Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2010 23:28:40 -0800 (PST)
From: John Smith <john_boy16@yahoo.com>
Subject: For the Love of Ryan-04

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Sorry for the delay...Busy social and work life lately

For the Love of Ryan 04


Finally, the day to go camping had come.  Nine year old Ryan and I loaded
the car bright and early on a late July morning.  It was a Monday morning.
I deliberately chose weekday camping in which to go so as to avoid the
weekend crowd.  So, off we drove.  Now normally I wouldn't discuss our car
conversations that we had as we drove for over two hours to get to the
campsite.  They are usually uneventful, but I want to share a small part of
what was said since it was an odd thing for Ryan to discuss and becomes
relevant later.  I don't remember what lead to the conversation, but I
remember Ryan telling me about a sexual act that his sister told him about.
He was talking about oral sex.  It went something like this:

"Okay, what did your sister say?" I asked.  "My sister told me that they
put guy's dickies into their mouths, and they call it a blow job" he said
while pointing to his own mouth.  "Is that true?" he asked.  "Well, that is
something you might want to talk to your mother about," I said.  I felt
awkward talking about this because I was afraid he would go back and tell
his mother what I told him...and then she might forbid him to come over. I
could see from the corner of my eye that Ryan was looking right at me with
a sly grin on his face.  I tried to change the subject and got his mind
soon on other things.

When we arrived at the campsite and paid the two day fee, we scoped out the
sites.  It seemed as if everyone who was still camping was on the left side
of the camp between campsite numbers 1 to 10.  So, I went back and asked
for a remote spot...campsite 36.  It was far on the right side of the camp.
We would be alone with no neighboring campers for over 100 yards or more.

Now that we had the site picked out, we began to set up camp. We pitched a
10 x 10 tent.  Pumped up the queen size air mattress inside the tent, and
placed the pillows and blankets inside.  I don't bother with sleeping
bags...air mattress, pillows and blankets is the way to go.  It is so much
more comfortable and free to have access to fellow tent mates (if you know
what I mean).  We also put our knapsacks inside the tent that contained our
clothes and other odd things.  Most of the food stayed inside the car or
inside the cooler that was still inside the car. After we got the camp set
up, it was getting close to lunch.  So, I got the fire going in the grill
and made burgers.

Throughout the day we played horseshoes and Frisbee.  We went hiking along
the creek we found...and waded in the water.  We went swimming in their
pool that they had at the facility (Ryan was too afraid to swim in the lake
that they also had about a mile away).  Later, we did go to the lake to try
the row boats and paddleboats that we could ride.  So, Ryan decided he
wanted to try the paddleboats.  We rode around the lake for about an hour,
as well.

There were still a few people at the campsite.  There were probably about
four groups still at the park, and one of them was a man and his son.  Well
I assume they were father and son.  I assume people were probably thinking
the same about Ryan and me ("That must be his son").  Anyway, the son
looked like he was a few years older than Ryan (maybe 12).  The man looked
a lot older than me.  I was twenty-six at the time, but this guy looked to
be in his mid-thirties.  His son, on the other hand, was about four inches
taller than Ryan, with dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and slim build.  He had
a build similar to Ryan's, just taller and slightly broader.  He was cute,
but not as cute as Ryan.

So, during our time there, we would run into them on occasion.  For
example, we ran into them while we were hiking and doing the paddleboats.
We really didn't strike up a conversation, we just acknowledged each
other's presence by nodding our heads or we waved or said hello, but we
didn't hang around together.  I bring them up because they become important
later.

I made a fire toward the evening and Ryan and I roasted hot dogs for
dinner.  When we finished eating, I told Ryan to get his bath things and we
would go to the shower facilities that they had at the site to clean up for
the night.  Since it was a warm night, a cool shower sounded good to the
both of us...Plus. I was very excited about seeing Ryan's naked body
again. Now even though the place had four shower stalls, I was going to
request that Ryan and I shower together.

When you walk into the shower facilities, there was four shower stalls on
the right.  They each had a door that locked and a dress area inside.  On
the other side were the urinals, toilets stalls with no doors, and then a
long vanity section with about four sinks and a mirror that stretched along
the full length of the vanity and sinks on another wall.

