Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2010 19:15:39 -0800 (PST)
From: John Smith <john_boy16@yahoo.com>
Subject: For the Love of Ryan-03

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First, let me apologize to anyone who has been waiting to read about the
camping trip.  I orginally intend to talk about that in this chapter, but I
forgot about a very important event that occurred about a week before the
trip.  So, this chapter will deal with that event first.  Then the next
chapter will deal with the camping trip. I promise.


For the Love of Ryan 03


During one of the many visits in which nine year old Ryan would stop by my
house, I told him about my idea regarding a camping trip.  He was excited
about the idea.  He told me that he had never been camping before.  So, I
cleared everything with his mom, and we agreed to go around the end of
July.  I needed the time to get things I needed for the trip.  Meantime,
Ryan still stopped by and stayed around for my caressing massages, dinner,
and games.

One day, Ryan came over and wasn't his usual self.  I asked him what was
wrong, and he said he wasn't feeling well.  I told him that he ought to go
home, but he didn't want to.  He said he would be okay if he could just lie
down on the couch a little.  So I agreed.  As he laid down on the couch, I
got him a blanket and fixed him some chicken noodle soup.  At one point,
Ryan vomited on the rug as he tried to walk fast to the bathroom.  It was
then that I realized how much I loved him because it didn't bother me one
bit that I had to clean up his mess.  I know if this had been anyone else,
it would have disgusting to me.

Ryan felt much better after he vomited, and he kept apologizing for not
making it to the bathroom in time.  I assured him as he laid on the couch,
covered in a nice warm blanket (since he seemed chilled) that it was no
problem.  As time went on and it was getting kind of late, I called his
mother and told her that since he wasn't feeling well that maybe it would
be better not to move him.  She didn't seem to care about whether he stayed
at my place or not and didn't seem too concerned about his illness.  It was
so typical of her.  I have grown to hate that woman.

Ryan felt better around ten o'clock that night and was sitting up on the
couch playing a video game.  I told him, if he was doing that well, maybe
he is good enough to go back home. "Aw...I don't want to.  Can't I go ahead
and stay here like you said?" he asked.  I couldn't resist.  "Okay, but
it's getting late.  Do you feel well enough to take a bath and get ready
for bed?" I asked.

"I don't have anything to wear," he said with a grin. "Well, I could walk
over and get your Pjs and some clean underwear, but I got a better idea."

Ryan had a smirk and listened intently about what possible idea I came up
with.  I couldn't tell what he thought I was going to say, but I told him
that I could give him my pajama top to wear temporarily while he gives me
his clothes that he has on.  I would wash them and dry them, and he would
have a clean pair of underwear to wear. "Okay!" he exclaimed.  He seemed
very excited about the idea.  When I came back with one of my pajama tops,
I asked Ryan to follow me down to the basement where the washer and dryer
were located.  Once there, Ryan stripped, and put on my pajama top.  I put
his clothes in the washer along with detergent and started the wash.  I
told Ryan that we couldn't take a bath yet because the washing machine was
going.  When it was done, we would put his clothes in the dryer while he
took a bath.  Ryan seemed down with it...shaking his head in an affirmative
motion.

Now Ryan and I had this little thing that we did over the course of ten
months of being together... whenever I would hold out my hands, he would
run and jump right into them (his arms would wrap around my neck and his
legs would wrap around my lower back).  I would usually place my hands
under his butt to help give him support.  We would usually laugh; give each
other a quick peck on the lips.  Sometime I would then let Ryan drop or I
would spin him around, or bounce him...things of that nature.  So, as we
were getting ready to go upstairs (with Ryan dressed only in one of my
pajama tops), I held out my hands.  Ryan backed away to get a running
start, and then with a grin on his face, he ran and jumped into my arms.
When I reached around to support Ryan's butt with my hands, I made sure I
was under the loose fitting pajama top.  Now my hands rested directly on
his hot, naked ass. Electricity immediate shot threw me as I deliberately
let my fingers roam and slide within his crack.  Handling his naked ass
with my hands felt wonderful.

