Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2012 12:03:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Jones <aprof2motivateu@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Delinquent Godson, Part 16

My Delinquent Godson
Part 16
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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.


I awoke the next morning to the pleasant sensation of having my cock sucked
by Ryan.  Once I realized what was going on, we changed positions and did a
69 until each of us had gotten our morning release.  This time Ryan spilled
nothing.

Fortified with one another's protein, we went out for a three mile run,
then swam together to get our morning workouts. After showering together,
we made breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen. By then it was 8 am.

"Hey Ryan, let's get in the truck and head south, we have shopping to do
and an airplane to meet".

During the trip down, I could tell Ryan was excited that he would be seeing
his dad again. I was looking forward to seeing him too, and was wondering
what he would think of the much changed young man who had been with me for
many months now.

We got to the outlet malls, and did a lot of shopping. Ryan was needing a
size bigger in everything: wife beaters, boxer-briefs, socks, dress shoes,
running shoes, winter boots, sweaters and jackets, shirts and pants, etc.

It took almost 3 hours to buy everything, and we spent close to $1500 on
it, even on sale. Ryan was super polite and kept thanking me for everything
I bought for him.

Once the clothing had been purchased, I took him to the sporting goods
outlet where we purchased snow shoes, new skates and a hockey stick, and
some more ice fishing gear. We took all of that out to the truck too, at
which point I said "Oh, we forgot something let's go back in".

Well Ryan knew I was up to something from the twinkle in my eye, and I
walked him down to the firearms section of the store.  He beamed with
excitement, knowing that he was about to get another fantastic gift.

"You know Ryan, it's going to be deer season soon, and we need to get your
rifle skills up so we don't starve this winter" I said, quite tongue in
cheek since of course there was never a food shortage at our house.

"Why don't you ask the gentleman to show you the different rifles and hold
them and see what you think".

Ryan spent the next 15 minutes handling the various rifles and sighting
down them, feeling the balance, and admiring the finish. I was proud of the
way he asked questions of the employee showing the guns, and how polite he
was when asking them.

I have a particular favorite rifle for deer hunting, and he had not been
shown it yet, perhaps because he is still a kid and it isn't a cheap
rifle. So I piped up "excuse me, do you have a Weatherby Mark V deluxe in
stock"?

The sales clerk beamed and said "Oh yes, that is one of the best deer
rifles, let me bring you one".

He handed it to Ryan who looked like he was going to have an orgasm on the
spot as he stared at the fine finish of the gun, held the well balanced
weapon, and sighted it.

"Wow Uncle John, that is fantastic but it's really expensive".

"Well Ryan, that deer rifle will still be functional when you are too old
to shoot it as long as you take care of it properly. I guess the question
is whether or not you are responsible enough to take care of it" I said.

"Uncle John, I SWEAR I will take good care of it. Really. I'll do
everything you teach me to do with it".

"OK Rye, it's yours" I said, as I put my credit card down on the
countertop.

Ryan threw his arms around me and gave me a bear hug with all his strength,
and the clerk smiled broadly at the boy's enthusiasm.  We also bought a
rifle case and a large amount of ammo before we headed to the truck.

It was time for lunch, and I took Ryan to an old restaurant known for its
seafood near the sporting goods store.  He was eating like a horse now as
every calorie went into growth or muscle, so he ate a salad, soup,
appetizer, entrée, and dessert as well as having a milkshake to drink.  He
belched contently at the end of the meal and I gave him a withering look
and he said "excuse me Uncle John". I replied "Ryan you are excused but I
don't expect to deal with manners like that in a restaurant again".  He
replied in an authentically chagrined way "yes Sir, you won't".

After paying the check and having Ryan calculate the tip for me (good
practice for the boy), we headed to the airport. We got there pretty early
and sat in the truck until the plane was due to land, and so we waited
outside of security.

Ryan's dad was near the back of the plane, and when he cleared security
Ryan strode up to him confidently and gave him a big hug.  I thought his
dad was going to fall over in shock as he saw his son.  He looked him up
and down, the nice haircut, rippling muscles, a foot taller then when he
had last seen him and just shook his head. "Wow Ryan, I guess country
living does agree with you" he said.

"Yeah Dad... I'm doing really well here. Even totally up to date on school"
He bragged.

We headed down to baggage claim and Ryan insisted on carrying his dad's big
bag, which he did easily.

We got loaded into the truck (thank God it's a 4 door with all the stuff we
had) and drove back to the lake, Ryan and his dad chattering with each
other.  By the time we got home it was about 8 pm, and I pretended to be
tired and went to bed so Ryan and his dad could talk.