Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2007 19:35:41 -0500
From: booboobear@hush.com
Subject: Summer of Ryan 2

This story contains consensual sexual acts between adult males and minor
boys.  If this offends you, or would get you in trouble reading it, you
know what to do.  This is written in a world with no STD's, so act
appropriately in the real world.  It is complete fiction, period.  Any
comments will be responded to appropriately.  Enjoy and let me know if you
want more.  booboobear@hush.com

If you celebrate Thanksgiving, I'm thankful that we have imaginations and
are free to share those with each other.  Peace and love to all.

Summer of Ryan

Chapter 2

I woke up to find the precious little bundle scrunched up close to me.  I
looked over at the clock and saw we still had about a half hour before the
melodious buzzing would sound the start of the new day.  I put my arm over
the arm he had draped across my chest and rubbed the soft down on his
forearm.  His head was nuzzled in my armpit and I smelled his hair.  The
fresh boy-smell was intoxicating.  I gently stroked his back with my other
arm, feeling the silky smoothness of his tender skin.  When I did this he
gave on of those sleep filled soft moans that said he enjoyed the feeling.

We lay like this for the time we had until my body told me it was time to
take care of my morning fullness.  I gently crawled out of bed, switched
off the clock and headed to the bathroom to take care of business.  While I
was filling up the bowl I saw a sleepy eyed figure shuffle towards me.
Ryan leaned into me and I put my free arm around his shoulder.

"Good morning, sunshine," I said to the little cherub next to me.  "Mornin'
Mr. Ken" came back to me in a sleepy voice.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked him as he let loose his morning stream.  "I had
a real good night, how 'bout you?" he said looking up to me.

"It was one of the best nights sleep I've had in a long time.  Waking up
next to you was even better."  Ryan's response was a hug with his free arm.
"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked while I washed the morning from
my face.  "Whatever you want.  I like the same cereal you so let's just
have cereal."

Oh I have an assortment that most kids would die for.  The more sugar the
better.  Not really, but I do have a penchant for the honey oats and
frosted rice cereals along with the ocasional granola's for good measure.
Ryan liked my choices because we would snack on cereal sometimes.  I never
had to worry about them not being fresh.  Since I liked variety, I always
had at least three kinds of cereal available.  When I opened a new box I
would use an empty fruit juice bottle to store the leftovers.  Free
airtight containers, nothing wrong with that.

"Go ahead and get ready for school, I'll get breakfast started."  "O.K.
I'll be ready shortly," came the reply from my little beauty.

I had no sooner got the coffee on and set the table when Ryan came bounding
into the kitchen ready for school.  Oh to be young and have an abundance of
energy from sunup to sundown.  While I fixed my coffee Ryan opened the
pantry and took out a couple of containers that he wanted.  He proceeded to
pour up a bowl for each of us, knowing I trusted his judgment, and we both
sat down to breakfast.  Making small talk over breakfast we enjoyed our
morning.  Ryan looked at the clock on the stove and checked his watch.

"Time to catch my bus."  "Is it 7:45 already?" I asked.  "Not yet," he
replied, "I kinda like to get to the stop a little early and hangout with
some of my friends."

 I knew when his bus came from the few times I left early enough to see the
kids at the stop.  Every time I always saw Ryan in a good mood, with a
smile on his face, talking animatedly with his friends.

While Ryan went to brush his teeth I poured myself another cup of coffee
and sat back down at the table to finish it.  Ryan came back into the
kitchen and gave me a quick peck on the lips and said, "See you when I get
home."  I was used to seeing him come to my house after school, but never
had he said goodbye in the morning.  The warmth that enveloped me was more
comforting to me that most of the meds I needed to take to keep going.  I
thought I was going to head back to bed for a little more shuteye but I was
in too good a mood for that to happen.  I wanted to relish in the feelings
I was having at that moment.