Ryan never said a word about where my hands ended up (after all that is
where that always went when we did this and he had clothes on...everything
could still be considered normal, right?).  I carried him upstairs back to
the couch.  I squeezed his cheeks and patted his bottom as he dropped.  I
couldn't resist. I watched him happily scamper to the couch and get in his
usual "massage" position.  "Are you wanting a massage, Ryan?" I asked. He
smiled up at me as he lay on his belly, "yeah," he said sheepishly.  I
raised Ryan's legs and sat on the couch.  We were both in our usual
positions.  Ryan draped over me with his pelvic region directly in my lap.
Since Ryan was wearing only my pajama top that hung loosely on him, it was
easy to have access to the usual body parts that I massaged (legs, feet,
hands, legs, and back).  Ryan's ass was less than a foot away from my nose.
Since he hadn't taken a bath, yet, I could smell a waft of odor emanating
from his ass. If it had been anyone else, it would have probably been
disgusting, but once again on Ryan I found it sexy inhaling his dirty
asshole.  As I massaged his back, my PJ top inched higher and higher, so I
could actually see his butt. I could smell his dirty ass even more clearly.
I inhaled deeply.  Just knowing it was Ryan's shit didn't bother me in the
slightest.  I didn't mind putting up with his shit...literally!

Since his butt was bare, I decide I could use that as an excuse as to why I
massaged it.  So, I lowered my hand down his back until it started to
lightly tickle his gorgeous globes.  Ryan never said a word. Every once in
awhile, he would spread his legs a little (almost as if he was granting me
more access).  He would also tighten his ass cheeks together at times
thrusting his hips forward toward my lap as if something was exceptionally
exciting to him.  I could feel his boner rubbing on the edge of my blue
jean covered leg.  One time, when he thrust, I asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah, just feels good," he said with a dry throat.  "Glad you like it," I
said.  I knew his hard-on said it all!

I asked Ryan to turn over, so I could do his front.  Nothing unusual about
that.  I always had him turn over and do his front...still could be
considered normal, right?  When he turned over, he penis was extremely hard
and uncovered.  The PJs had fallen up toward his belly button when he
rolled over.  For about ten seconds, his beautiful three and half inch cock
twitched in my face.  Finally, I realized I was starring and being too
obvious about my lust. So, I started to tickle Ryan's front legs.  Out of
the corner of my eye, I could see Ryan trying to lower the PJ top back over
his dick.  Now, I wasn't so sure he wanted more or not.  It seemed like
that was a mixed signal.  If he had left it unveiled, I would have seen
that as a green light to "massage" his prick.  Now, he's covering it up.
Was he embarrassed by his erection?  I started to go under the pajama top
to tickle his chest (and maybe work my way down), but then another setback
happened.  "Can you do my back again, instead of my front?" Ryan asked as
he turned himself over.  "Damn!" I thought.  He doesn't want me to do his
front. Is this a clear sign to stay off the dick?  I was a little
disappointed.

I heard the washing machine stop, so I told Ryan I would be back in a few
(I had to put his clothes in the dryer).  When I came back, I told Ryan it
was time for his bath.  Once we got there though, Ryan asked if we could
take a shower instead.  "Both of us at the same time?" I asked.  "Yeah, why
not.  It will save us time like we did in the hotel," Ryan said in a
matter-of -fact tone.  Maybe there is hope after all.  He seems interested
in taking shower with me.  The shower was very similar to what occurred in
the hotel.  Ryan did my backside, and I washed him all over.  The only
difference is my erection was not compromised by my jacking-off.  I let it
go all while I got out and dried off in front of Ryan.  Ryan's dick was
starting to sport a woodie, too, but it wasn't fully erect. "Why is your
dickie hard every time you take a shower?" Ryan asked as he dried himself
off.

