Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2009 16:56:56 -0700
From: Hyacinth Fire <hyacinth.fire@gmail.com>
Subject: MySpace, MyRyan 6 (M/t, gay, cons)

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because of school on ryan's part and work on my part, a few weeks past
before i saw ryan again, around thanksgiving. we had been talking a
lot online and on the phone, and i was continuing my training of him
as a boyslut. he was learning quickly; he was now always willing to
call himself a boyslut or a bitchboy and sometimes did so unprompted
because he knew how much i liked it.

i offered to pick ryan up at school one afternoon, and he readily
agreed. because it had been more than three weeks since we'd last been
together, i knew he'd be extra horny. personally i had a five-day load
of cum saved up just for him.

"hey bitchboy," i said as ryan climbed into my car, wearing a hoodie
jacket and jeans and slinging a backpack over his arm.

"hey," he said with a grin. "perv." he added.

ryan shut the door and we began driving back to my place. "so how was
school?" i asked.

"it was ok, i guess," ryan sighed.

we were silent for a moment.

"there's this guy that i think likes me," ryan said.

"oh yeah?" i asked. "is he cute?"

ryan giggled. i looked over and he was blushing. "kinda," he said.

"you been thinking about him in bed at night?" i asked.

ryan giggled again. "sometimes. but mostly i think about you," he said.

"yeah, i know," i smiled, and reached one hand over into his
jeans-clad crotch. i felt around and found his four and half inch
boycock, stiff already. "that's 'cause your my boyslut," i said.

ryan giggled some more. i kept feeling his fourteen year old boner
through his pants.

"so why do you think this boy likes you?" i asked.

"well, he's a senior at the high school and they come over to like
help out in some of the classrooms and stuff" -- ryan is currently in
eighth grade at the middle school, but the high school is right next
door -- "and he's in my class two days a week, and he's always looking
at me and stuff, and then yesterday after school he saw me and was
talking to me and stuff and said he could give me a ride home if i
ever wanted it," ryan said.

"yeah, he's probably a wannabe boyfucker," i said. "seventeen or
eighteen but into hot little bitchboys your age."

"well, then afterwards, when i said that was cool, he started asking
me some other stuff," ryan said. "like sex stuff."

i chuckled. "yep," i said. "that figures. what did he ask you?"

"like how big my dick was and if i jacked off alot," ryan said softly.

"and did you tell him?" i asked.

"yeah," ryan said even more quietly. such a little slut.

"sounds like you've got a crush," i said smiling. "and it sounds like
he wants to get into those pants of yours."

"maybe...but...don't be mad, ok? i still like you best," ryan said.

"oh ryan," i laughed. "don't worry. i know you're my little bitchboy,
but you should feel free to go have fun with as many other guys as you
want," i said.

"really?" he asked.

"absolutely," i said. "it will make you an even better slutboy, and
that's what i want."

"'kay," ryan said. "well...he asked me something else today."

"what did he ask you?"

"he asked...like...well he asked if like i had ever...you
know...sucked dick," ryan said, blushing hard.

"and did you tell him?"

"i just said, 'maybe.'"

i laughed. "dude that's a dead giveaway. no straight boy says he
'maybe' sucks cock."

"yeah," ryan said softly. "that's prolly why later he asked if i ever
would be interested in sucking his."

i laughed loudly at that. "no shit!" i said. "and what did you tell
him, my little boywhore?"

"welllllllll," ryan said, drawing out the last syllable, "i said no,
because i was afraid he would think i was gay, and besides i thought
you would be mad if i did."

"do you want to suck his cock?"

"well...yeah kinda."

"well ryan, first of all he already knows your gay. that's pretty
obvious. and if he's as into you as it sounds, he's not going to risk
getting a blowjob by telling anyone -- IF there's a chance you'll give
him one. but if you say no, he might try to blackmail you or
something, or just not care and start telling people," i said. i knew
ryan was mortified at the idea of people knowing he liked dick.
although he was a submissive little bitchboy in bed, he was, as they
say "straight acting" to the general public, though his furious
blushing around any cute boy -- i had seen it around me, when he was
talking about others and the few times we had been out in public --
were a dead giveaway to anyone who thought to look.

"so you're saying he won't tell anyone if i suck his dick?" ryan asked.

"there's no chance," i said. "first of all, you're a great little
cocksucker and you swallow, which is probably going to blow his
fucking mind. there's no way he's gonna risk losing you once he has a
chance to nut in your mouth."

what i wasn't telling ryan in all of this was that after talking with
one of my boyfucker friends about my little bitch, i actually had an
offer to rent ryan out for the night. i was seriously considering
doing it, although i wouldn't tell ryan he was doing it for money,
just as a favor. i knew the guy was legit, we had talked at length
about some of our boysluts, and i was pretty sure based on what i saw
when he was on his webcam that he would be someone ryan thought was
attractive. and, frankly, you always end up with a better bitchboy
when you have more than one boyfucker training them, and i knew this
guy would do a good job in the time he had with my little boywhore. so
i had reason to encourage ryan to think about sleeping around: the
little bitch was gonna be making me some money.

