"Ry. You were wrong. I shoulda weared my glasses. My eyes are funny,"

Everything was fuzzy. I was now sitting on the floor at the base of a couch, watching some random kids playing a stupid game, with an empty bottle. I wasn't getting it. I tried to focus my attention to what ever they were playing, and some people kissed and others didn't.

I wasn't getting it. I gave up, even though Ryan volunteered us to play.

I looked beside me to where Ryan sat, watching the game too.

"You're drunk," was all he said with a grin, turning his head to look at me.

"No. No I'm not. I just feel fuzzy. All over. I need to wee," I complained, needing to find a bathroom.

"Alright. Come on. I'll show you where the toilet is."

Ryan stood up, and put his hand out to help me get to my feet.

I took his hand, letting him heave me up.

No sooner I was on my feet, I sort of went off balance started to fall sideways.

Ryan pulled me back towards him and loosely wrapped an arm around my waist to support me.

'Whooooh' was my only thought.

My head was swimming, and I seemed to have lost my equilibrium.

"Is this being drunk Ry? Am I drunk? I think I am."

Sometimes even I thought I was a genius.

"We're nearly there. Stand up straighter. You're going to make me fall over," Ryan laughed, as I lent fully on him as I walked.

"You know Ry. Being drunk is.....stupid. I can't think much," I complained, still leaning into him as we walked.

"You can't think properly," he corrected my grammar.

"That too," I turned my head at an awkward angle to look at him.

"Okay.....here we are. I'll wait," Ryan said, letting go of me at an open doorway. I looked in to see the thing I needed most. A toilet.

Ryan let go of me and I crashed side on into the doorways frame and bounced off it into the other side of it.

My feet weren't doing what they were supposed to.

I looked at Ryan and pouted.

My penis was aching, and was hard as anything. This had happened to me once before, and I told dad, because it ached and wouldn't go away. Dad told me to have a cool shower, That worked, and it never happened again.

I managed to make it to the toilet and did what I had to do, but there was one thing bothering me. My penis wouldn't go down, and it hurt.

Maybe....I have an allergic reaction to the drink. No. That's stupid. I had no idea what to do. I couldn't go shower here.

Pulling my boxers and Ryan's jeans up, I staggered over to the hand basin and quickly washed my hands. Maybe Ryan would know what to do. I hoped he wouldn't think I was a freak, but I didn't know what to do.

"Ryan!" I called out, leaning up against the hand basin for support.

"Are you sick? Did you vomit?" Ryan walked in.

"Close the door. I need...help," I didn't know how I was going to ask him about this.

Ryan closed the door, and walked over to where I stood.

"What?"

"I......can't get.....ewwww," I shook my head, wishing that I could think properly to tell him, in a way he didn't think I was dumb.

"What?" he asked, looking at me puzzled.

"I don't know how to make it go away," I pointed to my groin.

Ryan looked down to where I pointed.

"You have a hard on?" he grinned, looking back up at my face.

I nodded. If that was what he wanted to call it.

"Don't look so scared, Bren," he smirked, before looking back down at my clothed groin.

"I don't know what to do. Don't laugh at me, please," I thought I was going to cry.

"You've never had one before?" he sounded amazed, widening his eyes. My penis twitched.

"Once. Dad got me to have a shower. I can't do that here."

"Well lock the door here and...jack off," he thought he was suggesting something to me that I understood.

"What's that?" I asked, nearly at the point of insanity. I needed it to stop aching.

"Masturbate," he suggested.

I 'Oooooed', feeling my heart just about pop out of my chest just with the suggestion of it.

We had talked about that in boys group in church, and it's wrong. Masturbation is wrong. Touching your own private parts to gain sexual pleasure is wrong.

Even if it wasn't wrong, I wouldn't know what on this earth I was doing.

"I can't believe you've never.......Yes I can. I take that back. Brendon, um....." Ryan's cheeks turned red.

"Get it out and close your eyes. Don't get scared. I'm going to help you," he said, walking over to the door and locked it.

I was desperate to make it go away, and really, I was up for what ever to stop it.

I closed my eyes and undid my jeans. I pulled my boxers and jeans down a little.

"Don't open your eyes until I tell you to," Ryan more ordered, as I nodded, hoping that he was going to do some sort of magical trick...like...I don't know.

Remember....don't open your eyes, okay?" he said again a reminder.

"Okay. Take hold of your cock," Ryan had lent across me and whispered into my ear. My eyes shot open.

"Close your fucking eyes. I'm helping you do this. You want it gone?" Ryan's face was close to mine.

"Yes. I want it back to normal," I whined, closing my eyes again, and doing what Ryan said to do.

Taking hold of my.....I felt so silly, and....awkward, having Ryan there with me.

"Good. Now, I want you to hold it tighter...."he breath still hot in my ear.

I did.

"Now, start moving your hand up and down. Don't lose your grip," he whispered, before I did.

"A bit faster Brendon,” he whispered, as a small moan hitched in the back of my throat.

This felt good. Really good.

Why did it feel so good if it were wrong?

