Ry-Guy The Thigh Guy
(Hello to all! I don't wanna type too much here as to not take away from the story, but I'm sorry for being MIA so long! I know I brought up how I was doing emotionally, but I feel awful for completely droughting my content, so I'm here to provide! This, unfortunately, is not a story based on either of the poll winners, as I drafted a few of those but kinda lost all inspo at the time. I will do those stories eventually, but I won't promise that it will be soon, as I don't want to give anyone false hope that I'm going to magically become a consistent uploader. With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!)
(P.S men farting men kissing men gaying men sexing if you hate that then um rest in peace i guess)
Entry 1:
'Sup out there, name's Ryan, feel weird writing in a journal like this, but my therapist says it'll be a good way to 'analyze my feelings' and 'find the root of my issues' or whatever, I know I got ego problems, but it's hard not to, being a top ranked collegiate soccer player, awesome grades throughout all my years, people constantly fawning over me, it's all nice. I mean, I'm hot as fuck, rich enough to not worry about much, i even got these huge ass thunder thighs it's insane, although part of that is from working out, I'm not completely lucky, I got mega skill to back me up, it's just what makes me complete, makes me almost perfect really.
That's the part that gets me, though... almost
Doc says my issue comes from my narcissism, but frankly, I came out here to find out what's holding me back, I look perfect, I act perfect, I'm told I'm perfect... so why don't I feel it all the time? Most of the time, hell yeah, I'm the shit, but that one little piece of my brain telling me I ain't quite shit, that something is missing, it's irking me in a way I can't believe. I promised doc I'd work on keeping my ego in check, maybe take a med or two, if he could help me find the issue, help me find what's dragging me down, and he agreed to it. So, I guess this journal is to monitor the shit I do daily and see if anything sparks these 'bad thoughts' or whatever. Here's hoping it works cuz Ry-Guy doesn't take kindly to losing.
Entries 2 through 11 are all relatively the same, Ryan boasts, he trains, practices, wins games, talks about some chicks who flirt with him, eats, sleeps, goes to the bathroom, goes into way too much detail about his protein regime and even more into his post workout gas, but other than that, nothing is out of the ordinary in his day to day life
Entry 12:
Ry-Guy back at it and FUCK dude my guts are BUBBLING. Some dude offered me head after practice today, I said yes obviously, gotta give the people what they want, and he's currently in the bathroom 'getting ready' but honestly I probably shouldn't have. I mean, any guy would be lucky as HELL to be whiffing these bombs I'm brewin' but... I don't wanna kill the guy, too late to back out though...
Yeah, while I'm quite gassy, today is kinda different, I have this neighbor, Benji. He's kinda dorky, but he's been there through my whole life, before I even became as awesome as I am today... even back when I was... point is he's chill as fuck and we hang out every so often, he brought me to my favorite diner, I dont eat there often but Benji always tries to get me to have fun and take a cheat day from my usual diet, he knows I love these burgers too damn much to let 'em go. I kinda love the face Benji makes when he sees me pig out. He always seems so surprised at how much I can eat, I always kinda try to... impress him? I guess that's the best way to put it, I like impressing him with how much I can gouge out. Unfortunately, the gas I get after eating out, especially after a strict diet, can be pretty nuclear. Benji is too sweet to gas out that harshly, so I kinda cut our hangout short and went to practice early, after that, I met the guy, and now I'm here.... let's just hope he can handle a few blasts... I'll try not to kill him doc I promise 🙏
Ryan Pov:
"Mmph" I groan a bit, rubbing my belly. It's crazy how wild my abs still are even with all this bloat, damn I really am a god
Sooner or later, the guy, David I think? Finally comes out of my bathroom, completely naked, I still got my white boxers on, but with how sculpted out my body is, there isn't much imagination needed for him to know what's under.
"Hey, dude, I thought you got lost in there." I joke
"Sorry, first time in a rich guys place, had to test out the bidet and shit" He giggles, I laugh too, he's not really my type, but he's attractive so I don't mind this being a one time thing, dont mind being friends neither, he seems alright
"This your first time in general?" I ask, making sure I don't get too rough with a newbie
"Nah, but I'm kinda DL, nothing wrong with being gay and shit. Hell, I think most of my friends will be fine with it, but they'd lowkey ROAST me if they knew I was sucking more than I get sucked, you know?"