"Well, why does your get hard every time I give you a massage?" I
questioned back.  Ryan's face turned red.  I embarrassed him, but I didn't
mean too.  I was trying to lead to a conclusion.  "It's because it feels
good, right?  Shower feels good and so does the massage, right?" I
retorted.  Ryan kept drying himself. "Well, am I right, Ryan?" I asked in
hopes for some reassurance.  Yeah, I suppose so," he said with a little
smile on his face.  Once we were done, I dressed in my usual briefs and
pajama bottoms.  Ryan slipped my pajama top back on. I didn't bring up the
topic of getting his underwear out of the dryer, and I was hoped Ryan would
forget and just go to bed in just the PJ top.

After we dressed in our night clothes, Ryan asked if we could play some
games.  Since it was the summer and neither of us had to be anywhere
tomorrow, I agreed.  So, we went downstairs and played a few video games.
Ryan seemed to like the freedom of wearing his "dress" like outfit.  When
he won a game or got a high score, he did moves he never did when he was
wearing normal boy clothes.  He would spin around allowing the PJ top to
fly while wind soared up his ass.  I had a hard time concentrating because
I enjoyed watching him dance around in my PJ top.  Everyone once in awhile.
It would swing or flop up, and I could see all of what the good Lord gave
him. When he sat Indian style, I could see right up the pajama top as well.
His penis looked aroused, but not fully erect.  It was sexy as hell
watching him parade around in my shirt.  I wanted to lean forward and put
my head right under that shirt and nurse on his delicious cock and balls.
It was getting close to midnight, and Ryan still never asked for his
underwear when I told him it was time for bed.

When I had Ryan sleep in my bed, he never questioned it (even though I had
a guest bedroom).  Sleeping together was now "normal" since we did it
already at the hotel, wasn't it?  With Ryan wearing only my PJ top, it
would be so easy to have access to his genitals.  Ryan laid on his side
with his butt facing in my direction when we first snuggled into bed
together.

Once I heard Ryan's light little snores, I reached over and found that the
pajama top had crept back up to his waist leaving his pelvic region
exposed.  I could clearly see his back side because of the light left on in
the hallway (for bathroom visits) and, of course, my eyes simply adjusting
to the darkness.  It was nice not to have underwear in my way.  His ass was
completely at my disposal.  I began to finger his ass and slid my digits
along his crack until I found his boy pussy.  I toyed with his hole; trying
to push my wet fingertip in as I had done several weeks ago at the hotel.
As before, he was too tight to make much penetration.  Regardless, I had
this urge to rub my cock against his slit.  I knew it wouldn't penetrate,
but I wasn't looking for that. I just wanted to feel his sweet boy flesh
touch my cock.  I took out my hard six and a half inch cock and rubbed it
along his buttocks.  Then I slowly pressed it against his asshole. The
tingling sensation it gave me, electrified me. I was oozing precum out the
head of my cock, and I began to wipe my jizz on Ryan's puckered hole.  I
rubbed my finger over the hole, using my precum as a lube.  I was able to
wet his anus enough to get a finger about an inch inside.  His asshole was
so tight and I could feel the heat from his sweet little ass.  I wanted to
rim his little boy hole so badly.

I slide my hand around his front, and felt that he was sporting a woodie.
I felt the full length of his stiff three and a half inch cocklette, and I
knew I desperately wanted to see and suck his cock again as I attempted to
do at the hotel. So, I slowly pulled Ryan's waist and turned him so he was
lying on his back.  I watched his face for signs that he might be awake,
but he continued to lightly snore.  I didn't waste any time, I lowered my
face down to his groin area and inhaled his scent.  All while I smelled
deeply his aroma, I also studied his dick and balls displayed before.  I
kissed the tip of his dick and watched as the cocklette began to pulsate
inches from my eyes.  I licked his crown and watched again as the dick
twitched like a baby bird waiting to get feed.  My eyes frequently darted
back up to Ryan's face to make sure I wasn't waking my darling prince.

