Date: Sat, 05 Jun 1999 02:33:47 GMT From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com> Subject: Neighbor Ryan part 1 Neighbor Ryan 1 Codes: M/T (masturbation) By: Joe Camp idc90@hotmail.com Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains sex between a teen boy and a man. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what your supposed to do. If this kind of story turns you off, find something else. Fiction and Real Life: This story is all fiction. The characters in this story engage in unprotected sex. That's not real life if you want to live to old age. The characters are a product of my imagination, and can't catch anything unless I want them to. You're not that lucky. Any resemblance of characters to an actual person is purely coincidental. The author retains the copyright of this story. Placing this story on a web site without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Neighbor Ryan Part 1 Well, it's Friday night, and it sounds like the new neighbors are at it again. It looks like it's going to be an every Friday night event, seeing which one can out scream the other. I guess I can't expect much different. The rents on the apartments here are cheap; you can't expect a top class of people to rent them. If the owners would just fix them up, they could get more. I've been here 15 years, and learned if I want the place fixed up, I just have to do it myself. I bet if they ever saw the inside of my apartment, they would try to raise the rent. Most of these apartments have holes in the walls, and they don't even try to repair them. Yeah, the neighborhood has gone to pot the last 15 years. Now, we get the drunks, the pushers, and the hookers. If I had a better job, I would get the hell out of here too, but there is no where else I can rent a two bedroom apartment for what I'm paying here. I spend most of my free time at the computer or watching TV. Except for the screaming coming through the wall, my little corner of the world is safe and peaceful. At least you can just barely hear them in the bedroom I use for the computer and TV room. If I have the TV on, you can't even hear them. Sounds like she's accusing him of getting drunk and chasing after some slut. I couldn't quite make out what he was saying, but it sounded like he was reminding her of her going to bed with some man. Screaming, demanding women, is just the reason I have never gotten married. I won't put up with them. When I get too horny, I just go buy me a date. A hour or so, and I can send them on their way. Hookers are a dime a dozen, around here. Usually, I just beat it off. I decided I would go rent a movie, so I slipped on my coat and headed for the front door. As I stepped out on the porch, I caught a sudden movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked closer, and it was that older kid from next door. He was scrunched down in a little ball, and as far away from his apartment as he could get, while still being on the porch. All he had on was a thin tee shirt, and a pair of jeans. His feet were bare, and his jeans had holes in the knees. He was shivering, and as cold as it was, I wasn't sure if it was from the cold or the fight going on next door. Just great! I wanted to just walk away from him, get in my car, and go get a movie. I wanted too, but looking at him, I couldn't. Those big blue eyes staring at me just wouldn't let me go. There was a pleading in his eyes. A plea for help. I couldn't leave him out in the cold, dressed like that! I try not to even meet any of my neighbors, I don't need their problems. I went over to him, and squatting down in front of him, I asked, "Are you planning on staying out here all night?" He shook his head no, before replying, "As long as they don't see me, they'll quit fighting in a while. Then they will make up, go to bed, and fuck the daylights out of each other. Once they turn out the lights and start fucking, I can sneak back in and everything will be OK." "Well, you can't stay out here in the cold. Come on in, and get warm." I raised up, and he was still in a little ball. I reached out my hand to help him up, and he took a moment before he accepted it. He grunted as he rose, "I guess I stayed too long like that." I helped him into the apartment, and got my first good look at him. He is about 5 feet 9 inches tall, with a mop of unruly blond hair. I took him to be about 14 or 15. He had one of those cherub faces. A face like you see painted in the old churches. He was too pretty to be a boy. His young body was still shivering, and I couldn't help but notice how well he was put together. I just knew he was one of those boys any girl would spread her legs for. I sat him down on the loveseat, as I went to the kitchen and got him a cup of hot coffee. I asked if he wanted cream and sugar, but he just shook his head no. I handed him the cup of coffee, and he cupped his hands around it. He tried to absorb the warmth into his hands, as he sipped. He held the cup up to his face, and ran the warm outside over his cheeks. I got a blanket out, and he wrapped himself in it. "My names Mike." I told him. He nodded at me and said, "I'm Ryan. Thanks for letting me get warm. I wish they would hurry up and start cussing about me. That's when they are close to making up. I need a long hot shower to really get warm." "You can go use my shower, if you want." I offered. Ryan stuck his ear to the wall, before replying, "If you really don't mind. They're going to be at it a while yet, and it's the only way I can get warm when my bones get this chilled." "There are clean towels under the sink. This side is the same as the one you have, so you know where the shower is." Ryan