"Don't worry, dude, I get it. I won't leak nothing about you, as long as you don't go crazy if I do something stupid, neither, k?"
"Deal" we shake hands, before he quickly dives to the floor, his dark hands squeezing my plump ass cheeks, before slowly sliding the front of my boxers down, revealing shaft. I moan a bit, before helping pull my dick free, holding the back of his head as he goes down on me, soon though, I feel a grumble in my stomach, and I know I wont be able to hold it in
"Yo dude, I know this might kill the vibe but, you mind if I fart? I ate alot today"
This causes David to chuckle a bit, taking his mouth off for a sec "Nah man, go for it, protein, I get it, I'm on the tennis team so sometimes shit gets wicked for me too"
"Damn you play tennis and your friends still don't know your gay?"
"Man fuck you!" We both laugh, before david continues going hard on my dick, soon, my belly rumbles harder, and I just let it rip out
BROOOOOOOPPPTTTT
David jolts a bit, not expecting that monster, but stays strong, bobbing and licking to his heart's content
BRRMP-BRRMP-GRRRRRRRRRMPTTT
"Dayum" He mumbles, mouth still halfway up my cock, before taking it off somewhat to speak
"You're lucky this the best dick I've ever tried or I'd leave this place in a heartbeat man that's foul as fuck"
"Heh, my bad man, tell you what though, if you survive, you can come back another day when I don't have a cheat day"
David grumbles a "Bet" before diving back in
After about 15 minutes and a few quieter blasts, eventually we both finish (David was pleasing himself as well)
David goes to move off the floor, but I hold his head in place, stomach gurgling ominously
"Hey David, we're friends, right?" I smirk mischievously
He looks up, a bit confused, but smiling "Yeah, sure Ryan, what's up?"
"Friends make bets right?"
"I don't like where this is going bro..."
"20 bucks plus we both get sucked next time if you can survive 30 seconds in my ass"
I see his dick jump back to life a bit as he says "Deal!" A little too quickly
He doesn't have much time to mull over his decision as I whip around, ass still in my tight white boxers, and rest it on his face
"Alright then, order up buddy!"
GRRMMMMMMMMMPRRRRRRRRRRRPPP
"Ah~ you good down there?" I look at him, grinning wildly
David starts coughing profusely, practically dying, before looking up at me in both fear, regret, and disgust, which honestly just makes me prouder
"Never doing that shit again, man *cough cough*, thanks for the rest though"
We have some light conversation as we wash off and get dressed, exchange numbers, I give him 20 bucks, and he leaves
Honestly, it was a good session, and I begin to lay out in my bed, before I receive a text
From: Benji
Hey Ry!!!! I hope you had a fun day at practice! Sad we didn't get to hang out more, but I understand how hard you need to work to keep being the star you are. Let me know the next time you wanna hang out! No pressure, k? See you soon ❤️❤️❤️
Ryan stares at the text, smiling, but not his typical, smug grin, it's almost a... sad smile. He tries typing out a few replies, but none of them quite... stick, some too sappy, some too pushy, one was downright mean and made him audibly facepalm
"Dude why would you even say that to him that's your guy- he- UGH"
Eventually, Ryan gives up choosing to respond tomorrow, as he lays in bed, he feels his small doubts creeping in, he goes to pick up the pen and journal on his table, he sighs, writing bits and peices of his one night stand, his convos, how practice went earlier, anything he can think of, except the text from Benji"
"I don't see how that's relevant" he mumbles "Besides I'd have to say something to him first before I can write it down" he says to himself, a little unconvincingly, before setting the stuff down, and taking a quick nap before continuing his evening later.
THE END (for now!!!)
This story was honestly not how I ever really planned to write like... any of my stories, and there is very obvious setup to expand on later, it feels kinda short, and a little sloppy and weird for me, but I just wanted to get back into the mentality of writing! I hope y'all at least can get a little something out of this until I can refine some of my drafts or come up with something more grandiose. Happy holidays, everyone! And enjoy your new year!!!