I decided to start my day early and went to the grocery store to stock up
for a growing boy.  I did the required multi-aisle shuffle and picked up
enough food and a few special snacks that I normally didn't serve Ryan.
Thinking that he might take a little getting used to not seeing his mom
every day I decided a little spoiling would be in order.  Nothing
extravagant, just extra sweet.

When I pulled up in the driveway I saw the package left on the back step.
It should be the last parts for the IROC I ordered, relocating the lower
rear control arms for better grip.  What I thought was going to be a light
package turned out to be rather hefty.  Second thought told me that if
you're adding another part as stressed as a control arm bracket, it better
have some muscle to handle that stress.  Examining the package contents
told me that Ryan and I had a job to do this afternoon.

It was time for lunch and even though I had been a little more active than
I usually am, I wasn't as hungry.  I guess when you're contented on the
inside it takes little else at times to satisfy you.  After some soup I
climbed in my recliner to take my midday respite.

I guess my early rising took its toll on me and I didn't wake up until
after Ryan came in from school.  Since he became a regular I made sure he
knew where the spare key was so hem could let himself in if I was
indisposed.  He came over to the recliner and woke me gently with a kiss.
I opened my eyes to see Ryan on the arm of the chair leaning over me
wearing that smile I came to love.

"You having a bad day today?" he said with a look of concern.

"No, actually I'm having a good day, I guess I'm not used to getting up
this early."  Ryan smiled again and said, "I guess you're gonna have to go
to bed a little earlier, huh."  I looked at him and saw a little devilment
in his eyes.  "I guess so.  We finally got the brackets I need for the
Camaro so when you finish your homework we can get busy."  "Cool, I don't
have much today."

I didn't want to tell him that we were going to be welding because I didn't
want him distracted.  Ryan was fascinated with welding.  He breezed through
his homework and after we finished our snack I told Ryan to get ready to go
under the car.  He normally wore shorts and a tee shirt so I called out to
him, "Ryan, you need to put on jeans and a heavy shirt."

He spun around and his face lit up.  "All right," was all I heard as he
headed back towards his room making the affirmative elbow pump with his
fist in the air.  He knew what the prerequisite attire was for welding and
was ready to strike a spark.

I went to my room, and got undressed, walking to the washroom in my undies.
As I got there Ryan had already gotten dressed.  I assumed he had burns all
over himself from pulling his clothes on at light speed.

"Whoa, nice shorts," Ryan said as he spied my 'Hooters' boxers.  "Like
them?" I said.  "Yeah, they're pretty neat.  Can we go there sometime?"
"Sure thing.  Well plan on it for dinner one night." Hooters, there
something about former cheerleaders with boob jobs.  I like to see a firm
set still sitting high on chest and satin shorts riding high in the ass
crack.

"Cool, whenever you want to take me," he said with a glint in his eyes.  I
do enjoy an occasional visit to I got on my welding outfit and immediately
started sweating.  Oh well, the pains one must endure to shave off a few
tenths on the track.  We got the car on the lift, set the rear end
supports, did our measurements and broke out the pneumatics.  I can't
imagine the days when all there was were crescent wrenches.  I took off the
left side and let Ryan take off the right.  I wheeled over the welder and
set everything up.  Ryan watched intently as I tacked up both of the
brackets.  I handed him the welder and said, "Your turn."

He always watched intently, asking appropriate questions, never trying to
get in the way, always paying attention to my instructions.  He took the
gun in hand, lined everything up, flicked down his helmet and let-er-rip.
Ryan laid down a pretty good bead.  When we checked his weld I praised him
for such a good job.  He just beamed as I told him what a good job he did.
Naturally I didn't let him weld up the main seams but I let him weld enough
so that he felt he made a real contribution.

We got the brackets mounted and when they were cool we painted them black
like the rear end.  When they were dry we remounted the control arms.
After doing the required measurements we determined the rear end was square
again so we put the slicks back on and set her down.

