Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2010 05:15:03 -0800 (PST)
From: John Smith <john_boy16@yahoo.com>
Subject: For the Love of Ryan-05

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For the Love of Ryan 05


I found it hard to sleep that night in the tent. One reason was obvious.  A
beautiful, naked boy was shear inches away from me sleeping soundly on the
air mattress I brought for the camping trip.  And another reason was
because of the events that just occurred a few hours ago. I had just given
this sweet nine year old tentmate a blow job.  He willingly allowed me to
lick and slurp on his hard-on to a glorious orgasm as he watched and
participated.  After all, wasn't it he who placed his hand on my head and
guided me back to his delicious little penis. And wasn't it he who moaned
in ecstasy and bucked his hips as I sucked on his boner.  Well, now I laid
there wondering if my little tentmate, Ryan, would regret it.  I know that
sometimes after I had an encounter with someone, I would later feel ashamed
or guilty afterwards.  I knew if Ryan felt that way it would hurt deeply
our growing relationship not to mention that things could quickly become
disastrous for my career and social life.

As I laid there pondering all the possible outcomes, I found my eyes
becoming more accustom to the dark as the hours ticked away. Eventually
Ryan rolled over and draped his arm across my abs.  His head was now
touching my shoulder and I could feel his breathe on my arm. I laid
perfectly still waiting to see if Ryan was going to explore my body as he
had done before when he thought I was asleep.  Slowly his hand lowered to
my crotch.  He put his hand right on top of my bulge in such a manner as to
pretend it just fell that way. "Maybe I don't need to worry after all...He
still seems to be interested in exploring," I thought to myself.  Soon
Ryan's fingers were going through the fly of my briefs.  I could feel his
fingers touching the side of my shaft, and my cock immediately responded to
this erotic episode.  Normally any sudden move by my cock would scare away
Ryan's exploration, but this time, he seemed determined to touch my hard-on
as he did in the shower.  Only this time it was deliberate rather than
trying to disguise the touches as accidents.  He took his hand out of the
fly and touched the waistband of underwear, and to my surprise, he raised
his head up and supported himself on his right elbow.  I had to quickly
close my eyes and squint threw my lids to see what he was up to.  I didn't
want my "wake state" to possibly scare him off.

Ryan raised the elastic of my briefs with his left hand, and stared at my
erect cock.  Even though I know Ryan had seen my hard-on several times when
we were in the shower.  It was always done in quick glances, but now he
looked at it as if he was studying every inch of my six and a half inch
dick.  Then Ryan sat up and began to pull down on my briefs enough so that
they rested behind my balls.  I was surprised at the vigor in which he
pulled and tucked. It was like he wasn't afraid if he woke me up with all
his tussling on my material.  And, maybe he didn't care.  Maybe my oral
copulation opened the door for the pretending to stop.  I thought I would
test this new theory.  I opened my eyes and watched as Ryan wrapped his
hand around my hard-on.  He held it for awhile as if he was feeling its
weight in his hand.  And then he looked up and saw that I was watching him
with a slight smile on my face. Ryan let go of my penis and I felt it flap
hard against my pelvis.  He was smiling as he leaned in close to me, head
to head.  Ryan whispered, "I couldn't sleep." He seemed to avoid
acknowledging playing with my dick.

"Do you need another massage?" I asked keeping the pretence up that Ryan
hadn't just been feeling me up.  Ryan changed his position so that a little
more of his weight was now on my body.  I could feel his little boner on my
hip and his upper left leg was now touching my balls and I felt his leg
slide in the middle of mine. Ryan had this giddiness about him.  It was the
same behavior that he had when he was at my house and I had strongly
believed he woke up horny.  Of course, on that day the phone rang, and Ryan
never got to act upon his horniness.  Well, I believe he was in that same
state now.  The only difference is that now there was nothing to stop him.
My left hand stroked his back as he cuddled in closer.  He didn't respond
to my question, but his squirming and moving his pelvis on my side caused
his boner to rub against my hip seemed to indicate he was. His rubbing my
chest with his left hand and looking up at me for relieve seemed to say,
"Yes, I need your massage!"