When Ryan and I walked in, a man was exiting out of the third shower stall.
It was the man who we saw with his son earlier that day.  He stood outside
the shower stalls totally naked.  He was drying himself off with the towel.
I don't know why he didn't do that inside the shower stall dress area with
the door closed (so as not to expose his nude body to everyone), but I was
glad he did do it in front of us.  I felt it help gave Ryan the feeling
that it was okay for men and boys to be nude together.  I could hear the
shower still going in stall number three, as the man dried off.  Meanwhile,
the man began to put his legs (one at a time) on a bench out near the sinks
drying them.  I saw Ryan's eyes dart over at the nude man as we approached
the vanity area, and I recall that the man had a hairy body in comparison
to my own.

Ryan and I began to brush our teeth.  I could see Ryan look in the mirror
at the man behind us.  The guy had a hairy back and butt, as well.  Then,
to my surprise, the shower in shower stall number three stopped and out
came the 12 year old boy.  He, too, didn't stay in the dressing area of the
shower stall.  Instead, just like his father, he was drying his wet, naked
body in front of Ryan and me.  Not only that but since he was coming out of
shower stall three, the same as his father, then he and his father must
have taken a shower together.  I was glad that Ryan saw that.  It gave my
skims to see him naked have a since of normalcy.

The twelve year old (who I believe was the man's son) was drying his hair
with the towel.  The towel covered his face and it gave me time to check
out the boy's body.  His cock (flaccid) was about the same size as Ryan's,
but it was a little wider and had a very small patch of hair above his
cock.  His balls, on the other hand, hung low and were as big as walnuts.
He certainly had a good sized sack for a boy his age.  I glanced over at
the man, and he was already dressing into his boxers.  He stopped, and
began to dry the boy's back with another towel while the boy dried his
legs.  They were talking about something, but my mind was so lost by this
sexy scene that what they were saying was lost in a fog.

By the time I finished brushing my teeth, they were still dressing.  I
started to shave.  Ryan, on the other hand, had finished brushing his teeth
and used this time to go to the restroom.  He went to one of the toilet
stalls with no doors, and began to pull down his shorts and underwear.  He
sat down and began to take a dump.  Since Ryan didn't have a shirt on, he
was practically nude already.  Only his shorts and underwear, socks and
shoes dangled at the bottom of his feet.  I could see the man and boy
taking quick glances at Ryan's sexy situation.  Now, I wished I could say
that the man and boy stated and all four of us had a wild sexual orgy, but
that never happens in real life, does it?  Instead, what really happened
was they left a few minutes after Ryan sat on the commode.

In a way, I was kind of glad they were gone so that I could now focus my
attention back on Ryan.  I watched as Ryan wiped his ass.  It brought back
memories of me and one of my brothers who liked to wipe my ass when I was
little.  I wanted to walk over and offer my assistance to Ryan so bad, but
I was afraid that was too brazen.  When Ryan got up and flushed the toilet,
he quickly pulled his underwear and shorts back up, so I never really got a
chance to see his delicious cock and balls.  "You want to try shower stall
number three?" I asked, "It seemed to work for them."  I never mentioned
separate stalls and I am glad Ryan never requested it.  As I said before, I
think Ryan seeing the other man/boy incident earlier helped bring about
more normalcy for a man/boy shower.

"Okay," Ryan said.  Since I was wearing about the same thing Ryan was
wearing (shorts, briefs, socks and shoes), it didn't take long to strip and
put my clothes in a bag that I brought.  Ryan did the same, and before long
we were in the shower together using the same stall as the man and boy we
saw earlier.  It felt naughty and exciting occupying the same stall as
another naked man/boy.  I started the shower the same as Ryan and I had
done several times before.  I washed every inch of his slim, sexy body.
Ryan hummed mostly, but once in awhile he would have a conversation with
me.  I remember one of them was, "Did you see that boy's balls?  He had
huge nuts."  I tried to be nonchalant and said something like, "Well, we
all come in different sizes."  He also went on about how the guy had a
hairy butt.  He was saying this as he was washing my own bare rear as he
had done before when we took other showers.  My erection soon took center
stage.  But, since the shower stall was much smaller than any shower we had
ever been in, it was easy for my erection to keep brushing against Ryan's
hip, or belly, or arm.  When this happened, Ryan would quickly shoot his
eyes up at me with a look of surprise and bewilderment on his face. It felt
good when my hard cock would brush against his soft, wet skin.  I would try
to act as if it was all normal by continuing to wash. When I closed my eyes
to wash my hair, I could feel Ryan rub against my cock even more.  It was
as if my eyes being shut gave him courage to touch my member.  I tried to
squint out of one of my eyes (when the shampoo wasn't interfering) to see
what it was that Ryan was doing to brush against my penis so many times.  I
could briefly see him pretending to wash his arm with soap (I say pretend,
because I already washed his arms).  He kept raising his arm. It would
brush the undersize of my cock head; he would then rub soap on his arm as
he stared at my quivering cock.  I had to rinse and shut my eyes fully, and
once again I felt Ryan's body touch my cock.  It didn't feel like his arm
this time.  It felt like something bigger (like his back or abs).  Now I
wish I had a smaller shower stall at home.  This close proximity made the
rubbing of our bodies so much more exciting.  When I finished rinsing, I
opened my eyes to see a great surprise.  Ryan also had a fully engorged
erection.  He always got semi-hard when we took a shower, but now here he
was with a fully pulsating cocklette.  It was the first time I saw it in
normal light.  His cock was about three and half inches long when stiff.
It was also pointing directly toward his belly button.  I could clearly see
his piss slit and purplish colored cock head staring up at me.