His balls were no longer hanging loose.  His scrotum had tightened up close
against his body, and I lowered my head to kiss and lick his cute little
ball sack.  I licked my tongue along his nuts.  I could feel them roll up
along with my tongue.  Again, Ryan's cocklette quivered.  And then, I
placed my mouth back over his cock head and engulfed the entire length of
his rod into my mouth...slowly sucking back and forth on his now wet, slick
penis. Ryan's leg started to move as if he was stretching.  I withdrew but
I did not lie back down.  As quickly as he would open his eyes and contort
his body, I knew it would look foolish for me to try to pretend to be
asleep. But, Ryan never opened his eyes.  I wondered if he was peeking
through his eye lids like I had done in the hotel. I couldn't be sure.

I decided I would lie back down on my side facing Ryan, and placed my
pointer finger, index finger and thumb on his throbbing dickie.  I began to
stroke Ryan's dick, as I stroked my own.  Suddenly, without warning Ryan
immediately shot his head over at me with his eyes wide awake.  I quickly
pretended to be asleep because I didn't know what else to do and I was
scared to death he would get mad at me.  My hand and fingers remained on
Ryan's dick (trying to move it, I thought would be too obvious).  I figured
I could just say that my hand must have just fell that way during the
night.  I know it was lame, but I had hoped he would buy it if I had to use
that excuse. My other hand hid my erection as best it could, but Ryan
wasn't looking at my crotch area.  He was looking at my eyes, as peeked
through the lids stupidly hoping he would think my hands just fell that
way.  Then he looked at my fingers on his penis.  He started to use his own
fingers to touch his dick and feel my fingers.  Then something came over
me, and I began to stroke Ryan's cocklette again.  Since I knew he was
aware I did it earlier, I thought I could argue that my hand just fell that
way and this was an involuntary spasm that I have during the nights.  Lame
I know, but it was went through my stupid twenty six (26) year old head.
As soon as I started stroking his dick, Ryan's eyes shot immediately back
up at my eyes.  He kept studying it for signs that I was awake, but I just
didn't have the nerve to let him clearly know that I was awake.  I thought
I could still argue the "accident" story if Ryan brought it up. BUT,
something wonderful happened, as I stroked Ryan's cock. His eyes went to
his groin area, and after about a half a minute, he began to squirm under
my touch.  I could tell by the way his hips jerked that Ryan was having a
dry orgasm, and I was giving him this wonderful feeling. His legs jerked
and hips thrusted up down and he convulsed.  His breathing was louder and I
heard a small groan come from his sexy lips.  Then he let out a sigh and
laid perfectly still.  I could see his chest raising and falling quickly. I
could feel him look over at me every once in awhile during his rest moment.
After about another half a minute, Ryan placed his hand on my fingers and
thumb that still held his cock, and he slowly pulled my hand away from his
dick.  He lowered it gently on the bed.  Since he was being so gentle with
my hand, I assumed he was buying that I was asleep and he didn't want to
wake me.

Ryan go up and went to the bathroom.  I could hear him stir and eventually
flush the john.  I quickly used this time to hide my erection back into my
PJ bottom.  When he got back, he just stood by the bed watching me
intently.  I could see him through my closed eye lips.  I kept wondering
what was going through his head because he just stood there staring at me
as if he was studying whether I was awake or not.  Or was he thinking about
giving me a feel?  Then he crawled back into bed.  I figured I could use
this shaking of the bed as a moment to wake up and maybe I could figure out
what was going on in his mind.  Ryan was on his side facing me, when I
pretended to stretch and wake up.  He just looked over at me all all curled
up on his side and asked in a low whisper (as if he was afraid to wake
anyone else up even though it was just us), "Can't you sleep?"