"Is it time to circulate the oil?" Ryan asked.  That was my term for
starting the cars up and keeping the internal juices flowing.  "Sure thing"
I said, "Jump in, I need to lift the car up a little."

"Why to we need to do that?" he asked inquisitively.  Normally we let them
run on the ground.

"I want to run the transmission a little and you're gonna do it."  The look
I got was as if I told him he won a trip to the candy store for all he
wanted to eat!"

He jumped in and sat in the drivers seat.  I couldn't even see him from the
side; the sides of the aluminum racing seat were deep enough to hide him.
I adjusted the seat all the way up but he was still a tad too short to
fully depress the pedals.  I got a piece of stiff foam and placed it behind
him.  I had him try the pedals.  He was able to push the clutch in all the
way.  "Now when you let the clutch out it should take you about a second to
lift your foot off the floor and release the pedal."  Ryan verified my
instructions, "It should take me a second to let the pedal up, right?"  He
practiced a couple of times.  "When you change gears, you push the clutch
in, push or pull the shifter into the next gear, then let the clutch out
the same way." Ryan looked over at me to confirm he was paying attention,
"Yes sir."

"Lets try a dry run.  Clutch in.  First gear, clutch out.  Good.  Clutch
in, second gear, clutch out."  He followed my instructions and repeated
them as he performed his tasks.  We went through all the gears up to fifth,
and back down again to first, then neutral.  The short throw shifter made
it easy for Ryan to make his gear changes.  "Boy, I think you got it.
Ready?"  "Yes sir," he said, the grin returning.

"Make sure the car is in neutral."  Ryan pushed the shifter up to first,
centered it, pulled it into second, centered it, and finally wiggled it
right to left a couple of times.  "Shifter in neutral."

The grin was slowly turning into serious thought.  Ryan knew what he was
going to do was not playing around.  It was serious business.  Ryan
listened very carefully and followed my instructions to the letter.  He had
started the car before but from the outside while I sat in the drivers
seat.  I flipped the master switch through the right side window.

"All right, ignition switch on."  Ignition on."

"Fuel pump on."  "Fuel pump on, check."  He smiled when he said check.

"Fan on."  "Fan on, check."

"Pump the gas pedal one time."  "Gas pedal once."

"Fire her up."  Ryan flipped the starter toggle up for a second and when
the engine caught released the momentary switch.  The small block Chevy
roared into life.  Not much else can compare to a small block 427, one of
my splurges.  Ryan took in a deep breath and said "Oh yeah, Kool-Aid!"  I
looked over at him and he just grinned with that fabulous heart-melting
smile he was famous for.  "All right, let me know when the temperature hits
180 degrees, Mr. Kool-Aid."  A little chuckle escaped Ryan, "Check."

We let the engine idle for a few minutes when Ryan called out, "Engine at
180 degrees."

"O.K.  Now flip the engine fan on."  "Fan on, check."

I looked at Ryan and said, "Now it time to get to business."  A quick nod
of his head told me he was ready.  "First, put on the steering wheel so you
can hold it to steady yourself while you work the pedals.  Ryan took the
wheel off it's hook, checked the markings on the column and the wheel and
locked it into place.

"Gently rev the engine to 3000 rpm, let off, then 4000, then 5000."  Ryan
followed my instructions to the letter.  "All right now, clutch in."  He
pushed the clutch in all the way.  "Now shift into first."  Ryan made the
sign of the gate, double checking for himself the shift pattern, "First,
second, third, fourth, fifth."  He looked at me for affirmation and I gave
him the thumbs up.  He pulled the shifter over to himself and pushed it up
into first."

"Now take it up to 1000 rpm and slowly let the clutch out."  That process
completed, I instructed, "Take it up to 3000 rpm and shift it into second."
When he completed that task we tried third, fourth even fifth.  While in
fifth I had him take the engine to 5 grand, push the clutch in, and let off
the gas.  He complied perfectly.  "Now gently apply the brakes until you
feel the wheels stop."  He carefully applied pressure and brought the rear
tires to a complete halt.  "Now put it in neutral and kill the engine."  He
verified the shifter was in neutral and smacked the safety cover down to
kill the engine.  Before I could tell him he flipped off the fuel pump but
left the fan run.  He remembered that I let it run until the thermostat
shuts it down after the temp drops down to 180.

