Date: Tue, 23 Aug 2011 15:02:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lust for Ryan

Lust for Ryan
By
Storyguy22

   The idea, or more to the point the desire, had been building inside me
all day long. Actually, the idea itself had been germinating within me much
longer than just this day, but the idea of acting on the impulse with Ryan
in particular had been really, really percolating in my head all day long.

   Allow me to elucidate. I am twenty-two year old college student who
generally answers to the name Rob, and the idea and/or desire to which I
refer has to do with me instigating sexual activity with a younger teen
boy, in this case Ryan. It is a frequently recurring thought I have
harbored for some time now, most probably since my own early teenage sexual
adventures with other boys my age which I had found to be the most
compelling events of my young life. The only real rub with this outlook was
that while my personal sexual proclivities had stalled completely on my
desire for young boys, my biological development had marched steadily along
to the point I was currently stuck on, that of my desires becoming suddenly
illegal and heavily laden with very unpleasant consequences should I
persist in following through with my now dark desires.

   That said, it must be pointed out that the innumerable charms of young
Ryan would compel one to ignore any possible grave consequences totally;
kind of a "damn the torpedoes" attitude that is easily able to persuade
your average boy lover like me to throw all caution to the winds should one
perceive even a slight chance of success in bedding the boy. Ryan was the
veritable poster-boy of teen boy attributes, fourteen years of age and
positively dripping in boyish charm and sexiness. He was the classic
specimen of a boy right on the cusp of changeover from boy to man, evidence
of his budding puberty abundantly apparent wherever one cared to look, and
evaluate. He was, of course, drop-dead cute with a flawless complexion,
soft brown hair worn in a sort of shag, and startling blue eyes of a shade
that easily rivaled the Azure blue of a high mountain lake. He possessed a
darling little pug nose that was just barely upturned, and a fine dusting
of tiny freckles were scattered across the narrow bridge. His mouth was
lush with full red lips that parted in a breathtaking smile that displayed
even rows of sparkling white teeth. On close inspection one took note of a
barely visible hint of a sprouting of fine tiny hairs on his upper lip that
to the experienced observer of young boys foretold of an emerging maturity
that made it a nearly fail-safe wager that the boy was fully capable of
delivering an impressive offering of that sweet boy-honey that boy lovers
everywhere crave, no matter the development of the organ from which that
nectar presented. He was lean of build, standing about 5' 7" tall and
somewhere close to 140 pounds, and his torso showed just early sign of
muscle development with just a dusting of fine, light hairs. There was a
scraggly emergence of soft peach fuzz in his underarms, and his lower legs
carried the same sort of light growth, and depending upon his choice of
clothing on any given day, there was in evidence some highly enticing
bulges of maleness at his crotch. He was blessed with a pleasing
personality, and a great sense of humor, and whenever he broke into his
somewhat boyish giggles the impact was positively contagious to all within
his sphere. In short, the boy was the total package, and more than anything
I could think of, I wanted some of that package in a very big way.

   Ryan's being the focal point of my illicit lust this particular day was
largely due to our day long close proximity, and while I had struggled
mightily to contain my obvious lust for the boy, I must admit to my guilt
with regard to my having spent a large portion of the day perving him with
my eyes and lust filled thoughts. The purpose for our togetherness this day
was a field trip to a rather grand water park that was housed in a city
that neighbored our small town, and the field trip had been comprised of
several members of our local youth group which was largely a product of our
city fathers who subscribed strongly to the belief that wholesomely engaged
youth prevented much in the way of youthful nuisance. My own role in the
outing had been a fallout to my being a volunteer coach to the boys
baseball teams in town, and the fact that I had quickly volunteered to
drive a car load of the kids to the water park where I had acted the role
of chaperone during the day's activities. That seemingly benevolent action
had in truth been singly selfish on my part given that I had instantly
muscled my way in on the trip the instant I learned that an afternoon of
cute boys, and Ryan in particular, in clinging wet swim suits was in the
offing.