"Yeah, but I felt the bed shake.  Did you get up?"  I asked, pretending I
didn't know.  "Had to use the bathroom," he said as he snuggled up closer
to me.  "Oh, goodnight, Ryan," I said as I leaned over to kiss him on the
cheek goodnight.  "Nite," he whispered as he kissed me back, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I responded, and I meant it, deeply.  It also seemed we
both were too scared to confront the other about being awake during any of
that sexual contact.  Even though I was still fully engorged, I eventually
fell asleep.  When I woke up the next morning around 8:30, I began to
wonder if Ryan had touched me during the night as he had done at the hotel
because my briefs on one side was lower on hips and rumpled (and that has
never happened before).  My PJ bottom had slide down about two or three
inches, but that was typical. My underwear tousled and lowered on one
side...that never happened.  So, now I wondered if he molested me as I
truly slept through it. "How ironic," I thought.

As I stretched, Ryan began to stir, and then without warning, Ryan quickly
got up and straddled my stomach.  His butt was on pelvic region with his
knees on either side of my stomach.  I don't know what made him so giddy,
but he seemed all excited. He had a huge smile on his face and his hands
was rubbing my chest.  My nibbles were becoming erect under his touch.
"Wake up sleepy head!" he shouted.  I found his new position extremely
sexy.  I knew he had nothing on under that PJ top, and now there he sat
straddling my groin area.  I could feel that my dick was hard...partly
because I was aroused by Ryan's new found position (rubbing my chest and
sitting on my crotch), but also because of a full bladder.  As much as I
wanted to see where Ryan was going with this, I had to turn on my side and
allow Ryan to fall back onto the bed as I said, "Gotta us the restroom,
Ry-Ry.  I'll be right back," I said.  While I was peeing, I began to
conclude that I must be right.  Ryan must have woke up before me, and had a
feel of my cock.  He must have got me excited while I truly slept.  He
probably got horny from messing around with me that he now has this pent up
frustration of horniness.  Maybe that could explain why my underwear was
disheveled, why Ryan straddling me and rubbing my chest (coz he was horny),
and maybe that explains him being so giddy...excited to explore. He also
didn't need to use the bathroom when he woke up.  Was that because he was
already up earlier or from empting it earlier when he woke from me
masturbating him?

When I got back to the bedroom, Ryan was still in the bed lying on his
side.  One hand was supporting his head while on his elbow and the other
hand was twisting the PJ top's hem around his crotch.  I was so tempted to
lie back down and see where he was going with this when the phone rang.  It
was Ryan's mom's boyfriend.  He was the one that supposedly looked after
the kids in the morning while mom was at work. He was asking about Ryan, so
I told Ryan that we better get him back home.  Ryan actually got angry
about the idea of having to go home. "He just wants me home to do the
chores!  I am the only one who has do anything around there while everyone
else lies around!" he said in an angry tone as he hit his pillow.  I wish
there was something I could do, but I knew I had to be careful about
interfering too much with their family life.  So, I made Ryan breakfast
while he helped me.  He walked around still in my pajama top (and nothing
else).  Ryan was in better spirits as we ate breakfast.  After we ate, I
went down in the basement and got his clothes out of the dryer.  Ryan got
dressed as I watch one last time his nude body being revealed as he
unbuttoned the PJ top.  I handed him his shirt first so I could ogle his
privates.  I watched as his two inch cock and balls wagged a little as he
pulled his shirt over his head.  I marveled at his prefectly shaped penis
and balls, and thought he would make one guy or girl a very lucky mate.
Then I reluctantly handed him his underwear and shorts. Once he had his
shoes back on, I walked him home.  I knew he could walk it alone, but I
wanted to be with him as long as possible.

I reminded Ryan that we still have the camping trip in about a week..."So
you got that to look forward to," I said.  "Yeah, I can't wait!" he said
with excitement.



Next Chapter will definitely be the camping trip outing during the summer

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