"That's it. Faster Brendon. Grip harder," he whispered.

'Oh ff.....hot breath. Keep breathing in my ear Ryan. That feels...'

"So...good..."I moaned, before I felt Ryan’s hands wrap around mine, helping it move to a silent rhythm.

Ryan was now pressed up against my side, rubbing his body against mine as he helped, keeping his mouth near my ear.

"This is making me fucking hard! Can I?" Ryan whispered in a low tone.

I opened my eyes and took a quick look at Ryan, who was pushing his pants down to his thighs, exposing his.....

"Oh....." I let out another moan, closing my eyes again. right now, I didn't care. This felt too good. The friction of Ryan and my hands together, on my..... Amazing.

"I want to......lay down on the floor Brendon. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to blow your fucking mind!" Ryan breathed again.

With out hesitation, I was on the cold white tiles in a flash, lying on my back, looking up at Ryan, who had placed himself in between my legs, in a kneeling position, looking back at me grinning. I was still pumping my self.

"Close your eyes!" he said quietly, now smirking.

I closed my eyes.

"Let go of your cock," he ordered. I took my hand away and moaned; hating the loss of sudden contact.

A second later, as I was still in my moan of disappointment, it turned into a moan of pleasure.

Ryan had....what! My eyes shot open again. His mouth was on my..........oh shit!

It felt......
"Aahhhhhhgggggg....Ry...feels......oh.....yeah......" I couldn't form a sentence. I knew this was totally wrong, but damn..it was good. I didn't want him to stop.

Ryan started sucking the top of it, and flicked his tongue at the tip of it, sending my body into a place it had never been before. My hips involuntary thrusted up hard, causing Ryan to gag.

"I'm......sorry...."I managed to breath, looking down at him. I didn't want him to stop, but my hips kept moving with every suck. He now had me whole, and I had to look. It was the most perfect sight in the world. Those eyes staring back at me....oh...it was like I was being hit with...some form of electricity.

Was it wrong that I felt no guilt? Being with another boy and letting him touch me.....

I didn't care.

"Tell me when...." Ryan took his mouth off for a second to speak.

"When........ what?" I panted, not having a clue what he was talking about.

Ryan kept pumping me hard and......so fast. I had never felt anything like it before.

"You.......cum...." Ryan panted, taking hold of himself and started pumping at it, the same way he was doing me. I was a complete mess. A good mess. Reality was gone and I was caught up in such.....a different world.

My stomach tightened, and my eyes squeezed shut.

"Come on Bre........n....let it go...Come on......just let go....," Ryan moaned, as I was so lost in this feeling.

This feeling was amazing yet scary. I had no idea what was happening to me. To my body
....and Ryan’s hand on me...felt so good.

How could someone know how to do this to me, and I never knew about this before.

My back arched, hips flying up into the air, and the most unbelievable feeling flushed over my body...like an intense heat, starting at my feet, sweeping up.

"Ohhhhhhh......shiiiiitttttttttttttttttttttt fucking Ry............" I moaned at the top of my lungs. I couldn't help it. My hips jerked and jerked, over and over in Ryan's grip as I felt a hot sensation take hold of my.......hot liquid then shot out of my ......................I was too afraid to look. Too afraid that if I opened my eyes the feeling would disappear.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkkk!" I continued, still jerking up, for a few more intense seconds, before I collapsed like a lifeless rag doll on the floor. I felt almost paralysed, but yet, physically contented. Sedated maybe.

"Errrggggggg," was the only noise I could make, a couple of seconds after, as I opened my eyes to look at Ryan, after he let me go.

"That-was-. fucking............ hot Urie...."Ryan moaned, before I watched his head fall back, and him jerk into his hand a few times before a white thick fluid spurted out of him. Sounds were choking in his throat, but his eyes sprang open and he looked at me wide eyed, with his mouth open, until he stopped jerking. I smiled, wishing that it was me having that same sensation again. This whole situation was so surreal.

"Oh fuck Bren!!!!!!" he panted, flopping himself against my waist, burying his head into my stomach. I reached instinctively over to Ryan’s head and started to stroke it....running my fingers through his thin honey brown hair.

We stayed silent for a small while, both very contented, smiling boys.

I didn't know what to say to Ryan after that. I didn't want him to think that I was.....

"I....I'm not gay Ryan.." somehow slipped out of my mouth.

Ryan looked up at me, and smiled, looking really happy, and sat himself up again, taking hold of my hand, pulling me to the sitting position too.

"Neither am I. We're just helping each other, Urie. I see that it worked. Problem solved," he looked down to my groin, then looked back up at my face before adding in a cocky tone, "Hey.... you better not fall in love with me. That'll be really creepy."

"Ry,...I'm not like....tha....." I started to say, hoping that he really didn't think that I was gay.

"Oh shut it Urie. Come on. Let's clean ourselves up," he helped me up to my feet.

"Hey Ryan, Thank you," I was so.....I couldn't even describe how good I felt.

I took a mental note to do that more often.

Minus Ryan.

Maybe.