"Okay, Ryan, let's get to it," I said as I rose up.  I took my underwear
off and tossed it at the side of the tent next to Ryan's briefs.  "These
darn things keep binding," I said as a pretense for removing my underwear.
I decide not to openly acknowledge what I saw Ryan doing with them earlier
until he was ready to acknowledge it himself.  When I looked down at Ryan,
he had positioned himself so that he was flat on his back with his arms
resting on his chest and his legs slightly apart.  He laid there naked with
his gorgeous erection fully exposed.  I was surprised to see him in this
position because when I usually give him a massage, he has always turned
over.  This time, though, it was like he wanted to skip the pretence and
just get right to the blow job.  It was so beautiful to see a boy display
himself so willingly.

I reached over to turn on the battery-powered lantern so I could fully see
this hot boy body.  Ryan used one of his arms to block the light from his
eyes and I apologized.  Although it hurt our eyes for awhile, it was well
worth it.  I had to see this sexy nine year old in all his glory in regular
light. "Come on, Ryan," I said as I patted the side of his naked hip. "Turn
over."

"I was thinking about the front first this time," Ryan said with a slight
grin as he put a finger to his lip. He looked so cute trying to be coy
about asking for what he really wanted.  I knew he wanted another blowjob,
but want makes them best is the foreplay leading up to the ultimate
climax. So, I wasn't going to let Ryan miss out on the whole experience.
Not to mention, I enjoyed touching and kissing his whole body.  "We'll get
there soon enough...so come on," I said as I patted his hip again. "Okay,"
Ryan said as he reluctantly rolled over.  Ryan laid on his stomach with his
arms draped on either side of his body.  I straddled his lower legs like I
did a few hours ago, and start caressing, kissing and now licking his back.
I figured since I licked on his cock a few hours ago, surely he wouldn't
object to me now licking his backside.  Ryan never objected.  Instead, I
would hear him moan in ecstasy or squirm with pleasure.

When I explored his ass, I was determined to show him a little more love. I
lightly kissed each cheek of his ass and began licking the full length of
his butt (as I had done with his back).  Ryan rolled a little from
side-to-side, wiggling, and making grunt noises as I made love to his
backside.  I took each of Ryan's legs and gently spread them apart from
each other so I could see more clearly his anus.  I could slightly see his
pink rosebud coming into view, but his perky cheeks still hid most of the
hole I had fingered several times before.  I could see Ryan rocking his ass
slightly from side-to-side as if he was anticipating what was coming next.
His ass was so round and smooth that it seemed too good to be true to have
such a delight in front of me.  There was not a blemish on that white, hot
butt.  I began by rubbing each cheek lightly while rolling the flesh away
from his anus.  I could clearly see inside his crack.  His puckered hole
was so clean and light pink. Each time it was exposed, I could see the
pucker open slightly.  Laying directly below his ass was the back side of
his beautiful nuts.

I began to lick down his crack, and gave a few extra swipes across his boy
hole.  Ryan's ass immediately tensed up, and he rolled on his side and
looked back at me with a look of shock and a big smile, "I didn't think you
would do that?"  I became scared that Ryan felt I went too far...maybe he
felt that the asshole was off limits.  "Do you not want me to?" I asked
innocently.  "I just thought you was gonna use your fingers like you did
before," he said as he laid back on his stomach.  I wasn't sure what Ryan
meant by that but I never used fingers on his anus when he was awake (or I
thought he wasn't awake).  So, part of me was thinking, was he awake when I
played with his asshole in the past as I suspected or was he just simply
doing a comparison with what I did with his butt cheeks.  I decided to
ignore asking probing questions to find out what Ryan meant and count my
blessing I was able to make love to him. "Fingers, huh...like this," I said
with a grin.  And, I began to use my forefinger to glide along the crack
till I got to his boy pussy.  I felt Ryan move his legs a little wider and
raise his hips a little higher.  I rubbed the tip of my finger along his
puckered ridges. Ryan continued to wiggle his ass. "Yeah, like that," he
said in a whisper.  "So, you don't like this?" I asked as I leaned and
licked his pink hole a few times.  Ryan giggled and squirmed.  "Just feels
weird," he said in a grunting voice with a slight giggle.  I wanted to
drill his hole and rub my cock all over his ass, but I felt the "massage"
on his backside had reached a new level and pursuing it further might be
too much. So, I went on down to his legs.

"Okay, turn over," I said as I rubbed Ryan's bottom one last time.  This
time without hesitation, Ryan rolled over before I could even fully get off
his lower legs.  I could see how anxious and excited he was for me to do
his front.  He had a huge grin on his face and was acting giddy as he put
his hands behind his head.  He was no longer trying to hide his erection
from me as he had done in the past.  Now, I think he was longing for me to
get on with the "massage."