"you really wouldn't care if i did stuff with him?" ryan asked. we
pulled up in front of my house and i parked the car. i turned to ryan.

"definitely not," i said. "i only have one rule, ryan: you can let
other guys fuck you if you want, but they have to use a condom. i'm
the only guy who should be fucking you bare. it's safer that way."

i didn't add, "it's safer for me" but that was my real motivation. i
sort of liked the idea of my bitch getting barebacked by lots of other
guys, but not if it meant that i might catch something. most guys
would probably flip just to fuck a 14 year old anyway, so i was sure
he could insist on the protection and not lose the fucking that he so
clearly needed.

"'kay," ryan said, his blush starting to subside.

"it's obvious you need lots of cock," i said, leaning over close to
his face. "you're desperate for it. and while i'll give you mine as
often as i can, even i probably couldn't fill your appetite for dick.
so i want you to feel free to mess around with other guys. just
promise me you'll always swallow, ryan," i said.

he giggled and looked down. "yeah, okay," he said, smiling.

"let's go inside," i said and gave him another squeeze on his
obscenely bulging boycrotch. he giggled.

when we got inside i offered him a drink.

"yeah okay but just a coke...i like the rum but i don't want my mom
getting suspicious."

i walked over to the fridge to get ryan a soda and glanced back at him.

"take off everything but your underwear ryan," i said. "from now on i
don't want you to wear anything more than them while you're in my
house."

"'kay," ryan said, giggling and blushing. he began to strip.

when his shirt came off i could see his blush was creeping down his
neck and onto his smooth schoolboy chest. he might be a little slut at
heart but he was still shy like a little boy.

his shoes and socks came off and he put them down next to his
backpack. then he undid his pants and pulled them down.

ryan was a total boxers kid, but on this day he had a sexy pair of
black briefs on with white edging.

"nice undies ryan, where did you get them?"

"oh i've had them..." ryan said, "i got them last summer before i went
to camp...i thought they were kinda sexy."

"mmm, they are ryan," i said. "turn around and show me your ass."

ryan did a little pirouette and wiggled his tight boyass, with his
underwear snugly fitting his little bubblebutt. when he turned around
again i could see his four and half inch, fourteen-year-old boydick
poking straight out, creating a large tent in his underwear. i walked
toward him with the soda.

"so you got these undies because you thought you would look hot in
them?" i asked ryan.

"yeah," he giggled.

"before you went to camp."

"yeah." blushing.

i took the cold soda can and touched it to his chest. ryan gasped at
the cold metal against his flesh.

"you wanted the boys at camp to see how sexy you were?"

"yeah," ryan said softly. "well...i mean..."

i moved the cold soda can over to his left nipple and touched it. ryan
gasped again and i could tell his nipple had immediately stiffened.

"the counselors?"

"...yeah" ryan said in almost a whisper. i moved the can over to his
other nipple and he moaned softly.

"you wanted one of the camp counselors to see you."

"mmm" was all ryan said.

"and play with you?"

"yeah..."

"fuck you?"

"um...yeah..."

i leaned in close and pressed my lips to his. ryan opened his mouth
and i plunged my tongue inside. i wrapped my body around the boy and
reached behind him to set his soda on the windowsill. then i ran my
hands down his naked back to his pert little boyass in the black
undies.

i felt more than heard ryan moan into my mouth as i pressed my crotch
against his, trapping his throbbing boycock against his pubic bone, my
jeans and his underwear pressed together.

i moved my right hand up to his mouth and slipped it in between our
lips. i curled it into his warm, wet boymouth as we continued to kiss,
and i felt him wrap his tongue around it and get it wet. i withdrew
and moved my hand back to his backside.

as i continued to make out with my fourteen year old bitchkid, i
carefully moved my fingers under the waistband of his underwear. with
my saliva-coated finger i crept down his smooth young crack, down to
his perfect hairless boyhole.

i rubbed the pucker, gently, and felt ryan's whole body vibrate. then
in a single motion i pushed my tongue roughly into ryan's mouth and
plunged my finger all the way up the kid's boypussy.

ryan moaned, loud, into my mouth, and nearly collapsed. i had one of
my arms under his armpit and that and the finger up his ass were the
only things holding him up for a few seconds. i wiggled my finger deep
in his boychute and then felt around for his prostate, rubbing the
small button rapidly with my finger.

i felt ryan's boydick throb against my crotch, and no doubt the kid
was expelling some clear preboycum at that moment.

i broke the kiss, but left my finger up the kid's fuckhole.

"ryan," i said. "let's go to my room."

"'kay," he said. his cheeks were flushed and his lips were puffy and a
little red from being kissed hard for so long.

i gently withdrew my finger from his clasping, hot little boycunt.

i turned and started heading toward my room. ryan followed behind like
a little puppy.

"ryan," i said, turning back.

"what?"

"your soda," i said, pointing to the windowsill.

"oh. right," he said, blushing. "'kay."

***to be continued***

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