Late Anniversary

*** Disclaimer: This story contains homosexual sex and provocative actions, if you are offended by this or homophobic in any way, shape, or form; I refer you to the fact that the word "gay" is in the site's title. Thank you.

It was 9:23 pm on a Thursday night, rain pattered against the window as I laid across my couch, in only compression shorts, watching 'How I Met Your Mother'.

The sitcom I loved and laughed at many times, no longed brought out joy in me. I stared gloomingly into the screen, becoming fastly annoyed at the constant jokes. Ryan was almost a half-hour late. The room was getting colder as the night became darker through the window. I yanked the blanket draped over the backside of the couch onto me. I snuggled in it's warmness, content, for at least a moment.

The smell of the chicken alfredo left untouched on the table wafted towards me. I was achingly hungry, I didn't want to eat without him, yet he was leaving me with no choice. My stomach's constant growls forced me to get up 10 minutes later. My attitude at that point was; 'Fuck It'. I re-heated the dinner and sat back down to eat. As I ate, I stared at the empty seat in front of me.

Saddened, I no longer felt the need to eat. After only 2 bites, I dumped the contents of my plate into the trash can, leaving his plate to sit alone on the table. I went back into the living room to switch off the tv, as I saw car lights turn into the driveway. I waselated for an insant, then noticed the time. 9:47 pm, 47 minutes late.

He was never this late, and when he was a bit late to something, I usually just brushed it off, but tonight was special. As cliche as it may sound, it was special. I laid back down on the couch, wrapping myself back in the blanket. I wanted to talk to him, but was exauhasted from my emotions that evening.

The sound of the door unlocking drew my eyes to it. Seconds later, the door opened with a gust of wind from the rainy weather entering the house. I shivered, even under my blankets. "Brad?" He called, he also decided it would be smart to leave the door open, which pissed me off a bit. "Shut the damn door, Ryan, I'm freezing." He closed the door as he muttered; "Sorry." He knew I was upset.

Louder, he said to me, "I'm sorry, Brad, I knew it was our anniversary, but I got caught up at work. I know that doesn't justify it, but I needed to finish up the story of Mrs. Carlton that my boss is making me write, and I lost track or time." He sounded genuinely sad, it made me feel bad for getting mad at him, I knew deep down that he would ever turn me down on purpose, or without a genuine reason. I was just mad that it happened on our anniversary.

There was silence for about 2 minutes, he studied my face and I just now got a good look at him. His dirty blonde hair was wet and disheveled, looking sexy as hell, and his white chinos were tight around his body and other key parts, as well as his wet shirt was clinging to his sexy chest. Despite my previous maddened state, my body's emotions were changing rapidly, as well as the stretching of my compression shorts.

"Happy 2nd anniversary...?" He said warningly. I unwrapped the blanket from around me, stood up and walked over to him. I pressed my crotch to his and whispered in his ear, "Happy 2nd anniversary." "Well, your mood changed fast," he said with a chuckle, which made my dick throb. I grabbed his shirt, lifting it up as he raised his arms, allowing me to get his shirt off of his body.

His shoes came next, he bent over, un-tieing them, as he purposefully teased me with his gorgeous ass. once he got his socks and shoes off, I grabbed his chiseled cheekbones and brought his face into mine, wrapping our lips together, as our tounges fought inside our mouths. Our lips moved together and never missed a beat, his hands grabbed my hair and tugged on it as I groaned into his mouth, him knowing that was my weakness.

My dick hardened further as our hips rubbed together. I grabbed both of his ass cheeks and pulled him farther into me, as our hips continued to grind into each other. He suddenly moved away, me with a questioning look on my face. "Bedroom," he simply said. Nothing else needed to be said. I followed him to our bedroom as he stripped off his pants, leaving him in boxer briefs that very nicely accented his package.

I had a feeling he would be wearing those, as I had expressed many times that those were my favorite underwear on him. He smiled, laying on the bed with his arms open, inviting me to join. Me, already being in my simplest form of clothing, gladly pounced onto the bed and into his arms. "I fucking love your hair, Brad, just wanted to put that out there."

He winked at me laying on top of him, my hands on either side of his chest, as he said this. "Yours in sexy as hell," I said running my fingers through it, "especially all wet and messed up, as it is." I let go of his hair and pecked his lips, running my tounge down his neck, across his pecs, to his bellybutton, arriving at his underwear. I grabbed the waistband of them with my teeth, I pulled up, as I kept eye contact with Ryan, finally releasing the band, as it snapped back in place.

 I saw him wince, and I quickly kissed the top of his boxer briefs. I brought my head back up to his head and kissed him more, I was laying directly on top of him, only thing different was his legs were closed, mine were open, supporting me on both sides of him. Our lips met perfectly, our chests met perfectly, our stomachs met perfectly, and our dicks met perfectly, we were made for each other, I smiled at the thought.

We ground our covered cocks against each other's. Both of us were hard and our penises were yearning to be freed from their restraints. Ryan made the first move, grabbing the sides of my compression shorts, bringing them down. I helped him get them off, as it passed my cock, it sprang up from its constraints. His was all the same. I licked down his body once again from his lips, as I found his treasure trail, I followed it to the gold.

I wrapped my lips around his thick cock, taking him as he grabbed my hair, pushing my face further into his pubes. I grinded my cock into the bed, as the hair-pulling and the feeling of his dick in my mouth were very satisfying. I pulled off him, bringing my face back up to his to make out with him some more. He could taste himself on my lips, as both our cocks throbbed in-between us.

He grabbed onto me and flipped us over, with him on top, he lifted my legs up and propped them on either side of him. He positioned his cock in front of my hole. I was in shock of how fast he did it. He slowly pushed into me, no condom or lube, the way we like it, just raw sex. I groaned as he pushed into me, he slowly moved back and forth, then gradually got faster.

He grabbed my dick and started jacking it off. He pounded harder and harder into me, while jacking me off faster and faster. His body shook as he released his cum into me, he exited me and brought his head down, giving me a blowjob to finish me off. Once I came, we laid next to each other. "So am I forgiven?" Ryan asked. "I don't know... I might have to punish you later," I replied cheekily.