was stripping off his thin tee shirt, as he headed for the bathroom. He called "Thanks." over his shoulder, as he headed down the hall. I couldn't help but notice his creamy white skin, as his shirt came off. His skin was almost the color of alabaster. His shoulders were more muscled and better defined then I had expected. I couldn't help but notice the bruises on his back. He was dropping his jeans, and I got enough of a peek at his smooth rounded butt, as he disappeared into the bathroom, to know he didn't have any underwear on. He was in the shower a good 30 minutes, which gave me enough time to start kicking myself. What was I getting into? I don't need to get involved in the neighbor's problems. What did Ryan mean about them cussing about him? Hell, he's not the first kid in the neighborhood that their parents didn't want, and he sure as hell isn't the first to get a beating. I can't let myself get too involved. It will only cause me pain. Everyone leaves. Don't open your heart to this kid, Mike. You can't do anything for him. The laws won't let you protect him. You'll just get in trouble. It's his problem, Mike. He'll just have to work it out the best he can. Ryan came back into the living room, and was wearing only his jeans. He sat down on the loveseat, as he told me, "Thanks, Mike. I really needed that. It seems it's the only way I can get warm." He cocked his ear at the wall before continuing, "They're still at it. Do you mind if I stay here a while longer?" What could I tell him? No, go sit back out on that cold front porch? That's what I wanted to say. I didn't need him intruding on my space. Instead, I just told him, "I don't mind, Ryan. You're welcome to stay as long as you need to." I asked Ryan if he was hungry, and told him I could find a peanut butter and jelly sandwich if he wanted one. He accepted, so we went to the kitchen and got him a sandwich and glass of milk. I asked if he would like to watch some TV, and he said he would like that. We went to what I call my TV room, and he took the loveseat, as I took the chair at the computer. The apartment having small rooms, I have nothing but loveseats. I don't have a full size couch, and I rarely have company, so I don't really have a need for one. Ryan found a re-run of Walker Texas Ranger, and we started watching it. He was soon curled up in a fetal position, and sound asleep. I got a blanket, and spread it over him. I turned off the TV, switched off the light, and went back to the kitchen for some more coffee. As I passed through the living room, I heard the man screaming, "... that lazy good for nothing brat of yours...". I could only assume they were now on Ryan, and would soon quiet down, if what he had told me was right. I got my coffee, and turned off the lights, as I headed for my bedroom. I got the Tom Clancy book I was reading, and undressed down to my briefs, got under the covers, and settled down to read. I had only read about half a chapter, when I heard this awful scream. I jumped up, and rushed to the TV room. I flipped on the light, and Ryan was laying there shivering, with a terrorized look on his face. I rushed over to him, and hugged him in my arms. His arms went around me, and he hugged me tight against him. I could feel his wet tears against my naked chest. "It's OK, Ryan. Your safe. Nothing is going to hurt you here." "I've got to grow up and stop being a kid" he informed me. "I'm 16 years-old now. I just woke up, and didn't know where I was, I couldn't straighten out my legs, and I got scared. I guess I thought they had put me in a box." I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to ask him if they had ever done that to him. All I did was tell him, "Shhhh, it's ok", as I petted the back of his head. His trembling finally stopped, and as he sniffled, and dried his eyes, he asked, "has it got quiet over there yet?" I nodded an affirmative, and he replied, "I guess I better go. I'll get skinned in the morning, if I'm not asleep on the couch when one of them gets up. Thanks for everything, Mike." He slipped his tee shirt on, and as he headed for the door, I couldn't stop myself from telling him, "Ryan, you can come over anytime you need a place to stay." He rushed back to me, and grabbed me in a hard hug. "Thanks, Mike." he told me before he released me and headed home. I didn't see Ryan for a week after that, but I often heard either his mother or his father yelling, "Ryan! Get your butt in here!" Or, "Ryan! Can't you do any fucking thing without screwing it up?" Friday night came, and I went home expecting to hear a fight at Ryan's apartment again that night. Ryan was coming up the walk, as I was unlocking my door. "Hi, Mike." he called. "How's it going Ryan?" I asked. "Just great!" he answered. "I've got the apartment all to myself this weekend. They all went to see my step-dad's mother, and since they don't like for me to go, I get to stay here by myself." Well, that statement got my curiosity up. I had to ask, "Why don't they want you to go?" "She's not my grandmother, and she hates to be reminded that her precious little boy married someone that had a kid already. I was almost a year old when they got married." Well, one question leads to another, doesn't it? "Do you see your grandparents?" I asked. Ryan looked very embarrassed as he told me, "Na. Mom is an orphan, and she doesn't know who my father was. She was working as a stripper before I was born. She had to give it up, because having me ruined her figure." "Ryan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry into your family business." "It's OK, Mike. I need to talk to someone about it. I keep it all bottled up inside, and