I worked on Ryan's neck first.  I pecked at his neck as he would tilt his
head, giggling.  I worked my way down to his nipples, slowly kissing and
licking on his shoulders and sternum as I went.  Ryan's nips were usually
about the size of dimes, but now they were a little smaller as they
contracted into their erect state.  I slowly licked and kissed each one.
Ryan was no longer giggling, but looking down watching my tongue swiping
his boy nipples.  His right hand rested on my head as I continued to suck
on his hard, brown, tasty tits.  Soon I felt his hand stroke my head as I
continued worshipping his chest.  I loved this boy so much.  Being able to
make love to him as he watched and enjoyed the sensual feelings I was
giving him was more than a boylover could dream.

I continued to work my way down while lightly skipping his abs (I knew Ryan
found that area too ticklish).  I knew that was something I would have to
work on with him later because I really wanted to caress, kiss, and lick
his abs and belly button one day.  For now, though, I will just lightly
peck them until I got to his pelvic region.  Ryan raised his head to watch
and used his arms for support, but looked a little surprised when I didn't
stop to feast on his privates.  Instead, I lightly kissed near the groin
and moved on down to the upper legs.  "Aren't you gonna..," Ryan began to
stammer.  Was he finding it hard to come up with a word to describe what we
were doing?  Was he struggling to call it a massage or blowjob?  Was he
afraid to acknowledge what we're doing...by not giving it a label, he could
deny it was going on?  I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but I could tell
he was having a difficult time acknowledging what he wanted. "Don't worry
I'll get to it," I said, saving him the embarrassment of what to call it.

In the meantime, Ryan had taken my pillow and stacked it upon his own to
prop his head up giving him the support he needed to watch me.  As I
traveled back up his legs, I began to nibble on his scrotum, licking the
two gorgeous nuts contained within.  I decided I wasn't going to stop
unless Ryan asked.  In a way, I was afraid to look up at Ryan's face in
case he disapproved.  It was as if Ryan read my mine, because I soon felt
his fingertips touching my shoulders as I went down on his balls. His
fingers lightly rubbed back and forth on my shoulders as if to give me the
signal I needed that he approved.  As I sucked on his nuts, I also lowered
myself down to lick along his smooth perineum.  I could see his legs spread
further apart as I licked under his sack as much of his anus as I could
reach.  This spreading of his legs to gain me more access was another sign
he approved and enjoyed his "massage."

Once I knew my saliva had soaked his asshole well, I began to run my
forefinger back over it.  I let my fingertip slightly penetrate the outer
rim as I licked, sucked and kissed my way back to his balls.  I kept my
finger at his virgin rosebud, letting it rub and slowly enter his hole.
Ryan's ass was extremely tight.  I knew loosening him up would come with
time.  My other hand rubbed and caressed his firm little stomach and groin
area.

I began to nibble along the side of Ryan's cock without actually touching
it.  One of his hands was now tousling my hair on my head as he waited for
me to engulf his beautiful three and a half inch hard penis.  As I kissed
along the sides, I could see Ryan's cock flare, pulsate and quiver in
anticipation.  Finally, I kissed the head of his dick.  Each time I took a
little more into my mouth as I sucked lower and lower down his shaft.  I
could feel Ryan place both hands on my head this time.  I could feel him
applying a little pressure on my head as he had done a few hours before,
and I felt him buck his hip once.  But it was almost like he caught himself
because he suddenly stopped applying pressure and bucking his hips.  He put
his hands back on my shoulders.

I stopped sucking his boner to lick my finger that had been playing with
his boy pussy up to this point. For the first time since I started sucking
his dick, I had the nerve to look up at Ryan. He was looking down at me
with his head still propped up by both pillows.  He was breathing through
his mouth. When he saw that I was looking at him, he gave me a grin and
dropped his hands from my shoulders.  He watched me lick my finger, but
never asked me why.  It was like he already knew.  As I put the wet
fingertip back on Ryan's asshole, and flicked it back and forth over the
puckered edges, I asked, "Does everything feel good?"  Ryan nodded as he
placed his hands on his chest.  I quickly returned and inhaled his sweet
little cocklette into my mouth. I must have nursed on his rock hard cock
for over five minutes when Ryan began to squirm more violently. His hands
shot to my head and he doubled up applying pressure on my head to stay down
on him (as if I wanted to go anywhere).  I could feel Ryan's penis throb in
my mouth and knew he was having another one of his dry orgasms in my mouth.
"Uaaww!" Ryan gurgled loudly out of his mouth.  I tried to penetrate more
of my forefinger into his ass as he was busy concentrating on his orgasm.
I got an inch inside him as he climaxed in my mouth.  When he flopped back
onto the air mattress, I knew his orgasm had subsided.  I wiggled my greedy
finger inside Ryan's hot anus, and then pulled it out.  I licked his cock
one last time before I slid next to Ryan.  I was still totally nude with an
erection harder than ever.  I brought my finger that had just invaded his
asshole to my nostrils and inhaled the aroma.  It was the most senual smell
I could imagine.  You would have to be a boylover to understand how hot the
smell of a boy's ass could make you.

