Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2012 08:12:20 -0800 (PST) From: John Jones <aprof2motivateu@yahoo.com> Subject: My Delinqent Godson, Part 10 My Delinquent Godson Part 10 Aprof2motivateu@yahoo.com Disclaimer: The following is a work of homoerotic fiction involving an adult and teen. Do not read if it is illegal where you reside or if you will be offended. This time we made it in 40 minutes. Ryan could now practically fly across the trails; no longer winded at all, and with his now well defined albeit boyishly thin legs carrying him up the hills. On the steep parts as I was behind him I couldn't help but notice that his buttocks had really put on some muscle. As his behavior had been great for 2 months, I had not had the occasion to examine them closely, much to his relief. The paddle sat unused in the drawer. Once we got to the rock I gave Ryan a little boost up, and then climbed up myself. I had brought some binoculars along so we checked the view out for about 5 minutes, standing in the warm sun. Then we both sat down, with our legs dangling off the edge, sitting side by side. "Uncle John, you said something really cool back there" Ryan said. I thought he was talking about something else so I said "you mean the part about having you beat Jacob's nuts for a while"? Ryan giggled and said "well that part too but I was being serious. Did you mean what you said about me"? "Ryan, I have said a lot of things to you and about you over the past day, so I'm not sure which one you are referencing, but I always mean what I say to you. I'm a really straightforward man" I said. "I meant the part when you said that he raped the person that you loved most in the whole world, that part. Do you love me that much" he asked. "Yes Ryan, I do. You are the son I never had and I am so proud of you and what you can become. I love you and would do anything for you" I said. This led to an immediate and fervent hug from Ryan, who then dissolved into tears. "What are you crying about Ryan" I asked, as I held him next to me in the warm sun. "Only one other person ever told me and she died" he said. "Well I'm not going to die any time soon Ryan, and I do love you more than anything. Now that doesn't mean I'll stop being tough on you when you need it, but you should never ever forget that everything I do around you is out of love" I said. We sat again for a while like that... I was watching a pair of eagles over our lake, and just enjoying the moment with Ryan. Then I thought the time was right to bring it up. "Ryan you said something yesterday that really made me feel terrible..." I began. "Oh I'm sorry..." he interrupted. "No, let me finish Ryan, you said that you sort of got into a relationship with Jacob, who used then abused you, because you couldn't have a sexual relationship with the person you really loved" I recounted. "Yeah... Sorry if I shouldn't have said that... Didn't mean to hurt you..." He said, in genuine concern for my feelings. I replied "Ryan... No it's not that... It's just that on the one hand I would love to have that kind of relationship with you, and on the other hand I don't want to be someone who ever uses you and don't want to lose the other parts of our relationship, can you understand that"? I said. "Yeah Uncle John... I guess... I mean we wouldn't have to do everything... but could like maybe I massage you or give you a kiss or stuff to start out?" asked. "Ryan, that would be fine. I just only want you to do what you want to do, not what you think I am trying to get you to do. You would have to take the lead on this." I said. Looking up at me, with pure blue eyes and an adoring look, he said "I want to kiss you". I leaned over, embracing him and our lips met. Ryan took the lead. I felt his young tongue dart in, tentatively at first, then deeply. Soon we were lost in passionate kisses that went on for minutes. "Wow Ryan, that was the best kiss I ever got" I said, when it seemed time to take a break. "Yeah it was my first one and it sure felt good" he said. "Well maybe we should hike back home now, huh?" I asked. "Race you" He said, jumping down, and we literally ran the miles back to the house, arriving both out of breath and sweating at the waterfront. There was still plenty of light when we got there, and I was hot as hell from the run so I picked Ryan up, carried him to the end of the dock, and threw him in, with Ryan yelling in mock protest and pretending to resist. I tossed off my clothes and joined him, then with his clothes on the dock we swam as nature intended in our totally private lake. Soon we were kissing again. I think he started it. I could feel the contrast between the cold water on my body, balls up tight, and the heat in my throbbing 9 inch cock. As Ryan and I faced each other and embraced, I felt his hard 6 plus inches against my stomach and knew he was feeling the same way. "Uh, maybe we should go upstairs and get cleaned up Ryan"? I asked, in some embarrassment. "OK Uncle John, let's hit the shower" he said and, carrying our dripping towels, erect penises bobbing with each step, we hit the bathroom. We were both chilled, and our testicles showed it. We took turns under the hot water in the steamy oversized shower, scrubbing one another's backs and cuddling, together with some continued kissing. We were both pretty aroused, but felt comfortable about it this time. Eventually we had both returned to our normal non chilled selves, and we were getting a little "pruney" as I observed. We toweled each other off and then went into the kitchen, dressed only in our towels, for a quick supper. As we were doing the dishes he asked "Uncle John... Can I give you a massage? I really like the ones you give me and I want to do one for you" he asked. "Ryan, is it because you want to or because you think I want you to" I asked him. "Oh I want to" he said enthusiastically. "Well in that case, I would love a massage. I am sore already from having to move my old body so fast trying to race you down that mountain".