Once Ryan knew my eyes were open, he began to turn his back to me, as if he
was ashamed of his hard-on.  "Wait, Ryan," I said, as I touched his
shoulder, to persuade him to face toward me.  I don't know what made me do
it, but I held out my hands (based on Ryan's past experiences with me) he
knew that meant I wanted him to jump into my arms.  In the past he always
did it while he was fully clothed or wearing my PJ top, but this time he
was naked and erect!  Instinctively, without thinking, Ryan quickly put his
hands around my neck, and jumped in my arms.  His naked legs wrapped around
my back and his boner was now pressed against my abs.  My hands immediately
went to his hot, naked ass for support.  Ryan did it so quickly (it was a
reflex move) that after he did it, I think he realized, "I am doing this
naked," because he got another puzzled look on his face.  I could then feel
Ryan starting to relax and let his feet drop and soon his body was out of
my hands.  "Ryan, let's try that again," I said, "I won't to try
something."  Ryan still looked confused, but jumped into my arms again,
anyway.  This time, I took a step so that his back was against the stall
for support.  The water was now splashing on us and the water cascaded down
my chest and Ryan's making a pool of water form around Ryan's cock and
balls that pressed against my abs.  "See, we made a little pool," I said.
Ryan looked down at his own privates being soaked between his thighs and my
hips.  He giggled a little.  "Hey, it looks like there is a boy in the
pool, swimming!  I exclaimed, while putting my finger on his cock head and
wiggled it back and forth.  Ryan giggled again...Electricity with through
my body.  That one little touch to his naked cock while Ryan acknowledged
and accepted my touch was a huge turn on!  Ryan put his own finger on his
cock head and wiggled it as well, mimicking my previous actions.  He had a
toothy smile as he looked up at me.  We smiled at one another, and I leaned
in and kissed Ryan full on the mouth.  "I love you, Ryan!"

"I love you, too!" he squealed.  And I reached under Ryan's underarms, and
pulled him up.  When his legs raised off me, I could hear the water that
collected between us splat on the ground.  Then I lowered Ryan back on the
ground.  As I did so, our erect cocks briefly rubbed against each other.
Oh, the feeling was wonderful.  I wanted to rub our cocks together again,
but how could I and make it look nature?  So, I felt my best bet was to
pursue a new seduction when we get back to the tent.

We left the shower and dried out in the open as the man/boy had done
earlier rather than staying in the dressing area in the stall.  I kind of
wanted the man/boy to come back and see us dry off with our erections
rapidly becoming semi-hard.  But no one ever entered.  Finally, we put on
different underwear and shorts and walked back to the tent.  We conversed
about our day and strolled toward our tent as if all was normal.

Since it was in the middle of summer and even the nights were muggy, I said
that I was only going to wear my underwear to bed.  Ryan chimed in and said
excitingly, "Me, too!"  And, with that we both removed our shorts.  We laid
down on the air mattress together.  It was still to muggy for blankets.
So, Ryan and I slept on top of the blankets.  Or we started to, but Ryan
said he couldn't sleep.  "Can I have one of your massages?" Ryan didn't
have to ask twice. To be asked willingly to touch and caress this hot boy's
body, would always be a definite, YES, OF COURSE!"  I turned on one of
those battery-powered lantern lights because it was pitch dark out, and I
wanted to see his sexy, smooth body.  Ryan didn't ask why I turned on the
light, so I didn't have to make anything up.

