ʀᴇʏᴀɴ: ʜɪɢʜ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ

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Song doesn't match the Oneshot but I like this song.

Warning: 18-21+ Read with caution.

Ryan flopped onto his bed, exhausted from another grueling day at work. The 23-year-old software engineer had spent the last 12 hours hunched over his computer, trying to debug a particularly stubborn piece of code. All he wanted now was to collapse and sleep for a week.

Just as his eyes started to drift shut, his phone buzzed with a text notification. It was from his best friend Regie. "Hey man, you free to hang out tonight? I just got a fresh pack of dank and I could use a study break."

Ryan groaned, but quickly replied back. "Yeah I'm down. Be over in 30."

Thirty minutes later, Ryan was walking up the stairs to Regie's apartment. He knocked twice before letting himself in. "Yo Regie, where you at bro?"

"In here man," Regie called from his bedroom. Ryan made his way over, finding his friend sprawled out on the bed surrounded by empty chip bags and soda cans. Regie was the same age Ryan, but still lived like a college freshman.

"Damn Reg, how can one person make such a mess?" Ryan laughed, gingerly stepping through the minefield of trash to plop down beside his friend.

Regie just shrugged and reached for a joint already waiting in an ashtray. "I wasn't expecting company. Now shut up and smoke with me, I'm missing my usual study buddy."

For the next couple hours, the two friends shot the shit, reminiscing about old times and getting lost in meandering conversations brought on by the potent weed. Ryan found his eyelids getting heavier by the minute.

"Yo Ry, you alive over there?" Regie nudged him with his elbow. Ryan lifted his head, realizing he had dozed off for a bit.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm good. Just resting my eyes," he mumbled.

"I was just saying, I've been thinking..." Regie trailed off, studying Ryan intently. The younger man cocked an eyebrow, wondering what his high friend was getting at now.

"There's something I've always wanted to try with you, but never had the balls to ask before. Now that I'm high as shit though..." Regie took a deep breath. "I wanna fuck your mouth, man. Been fantasizing about your tight little throat for years."

Ryan's eyes shot open at that, a jolt of surprise and arousal running through him. He swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of how dry his mouth had gone.

"Uh, I...I mean, yeah, okay," he stammered out, face flushing. "If you really want to..."

"Fuck yes, I want to," Regie growled. He sat up and started pulling his sweatpants down, revealing his thick, semi-hard cock. Ryan's own dick twitched in his jeans at the sight.

Regie scooted off the bed and stood in front of Ryan, stroking himself to full mast. "Open up, baby boy," he commanded, tapping the head of his cock against Ryan's lips.

Ryan obeyed, parting his lips and allowing Regie to slide into his hot mouth. He relaxed his throat, letting Regie's heavy cock push in deep.

"Holy shit, your mouth feels amazing," Regie groaned, eyes rolling back. He started thrusting faster, not holding anything back.

Ryan took it eagerly, the obscene sound of gagging and slurping filling the room. Amazingly, he felt no discomfort, even as Regie's cock hit the back of his throat with every thrust. It was like his body was built to take a facefucking.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Regie grunted, balls drawing up tight. He slammed in to the hilt and held there, spurting ropes of hot seed directly down Ryan's gullet.

Ryan gulped and swallowed around the pulsing shaft, not spilling a single drop. Regie shuddered and slumped forward, spent.

After a moment, he withdrew from Ryan's sucking mouth. Thick globs of cum drooled out to splatter on the younger man's chin and chest. Ryan just looked up at him dreamily, his own cock straining in his pants, aching for relief.

"You took that so well, Ry. Your throat was made for my dick," Regie panted, eyes shining with satisfaction. He reached down to palm Ryan through his jeans. "Get these off, baby. Gonna return the favor big time."

He helped Ryan out of his clothes, pushing him back on the bed and diving down to swallow that straining erection. Ryan moaned brokenly, fisting his hands in Regie's hair as the wet heat engulfed him.

It wasn't long before he was cumming hard down his best friend's throat, just like he'd always secretly fantasized about. Regie took it all like a champ before crawling up to claim Ryan's mouth in a cum-flavored kiss.

"Fuck, we should have done that years ago," Regie mumbled into his mouth. "You're such a good little cocksucker, Ry."

Ryan just smiled blissfully against Regie's lips, mind blown by how good that had felt. One thing was for sure -study nights with his best friend would never be the same again.

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