sometimes I feel like I'm going to explode. If you don't mind me talking to you, I feel like I can trust you. I've never been able to talk to anyone else about it." What could I say? No? I don't need this! "Sure Ryan, you can talk to me." Ryan didn't even wait for an invitation, he just followed me into my apartment, talking a mile a minute. He wasn't really saying anything, just talking. He seemed to need someone that would just listen to what he had to say. He talked about school, and where they had lived before. He jumped from one subject to the next, without pause. He did let slip, that his sisters were "their kids" and got all the love and attention. Once he realized what he had said, he went on to explain, "I love my sisters and it's not their fault." I fixed us some supper, and Ryan kept chattering away, as I cooked, then as we ate. It seemed as if he was trying to get years of talking out, all in one evening. Once we had finished eating, he jumped up and said he would wash the dishes. I told him where to find everything, and sit listening to him talk as he cleaned up. He was gabbing away, when he dropped a glass. It hit the floor and shattered. Before I realized what was happening, Ryan was squatted down against the cabinet, and looked as if he was trying to melt into it, to become part of the wood. His arms were folded over his head, as if to protect it. He was sobbing, and his shoulders were heaving, as he cried out, "It was a accident! I didn't mean to break it! Please! Don't beat me! Please!" My heart broke. I knew it was too late for me, I was involved. I knelt down beside him, and he flinched as I gently lay my arm across his shoulders. "Ryan, it's OK buddy. It's just a glass. I've got plenty, and no one is ever going to beat you in this apartment." He spun around, and grabbed me in a furious hug. We had to raise to our knees, as he forced as much of his body against me as he could. Ryan held me in a death grip, as he sobbed his tears on my shoulder. I don't know how long we knelt there among the glass shards. It may have been 10 minutes, or it could have been a half hour. I don't know. I just know I needed to hug Ryan as bad as he needed to hug me. The ache in my knees finally forced me to get up. I lifted Ryan, as I rose. His young firm body was still pressed tight against me. Ryan placed his hand behind my head, and pulled me down to him. He kissed my cheek before telling me, "I love you Mike. You're the only real friend I've ever had." I didn't know what to say. I've only spent a few hours with him. How could I be his friend? He doesn't know anything about me. But he kissed me. I couldn't even remember the last time someone had kissed me. It must have been my mother before she died. All I could think of to say was, "Thank you Ryan." We watched a little TV, then Ryan asked, "Can I use your computer? I use the one at the library a lot, and I know how." "Sure. If you want to. I have unlimited Internet access so it doesn't matter how long you stay on." "Kewl!" he exclaimed. I watched for a while, as he roamed from one site to another. After a while, I got up, got my book, and read a few chapters. It was getting late, when Ryan signed off and shut down the computer. "I guess I better get going." he informed me. I just nodded, as I finished the paragraph in my book. Ryan was still sitting there, just looking at me. I put my book down, and looked up. "Can I stay here with you?" Ryan asked as his eyes pleaded with me. "This morning, getting to be home alone sounded real good. Now, it sounds lonely." What could I say? NO. Go home to that empty apartment where you are unloved, unwanted, and mistreated? "Sure you can stay here if you want to Ryan. But, you know I only have one bed." I told him. "I don't mind sleeping with you. I don't get to sleep in a real bed very often. I always get the couch in the livingroom." Ryan all but skipped into the bedroom. He asked which side of the bed he got, and I just pointed. He was out of his tee shirt and taking off his shoes in nothing flat. His pants were coming off, and at least he was wearing briefs. He stood up and stretched. I'm not into guys, but damn he looked good. I don't think he realizes how beautiful he really is. The perfect form of his body was shown off in it's best detail as he reached his arms towards the ceiling. My eyes were drawn to his perfect bubble butt, and I felt a slight stirring in my cock. I knew I would soon have to find me a date to buy. I finished undressing as Ryan bent over and touched his toes. Damn, I had a hard time not getting hard as he stuck out his butt. I flipped off the light as Ryan slipped under the covers. I joined him as I slid into bed. Ryan was laying as far away as he could in my double bed, and I was hugging the edge of my side. I soon heard his deep breathing of sleep, and was able to relax and drift off to sleep myself. I don't know how long we had been asleep, or what time it was when I woke. Ryan and I were laying face to face, in a tight hug. We were both humping against the other, and I felt his hard cock pushing against my own. The cloth covering my sensitive dick was rubbing and scratching. I didn't care. I needed his hot body. I didn't care he was a guy. I didn't care he was just a boy. I needed him. I felt him tense, then squeeze me tight. We were both moaning, as my cum exploded to fill my briefs. Without a word, we broke apart and I slipped off my cum flooded underwear. As soon as Ryan realized what I was doing, he removed his and dropped them to the side of the bed. He was back in my arms, as we once again relaxed and drifted back to sleep. 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