I had one hand on my head propped by my elbow and the other I finally
draped across my abs.  I lay on my side watching Ryan breathing heavy,
recovering from his orgasm.  Ryan looked over at me with a huge grin on his
face. "You give great massages," Ryan said, as he leaned over and kissed me
on the cheek.  "I think I can sleep now," he said as he began to get under
the covers.  "What about my pillow?" I asked. "Oh, here you go," he said as
he slid it from under his head.  "Nite, Mr. Smith...luv you."

"Love you too, Ryan," I said as I turned off the lantern.  I watched his
shadow drift off, as my erection remained hard.  I had hoped Ryan would
notice my hard-on and say something like, "Let me help you with that."
But, I wasn't going to force him.  I hoped one day he would realize that I
need relieve, too.  So in the meantime, as he slept, I masturbated.  I
wasn't quiet about my jacking off.  I kept hoping he would roll over to see
what the noise was all about why I was making grunt noises.  But, he never
did.  I also thought about cumming all over Ryan, but I thought it might
make him mad.  I wasn't sure how much he knew about sex and that males cum
when they reach puberty and I didn't want to upset him.  I knew it would
take some time, but maybe one day he will satisfy me as well.  In the
meantime, I came on my abs and chest, and cleaned it off with my underwear
that I left near the knapsack.  I embraced Ryan and cuddled up next to his
hot, nine year old body.  I eventually feel asleep as our two naked bodies
entwined.

When I woke up the next morning, Ryan was kneeling next to his knapsack
routing inside it with his underwear on.  I was a little disappointed to
see that.  Did this mean he was embarrassed by last night after all?

"What's up Ryan," I asked.  "I gotta use the restroom," he said.  I
see...well let me get dressed and I will go with you.  We both wore a
t-shirt, shorts, underwear, and sandals, as we walked to use the restroom.
I kept an eye on Ryan.  I was waiting to see if he had anything he wanted
to discuss with me or looked like he was ashamed at what he allowed me to
do.  But Ryan acted like his usual self all day.  After we used the
restroom, we ate breakfast and began to enjoy the camping experience by
swimming, hiking, and playing a few games at the facilities.  Throughout
the day we ran into the same father and son we saw the day before.  At one
point, I saw Ryan over in the woods with the twelve (12) year old talking
and throwing sticks.  I was making lunch at the time.  When Ryan came back,
I asked him if he made a new friend.  "Sorta," he said.

"What's his name?" I asked. Ryan told me that his name was Chris and that
he was gonna start seventh grade when school started and that he and his
father was leaving tomorrow from the camping site.  He told me that he
stays with his father during the summer as part of the divorce.  "Wow!" I
thought.  Ryan learned a lot about this kid for only being with him for
about a half hour.  So, I was curious what he told Chris about me.  After
all, I never told Ryan not to say anything about our special massages...I
just never thought it was needed.  I felt Ryan knew it was a special thing
between us, but now I wasn't too sure.  Ryan said that he told him about
where he lived, his school grade (Ryan would be starting fifth grade when
school started again), and he told him about the other things he did this
summer, like the amusement park.  "Did you tell him who I was?" I asked.
"No, he never asked, I think he thinks you're my dad," Ryan said.  "What
makes you say that?" I asked.  "Well, coz he would say things like 'Our
dads have the same kinda cars' stuff like that."

"You never corrected him?" I asked.  "Nah, you might as well be!" Ryan said
with a huge smile on his face when he realized what he had said.  I kissed
him on the cheek and told him that I would be proud to be his father.  For
the first time, Ryan told me about his father as we ate lunch.  He told me
that he doesn't remember him very well because his mother left him when he
was three. Ryan's father never married his mother and his father never made
an effort to file for joint custody.  So, Ryan has never seen his father
since he was three.  He told me that when his mother does talk about him,
she calls him "an asshole."  It saddened me to hear how Ryan's parents once
again seemed to do all the wrong things.