Soon I was straddling Ryan's lower legs, as I lightly caressed his arms,
hands, back and legs.  This time though I told Ryan that water on to the
skin would also help him feel cooler.  "You going to pour water on me?"  he
asked.  "No, that is too much water.  You just need a little touch of
water...like this," I said.  And, I leaned in and lightly kissed his
back. "Oooh, awww...WOW!" Ryan said as he squirmed.  "That feels, good!" he
shouted.  So, now I lightly touched and kissed his arms, hands, back and
legs.  Occasionally, I would take a sip of water from a water bottle that
was kept in my knapsack to keep my lips moist (well, that was what I told
Ryan, but I had plans for the water bottle).

I continued to lightly caress and kiss Ryan's backside.  At one point, I
got so close to his underwear covered butt that my nose was rubbing his
ass.  Grazing my nose along his smooth, clean skin as I lighty kissed his
body was intoxicating.  Then I went to take a sip from my water bottle
(which I had done several other times before so as to bring a sense of
normalcy before I make a gutsy move).  I pretended to have the bottle slip
and fall on Ryan's underwear.  Ryan squealed and immediately tried to scoot
away, but I stopped him, "Wait, don't move or you'll get more of the
mattress wet...Sorry about that Ryan, the bottle slipped," I said as I got
another towel out of my knapsack.  I dried everything off the best I could,
and I told Ryan to take off the wet underwear for now and let them dry.
"That way they won't get more of blankets or mattress wet," I rationalized.
Without question, Ryan stared to lower his briefs, but found it hard to do
without rolling over which would cause his backside to touch the dry
blankets and mattress. So, I said, "Here, let me help you."  Since Ryan
already raised his pelvic region and had the underwear past his butt, it
was pretty easy for me to grab the edges of the material and continued
sliding down his legs and off his feet.  I laid the underwear on top of his
knapsack.  "Let's let them dry there," I said.

I looked back at Ryan.  There he laid totally nude.  His perky, tight, lily
white, ass staring up at me.  His arms were bent at the elbow and tucked
under his chest, and his faced watched where I put the undies.  He nodded
his approval. He looked so inviting laying there before me without a stitch
on. "Okay, shall we continue with the massage?" I asked, as I straddled his
lower legs again.  I didn't wait on Ryan's answer.  I assumed, and hoped
that he would approve.  He never said anything though...so I figured no
news is good news.  Based on his position, it looked like he was bracing
himself for my touch. I started at the top again and caressed and lightly
kissed his hands, arms, neck, and back.

And, now his ass was coming into vision.  I debated for the longest time if
I should begin caressing and kissing his butt. Although I planned it this
way, I was now beginning to chicken out.  Then Ryan did something that gave
me the impression he approved and expected me to continue on.  As I was
caressing and lightly kissing his lower back, he moved his legs apart
exposing more of his ass crack to me.  So, I decide to take the plunge by
caressing and kissing his upper ass.  I figure if he didn't want me to, he
would let me know. Ryan never stopped me.  Instead he continued to squirm
and make moaning sounds.  I really wanted to lick his ass, but thought I
better stick to my original progression.  Too much too soon may be
disastrous.  I continued on giving attention to his fleshy mounds.  On
occasion, Ryan would squeeze his cheeks together and then relax them.
Although I wanted to bury my face into his crack, I had to continue with
the defined "massage." As I started to move on to his legs, Ryan asked if I
could come back to his back again. I felt like Ryan wanted to say "back to
my ass", but may have felt uncomfortable being that bold, but I had no
problem starting on his back again and eventually back down to his
delicious ass.  I licked his left cheek quickly (in hopes he wouldn't
notice) as I said, "Time for the front."