"Are we done now, how did I do?"  "You did perfect, little man.  I'll have
you behind the wheel before you know it."  Ryan just beamed as he sat
there, just taking it all in.

"Little buddy, do you know how fast you would have had those rear tires
going?"  Ryan looked at me and his eyes started to widen a little.  "How
fast?"  "You had the rear end rolling at 140 miles an hour."

"Holy crap.  I didn't have the pedal all the way down," he said looking at
the dash.  "The red line on the tach goes to 7500.  How fast have you had
it up to?"

At Sebring I had her up to 6500, which was about 180 on the back straight.
That was with my cousin's engine, the 750 horsepower one.  The one we have
now with 600 horses will take it up to about 170.  Speaking of which, I
need to send in my application for the next one there in November."  Ryan
looked at me with almost pleading eyes, "Do you think I could go with you
to the next one?"

"Honey, you are always welcome, but, with this situation with your mom,
we're gonna have to see what the right thing should be for you.  You're not
gonna see your Mom that much and I don't think we should make plans for the
little bit of times she gets to be with you."

"I didn't think about that, Mr. Ken.  You're right.  I know there'll be
more times to go racing with you."  "Oh absolutely."

While we were putting all the tools away, taking the car off of the lift
and checking the car over before putting it to bed, I noticed Ryan watching
me, but not in his usual demeanor.

"What's on your mind, honey?"  Ryan looked at me and said, "Usually by this
time Mom and I are fixin' dinner.  This is the first time that Mom really
isn't coming in late.  I just feel kinda, I don't know?"

"You're feeling homesick, baby.  It's natural.  Even though you have a
place to stay, and you know why your Mom's not coming home, you still have
that kind of 'Blah" feeling like something's missing, right?"  "Yeah,
Mr. Ken, you're right.  I know she's coming home on Friday, but it just
kinda hit me."

"That's exactly how it happens.  When you're doing things you normally do,
or maybe some extra stuff, you don't really think about changes in your
routine.  Now that we've stopped at a usual time, you're not going to go
into your usual routine and it finally hit you, you're not following the
normal routine"

"You're right Mr. Ken, I looked at my watch and the first thing I thought
about was going over to tell Mom I'll be home in a few minutes to help with
dinner.  That's when it hit me."

"So buddy, now you see why it's a good thing to keep up with as much of
your normal routine when there's a major change.  If you just sat around
when you got home today you would have probably started thinking this way
hours ago."

It was about 6:30 when we had put out the lights in the shop and went
inside.  "Honey, do you want to take your bath before or after supper?"
"Let's eat after we shower."  We undressed in the washroom where I would
normally take my showers so as not to drip sweat through the house.
"You're not dripping as much as me so you could use the hall bath." I said
to Ryan.

"OR, we could both use the laundry's shower and save some water," he came
back.

To my surprise he stripped down to his birthday suit putting everything in
the basket on the floor in front of the washer, taking a step back to wait
until I finished.  This late in the day had my lower back feeling the burn
a little more than usual.  Ryan knew how I felt after some physical
exertion but normally he would have gone over to his house by this time.
He saw how I was having a little difficulty taking my pants off of my feet
so he dropped to the floor and had me give him each leg so he could gently
slip my jeans and my socks off.  This made it easy for me to steady myself
with both hands.

After we were both stripped down Ryan stood up in front of me, wrapped his
arms around my belly and said he was so glad that I liked him and his mom
enough to be able to help them out.  "I know my mom is so happy that she
has someone she can count on.  Her last couple of boyfriends turned out to
be pretty crappy.  I'll tell you about them sometime if Mom doesn't.  First
things first.  We need to get a shower and I think I need to help you with
your back."