Before long, it was getting late and time to visit the shower facilities.
Now that we were more open with each other's bodies, I had some interesting
plans for the shower.  I deliberately left the wash cloth behind.  When we
arrived, the place was empty.  So, Ryan and I decided to undress in the
locker area rather than the small shower stall.  Once nude we went in
shower stall four (4).  I figured this way I only had to worry about shower
stall three (3) if someone came in.  It wasn't long before I was lathering
up Ryan's body as I had done in the past, but this time I did not have the
wash cloth.  I had made a big fuss about it as we got into the shower about
how I stupidly forgot the washcloth, but Ryan didn't seem too concerned.
So, I washed Ryan's hair and my own as he played with water gushing upon
our bodies.  I washed Ryan's upper torso, arms, hands, and face by rubbing
the soap on to my hands and placing my soapy hands onto his body parts.
Ryan would hum or carry on a conversation as he so often did when we
showered together.  Ryan was facing me and I was facing him when I leaned
in closer and rubbed his back with my soapy hand in the same manner.  Ryan
put his hands on my waist for support, as I continued sliding my soapy hand
down to his buttocks.  I let my hand slide across the sexy globes as I
looked over Ryan's shoulder and could see his ample hindquarters being
touched by me so sensually.  I slid the fingertips within his crack and
rubbed the puckered hole as well.  Immediately blood rushed to my penis,
and it began to swell.  I could feel Ryan's hot breath on my chest as I
looked over watching his back side.  When I pulled away, I had Ryan rinse
off his top.  As he did so, I could see his semi-erect cock flopping so
beautifully before me.

Now I was soaping up my hands to wash his sexy little privates.  I kneeled
down to get closer to his genitals.  Once my hands was good and soapy, I
began to rub them gently around his dangling balls. Ryan was staring down
watching my cleaning process intently.  Once I began to stroke his cock
with my soapy hand, he became fully engorged.  Ryan was absolutely quiet as
I cleaned his crotch.  He didn't hum or carry on a conversation as he
usually did.  It made me start to worry, but I could see it was because he
was highly aroused.  I asked Ryan to lean against the shower wall for
support and to thrust his hip region forward.  Without question, Ryan
complied by placing his back against the shower wall.  He moved his waist
forward and spread his legs for better support.  I soaped up both my hands
and placed the soap back into its dish.  I began to use one of my soapy
hands to surround his harden prick, while the other slid under his balls
invading his tight boy hole.  I masturbated him slow and steady on the
pretense that I was simply cleaning his privates.  Ryan stared down at his
crotch watching my soapy hand manipulate his boner.  He bucked his hips a
little as I brought his arosual to its peak.  "Aaah," was all that could
gurgle out of Ryan's mouth.  My soapy finger that penetrated his anus had
not gone very far up his butt (maybe an inch), when I withdrew and told
Ryan to rinse off. He still wasn't speaking or humming as he rinsed and I
felt that maybe I had gone too far as I began to wash myself. But then Ryan
said something that made me feel so much better.  "Want me to help?"

Ryan knew that there was no washcloth.  He knew he would have to help clean
me with his soapy hands, and yet, he still asked.  "Sure, Ryan.  Here do my
back," I said while I handed him the soap.  Now Ryan had washed my back
before, but this time, he was using his soapy hands.  It felt so good to
have his hands roam across my flesh.  He handed me back the soap, as he
made his way to my buttocks. I fully expected him to stop.  Even though he
cleaned my butt before, he always had a washcloth.  So, I was taken by
surprise when he continued rubbing his soapy hands over my ass.  "Would he
wash my anus?  He did it with a washcloth in the pass, but would he use his
fingers as I did? Am I expecting too much?" I thought. Finally, my question
was answered.  Ryan's fingers began to slip between my crack.  I continued
to wash my front as if all this was prefectly normal. I bent over to give
him more access to my asshole.  In response, Ryan ran his soapy fingers
over my butthole, but he didn't use any of his digits to penetrate my ass.
Regardless, it felt wonderful that his fingers were now fiddling with my
hole.  I thought about asking him to invade my assshole with his fingers,
but I thought that might be too much.  Maybe one day he will take the
initiative on his own.  "Maybe one day he will take his hard cock and shove
it up my ass," I thought as I turned around to rinse and noticed Ryan's
cock still red hard from the incomplete hand-job I gave him a few minutes
ago.