   The frosting on the cake, so to speak, had come recently when the trip
leader had sounded his whistle to signify that it was time to exit the
water and head to the locker room to don dry clothing for the 90 minute
drive home, and upon hearing the barking order I had hurried straight to
the locker room to act as master-at-arms, and, of course, master observer
of the boys stripping naked, however briefly. To my great disappointment
Ryan had chosen to modestly wrap a towel around himself as he skinned out
of his wet trunks and put in place a pair of crisply white briefs, but I
managed to somewhat assuage my disappointment when he had apparently felt
comfortable enough clad in the sexy little undies to take his time in
getting into some shorts and a tee shirt. I thoroughly enjoyed focusing on
his nicely bulging package as he finished dressing, and my cock enjoyed it
as well as it stirred behind my cargo shorts.

   Outside, the wagon master separated the group into their assigned travel
groups, and with a minimum of subtle direction I soon was seated behind the
wheel of my car with the nubile young Ryan seated to my right in the center
position of the bench seat, our bare thighs in light contact to which I
certainly offered no objection whatever. We pulled out of the lot and
formed a loose convoy as we headed toward home, some ninety minutes drive
away. We hadn't gone far when most of the sun and water logged boys were
nodding off, and Ryan was no exception as he sweetly cuddled closer into my
side , lay his head onto my shoulder, and drifted off to the land of nod,
as did the boy riding shotgun. I let maybe a half hour pass, and then I
gently placed my hand on the boys smooth thigh, my fingers softly kneading
his satiny smooth skin as my cock swelled to hardness. I stole a quick
glance at his crotch, pleased to see that his legs were splayed
sufficiently that his bulging treasures were mostly accessible, and moving
ever so slowly I carefully moved my hand until my fingers contacted the
object of my lust. I let my fingers probe the soft tube of his boyhood
where it rested behind the soft cotton shorts, and when he stirred not a
bit, I added slight pressure, and gripped his boyhood in my palm. Oh God,
it felt amazing, so firm and narrow, though actually a bit longer than I
had expected. I gripped and released him several times, and was rewarded
with a decided thickening and hardening of his penis under my
ministrations. He sighed heavily, and I froze in an instant, poised to jerk
my hand away if needed, but after the sigh, he settled back down to quiet,
so I continued my groping. Oh man, I so wanted to be able to slide his
shorts down and free the now rigid stalk under my hand, but I told myself
to be satisfied with the blessing I had at hand. My bravery growing, I dug
a bit deeper and found the lump of his balls where they were kind of
scrunched up between his thighs, and I gently fingered each small orb as I
continued to steer one handed. I swear I could smell him, his fresh boyish
scents filling my senses as I mentally visualized the boy naked and hard in
my hand, and ultimately my mouth, and I was practically drooling at the
thought.

   Another blissful twenty minutes passed as I continued to fondle Ryan's
treasures, and it was with abject sadness that I removed my hand as he
began to stir and wake from his nap. He sat up, glancing shyly at me as he
mumbled some kind of apology for having leaned on me in slumber, and I
smiled at him as I ruffled his soft hair and told him it was all good. I
stole a quick glance at his tented shorts as he stretched his lovely legs
out, and I idly wondered if he wondered why he had awoken with a boner,
then softly chuckled as I realized that such a state was undoubtedly
anything but an oddity for a fourteen year old boy. But I knew in my heart
that I was, in this case, responsible for that lovely teen erection, and I
vowed then and there to not allow this to be my last such opportunity to
create that marvel of male youthfulness.

   The few remaining moments of the trip were unremarkable, and as the
passengers all stirred to some degree of wakefulness we pulled into the
youth center parking lot where the families were assembled awaiting the
arrival of their charges. We all disembarked, said our goodbyes, and parted
company. Driving toward home I was busily scheming various ways to somehow
separate the delectable young Ryan from the herd sometime soon to see if I
couldn't manage to pick up where I had left off in exploring his young
treasures.

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