I looked into those sparkling blue eyes, "I think I'll take you up on your
offer.  Lets just use the shower here, it's big enough for the both of us."
I reached in and got the water going.  I kept this shower stocked since it
was easier for me to jump in here after outdoor chore sessions instead of
walking through the house drippin' sweat everywhere.

Ryan slid my boxers down, held them in front of himself and said, "I need
to get some of these.  The guys in gym class would freak when if saw me in
something like this."  He then gently ushered me under the water.  I
immediately turned the showerhead to pulse and aimed it right at my back.
After getting my hair wet and squirting some shampoo on my head I leaned
against the back of the stall and let the water pulse on my ache while I
washed my hair.  Ryan got behind me and proceeded to massage my lower back.
"Mr. Ken, which side hurts more today?"  I reached my left hand behind me
and outlined the area of most discomfort for now, highlighting the area
left of the L-3, 4 & 5 areas down to the middle of my sacrum.

Ryan shut the shower off, took some of the lather from my head and used it
to start massaging my afflicted area.  His hands were gently probing making
sure there was nothing he was going to hit that would make my legs give.
Determining that he could continue, he began to work on my 'bad spot' for
the day.  After I finished scrubbing my head Ryan flipped the shower back
on and I rinsed off.  Handing the bottle of body wash to Ryan, he squirted
some on his hands and began massaging my bad area again but in earnest.
His firm but gentle ministrations, along with the warm soothing water
helped to begin the process of dissipating the pain.  After a few minutes
Ryan asked, "How's it feeling now, Mr. Ken?"  "Much better, honey."

With that he proceeded to wash my entire back and then down my legs.  As he
was coming back up he reached around and did the fronts as well as the
backs.  I could feel my breath shorten and my gut tingle as he reached the
cleft behind me.  He proceeded to knead my cheeks, as well as he could,
with his small hands.  He concentrated his efforts now on my anal cleft
working his fingers up and down my crack.

I don't think I've ever given myself such a thorough cleansing back there.
Needless to say, there was an exodus of blood leaving external appendages
heading to a special place.  When that back area was complete, my boy
proceeded to reach around to the front instead of moving in front of me.
As he began washing my chest he pressed his little body up behind me.  I
felt his head rest between my shoulder blades and his little cock pressed
against my leg as he gently washed down my stomach. He brought his hands
back up my chest and worked over my pecs, zeroing in on my rigid nipples.
He slowly worked his way back down.  When he reached my pubic area he ran
his fingers through my pubic hair, twirling them in his fingers.  I was
completely hard at that point and Ryan worked his little fingers around my
shaft, slowly masturbating me with his left hand while he massaged my
aching ballsack with his right.  I could feel his erection against my leg
as he began a slow steady hump.

I leaned into the shower wall resting my head and shoulders on the cool
porcelain.  I reached both hands around my back and held onto Ryan's sides.
I was only able to reach behind far enough to feel the tops of his firm
globes as they recessed into the small of his back.  I massaged his back as
best I could in that position.  His gyrations against my leg had increased
as well as his ministrations on my now rock hard erection.  I erupted in an
intense orgasm and felt Ryan tense up as he came as well.

We rested like that for a few moments.  Ryan moved around to my front, his
hands making their way back up to my chest and gently guided me under the
water to rinse me off.  I leaned down and our lips met and we kissed
lightly, gently brushing our wet lips against each other's.  I held the
sides if his face and kissed him on his forehead and then we hugged while
the warm water cascaded over us.

I lathered up Ryan's head and gently scrubbed his hair.  Cupping his face
in my hands again I guided his head back under the warm flowing water and
rinsed all the foam from his head and face, tracing the delicate features
of his face while I rinsed him off.  While I was wiping the excess water
from his face he held both of my hands and stopped them so he could kiss my
thumbs as I glided them over his lips.