Now that my front was facing Ryan, I fully expected him to stop since in
the past he never did my front (even with a washcloth).  But, I was
surprised once again when his hands began to wash my abs.  I didn't stop
him.  If anything, I was going to treat his attempt as perfectly
normal. "Wait a minute, Ryan," I said, as I handed him the soap again.
"You may need more soap."

Ryan took the soap from my hands with a slight grin on his face.  I was
washing my chest, when Ryan made a place for my cock.  Such a great sense
of pleasure and shock fell upon me. I didn't overly react externally, but
internally I was in heaven!  I wanted Ryan to feel that helping a guy out
by washing his dick was perfectly normal. So, I didn't stop him.  Ryan
started the whole process by placing his soapy hand around the lower part
of my shaft and began to slid his hand toward my tip.  Once he reached the
tip, he took the soap and rubbed it across his palm.  Then he repeated
stroking my cock with his slippery, wet hand.  I kept washing and trying my
best to restrain my erotic feelings.  I asked Ryan for the soap so that I
could soap up my hands again. I washed my abs (even thought Ryan already
did them) to buy some time.  At this point, Ryan began to jiggle my balls
and held them in his hand for a moment as if to feel the weight of them as
a pretense that he was washing them.  I could see him studying my cock and
balls as he "washed" them.

I put the soap back into the soap dish, and I stood in front of the water
to rinse.  Ryan's hand dropped from my balls when I turned to rinse.  "Time
for the swimmer to swim again, don't you think, Ryan?" I asked while
holding out my hands.  Ryan got a huge smile on his face and he jumped into
my arms.  Ryan had his hands around my neck and his naked legs were wrapped
around my back.  His boner was pressed against my abs.  My hands went to
his naked, sexy ass for support, and my erection was pressing against the
end of his butt.  Just as I had done the day before when we took a shower,
I took a step so that his back was against the stall for support.  The
water splashed on us as it had done before forming a pool of water around
Ryan's cock and balls.  As Ryan and I both stared at his privates, I
reached into the pool of water using my index finger and thumb to slowly
masturbate him.  I slid my other hand under his ass to invade his boy
pussy. Our foreheads were touching together, when I pulled back a little.
This caused Ryan's eyes to look up, and place his eyes on my face instead.
He looked puzzled and his mouth was slightly apart.  He looked so beautiful
that I leaned in and kissed him full on the lips and let my touch for the
first time pierce his open mouth.  Ryan seemed shocked in the face, but I
wasn't sure if it was the French kiss or if it was the stroking his cock or
the wiggle of my finger up his anus.

I could feel Ryan squeeze his ass cheeks together and thrust his hips
forward in sexual bliss.  I kissed Ryan on the neck and his head tilted a
little as if to stop the ticklish invasion of his neck.  The slow strokes I
was giving his cock began to get vigorous and I had fully intented on
bringing Ryan to a full climax when I began to hear voices in the shower
facility.  Instinctly, Ryan and I both broke free.  I was worried about who
it was or what they might be saying.  It was hard to hear what was being
said with the water running so I told Ryan that we better get back to the
tent.  I think he could tell that I was worried about being caught, but I
tried to act like it was simply time for us to stop showering.  When I
turned off the water, Ryan and I stayed in the dress area of the shower
stall to dry off and get dressed.  It was a tight fit (for two), but I
really didn't want to step out into the toliet and sink area.  I wasn't
sure if there would be someone out there who might not see this as
appropriate.  Once we dressed, I kept stalling to make sure whoever was out
there was either gone before we came out or I was waiting for them to go
into a stall themselves before we left the shower.  Soon I heard a shower
going and realized it was probably safe to exit.  As Ryan and I left, I
could hear the voices in the shower.  The younger voice said, "If I can!"
with a hint of excitement and a snort of a giggle.  It sounded like it was
twelve (12) year old Chris and his father. I often wondered if they were
carrying on an incestiuous relationship, but I didn't stay to listen.  A
small part of me wished I would have, but a much larger part of me was glad
I was heading back to the tent with Ryan.  With another whole night
together with this beautiful boy, had too many interesting possibilities!


The next chapter is what happened when we got back to the tent.

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