ear and his shoulder so that both hands were now free and he began to caress his own body while he listened to Bam’s filthy talk. He slipped a finger into his mouth, gently sucking on it, swirling his tongue around the tip then licking up and down the length. It wasn’t the same as sucking a cock but it was something.

As he sucked on his finger, his other hand crept slowly south, sliding through the ever growing puddle of his own sticky pre-cum until it reached his cock. He took it firmly in his hand, squeezing it, gasping at the sensation and soon the two men were both nearing their climax.

“Ry, Jesus you feel so good I…I’m gonna shoot man. I’m gonna cum right down your fucking throat.”

“Mmmmm.” Ryan moaned around the finger in his mouth and his hand sped up on his own throbbing cock.

“Nnngggmmmppphhh. AAARRRGGGHHH!!!” Bam practically screamed his release down the phone, cursing and calling out Ryan’s name over and over. It was all Ryan needed to bring him right to the edge of his own orgasm.

“Bam, aaaawwww fuck!” He grunted as he spilled into his hand and all over his stomach, his body shaking from the exertion.

It was several minutes before either man was able to speak again.

“Damn Dunn.” Bam said, sounding more like his usual self, apart from the slight breathlessness. “That was fucking hot.”

“Yeah.” Now that the moment had passed and his need was sated, Ryan felt ashamed once again, and guilty. He shouldn’t have given in so easy, he should have told Bam to fuck off as soon as he’d realised what he was planning instead of acting like some kind of sex starved bitch in heat. “Look, Bam I…” He wanted to tell the other man that this was the last time anything like this would ever happen, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually say it. “I’m beat.” He said instead. “I really need to get some sleep.”

“Yeah, me too. I gotta fly out to DC for a meeting with the sponsors tomorrow so… I’ll see ya in a couple of days yeah?”

“Yeah. A couple of days. Well, g’night Bam.” In his head Ryan was already planning to not be available in a few days. He couldn’t see Bam again. He knew he’d just lose it completely if he did and turn into the worlds biggest cock slut. He wasn’t gonna let that happen. Not if he wanted to keep his sanity.

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