I climbed off Ryan's lower legs.  I could feel Ryan hesitate...almost as if
he was thinking, "Should I let him see my stiffy?  Well, he already saw it.
I saw his, so why not?" When Ryan rolled over, his hands immediately went
to his groin.  Trying his best to cover his boner.  I straddled his lower
legs and repeated kissing and lightly touching his body.  I spent time on
his neck, face, and lips.  Ryan was breathing heavy, and I could tell he
was extremely aroused.  His nipples were erect as I caressed and kissed
them softly.  He stiffened when I started to do the same to his abs.  He
was too ticklish there and started to squirm and giggle.  "Too sensitive,
uh?" I asked.  "Yeah," he said while also nodding his head.  "Okay, I'll
start on the legs and work up," I said.  Ryan never said a word, but
watched intently as I began to caress and kiss his upper legs.  His hands
still tried to cover his erection.  When I kissed a spot close to his
hands, I decide to keep going and kissed his hands.  I took the hand that I
was kissing and started to gently put it aside.  Ryan didn't resist.
Laying his hand to the mattress, I exposed his right side of the groin
area, and I continued to massage on his right side.

I repeated the process on the left until Ryan's hands were now at his side.
I couldn't stop.  I hand to continue the massage as defined.  So, before I
knew it, I kissed Ryan's shaft. Ryan immediately shot his head up, resting
on his elbows (as if to get a better look at me making love to his penis).
"Looks like I kissed the swimmer," I said smiling.  Ryan smiled back, and I
continued with another kiss.  This time I was a little closer to his cock
head. His peter began to throb. I could see out of the corner of my eyes
that Ryan was breathing faster.  "You think the swimmer needs
mouth-to-mouth?" I asked Ryan as I stared up at him.  My hands continued to
caress his pelvic region and lightly stroked his nuts. Ryan nodded his
head...he was breathing out of his mouth and found it hard to talk.  As
soon as he nodded, I lowered my head to his cock and put my mouth over the
crown.  I gave it a quick suck, and looked up at Ryan for approval.  Ryan
placed one of his hands on my head and I could feel him applying a little
pressure as if to encourage me to engulf the head again.  "Swimmer needs
more mouth-to-mouth?" I asked.  Ryan half smiled, and I could feel his hand
on my head apply a little more pressure...trying to move my head back down
on his cock.  I didn't need any encouragement.  I quickly enhaled his
entire three and half inch cock into my mouth.  Ryan's head fell to the
pillow.  He squirmed a little to his side so that he could get a look at me
sucking his penis.  His hand never left my head.  There was no turning back
now.  So, I embraced his member as if it would be my last tasty morsel.  I
tongue licked the full length of his cock and once again, I placed the
throbbing member in my mouth.  I sucked up and down; leaving it covered in
my saliva.  I nibbled down to his nut sack and began to nurse on his balls.
Ryan would thrust his hips in ecstasy while looking straight up at the tent
ceiling...arching his neck.  Then he would quickly return his gaze back and
watch me slurp on his genitals.  Ryan began to rock his hips when I
engulfed his cocklette again.  Both his hands where now on my head.  I
could feel him pushing my head down to take more of him.  He kept bucking
his hips toward my mouth.  He was making a hissing sound from his lips and
I knew Ryan was having a dry orgasm.  I wished he could cum a little so I
could taste his seed in my mouth, but I knew he was still too young.  When
Ryan's hands dropped to his side and he was once again on his elbows, I
knew his climax had been reached and he was spent.  I continued to lick his
cock and balls, but Ryan kept squirming away from me slowly.  "Is it too
sensitive?" I asked.  Ryan half smiled and nodded.  "Okay, I will stop the
massage," I said, hoping he would just assume I was doing a massage and not
a sex act.  "Wasn't that what my sister was talking about?  Wasn't that a
blow job?" Ryan asked hoarsely.  "Well, yeah, I guess it was...just a way
to make a person feel good that you love," I said as I laid on my side next
to Ryan.  I rubbed Ryan's chest and said, "So, you feel better now?  You
think you can sleep now?"

"Yeah," Ryan said, as he squirmed under the blankets.  He turned on his
side to kiss me on the lips, goodnight.  "Goodnight, Mr. Smith (Ryan never
called me by my first name), I love you!" he exclaimed.  And he turned on
his other side facing away from me.  He never asked for his underwear back.
So there he laid, naked under the blanket...I turned the lantern off and
wiggled myself under the blanket as well.  As I lay there with a naked boy
of my dreams inches away, I began to wonder where this would lead.  My cock
was rock hard, but I thought it was too soon to ask Ryan to help me get
off.  Besides, tonight I was only interested in bring him pleasure, but I
began to feel guilty and worried that Ryan would feel differently when he
woke up.  I suppose only morning will tell...all that worry soon caused my
erection to subside.


Should I continue? If so, the next chapter is what happend on day two of
the camping trip.

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