Squeezing a generous amount of body wash into my hands and proceeded to
wash my baby's little body.  I started at his chest and rubbed in the
smooth gel working over his shoulders and down his slender arms.  I knelt
down in front of Ryan, cupping his chest with both hands, my thumbs
massaging tight little pecs, concentrating my thumb tips on his dime size
nipples.  Proceeding down his small torso I felt the smooth outlines of his
taught young flesh while he placed his hands on my shoulders to steady
himself.  I glided my soapy hands over his tight tummy around back to his
firm little globes.  I joined my fingertips together and cleansed his anal
cleft, concentrating a little extra on his treasure hole.  Working down his
tight legs I cleaned every square inch of my little Angel.  Working my way
back up I spent a little extra time making sure his little cocklet, which
was hard once again, and balls were cleansed thoroughly.

We made sure all the soap was rinsed off each other.  I got out of the
shower first and dried the excess water off quickly.  I grabbed another
towel and wrapped it around Ryan absorbing most of his excess water.
Drying his golden hair off was easy, as he kept it in the new short style.
Making sure his hair was a dry as possible I gave him the towel to finish
up the fringes.  I went back to finish myself off and we both thought we
were done we looked at each other to make sure we didn't miss any remaining
water droplets.  I found a couple on his back while he cleared off the back
of my thighs.

"Mr. Ken, I enjoyed that shower.  I don't know about you but I'm getting a
little hungry."  I looked into those baby blues that could smile as much as
his mouth.

"Me too.  So what you gonna fix us for dinner?" I replied.

Ryan looked at me with a surprised look.  "You really want me to cook for
us?"

"Why not!"  I knew Ryan knew his way around the kitchen, his Mom's, because
he would help her out, but he never had the run of mine.  The three of us
talked about things like working a kitchen during our dinners and Ryan
seemed to take an interest in learning how to cook so I said, "Lets get
dressed and see what we can come up with."

We went to our rooms and put on some shorts and t-shirts and met up in the
kitchen.  Ryan looked in the fridge and asked, "How about some chicken?"

"That sounds good to me, I'll show you how to use a grill pan.  What do you
want for a vegetable?  Take a look in the freezer" I responded.  He popped
opened the freezer door, looked around and said, "Let's have broccoli and
those green peas in the sauce you make."

"Oh, you want me to give up my secret recipes now, don't you," I looked at
him with a false glare.

"How about I cook it then forget how I did it when I'm done," he came back
with a 'poor me' pouting look on his face.

"Sounds good to me.  Lets get started." I said which turned that frown
upside down.

We worked away, getting everything prepared and cooking.  The final step
was to make the butter sauce for the peas.  I told Ryan how to make the
roux and cook it to the perfect color, then finish off the sauce.  When
everything was ready we sat down to a very good meal.  Ryan was
particularly proud of his efforts and beamed throughout dinner.  We ate our
fill while Ryan and I talked about his day.

We cleaned up the table and finished the kitchen.  There wasn't much left
to clean in the kitchen as I showed Ryan how to clean up as he cooked.  We
loaded the remaining dishes in the dishwasher and let 'er rip.

I retired to my recliner and Ryan came back from his room with one of his
schoolbooks.  "Is this the last of your homework?" I asked him.

He showed me the book and said, "No sir, I want to get some reading done
before the teacher assigns it."  I never failed to be continually impressed
with this child.  "Good job," I replied, "it's better to stay on top of
things than to get behind."

I glanced at my watch; it was about a quarter past seven.  I knew Ryan's
Mom would be calling about 7:30 so I opened my book to read a couple of
chapters.  Soon the phone rang and I answered it without revealing who was
on the line.  After a few moments I called to Ryan, "Buddy, you've got a
call."

He jumped off the couch and with a big grin said, "It's Mom!"  He took the
phone and almost shouted at her, "Hey Mom, howzit going?  Are you guys
getting things fixed yet?"

As he continued his conversation I was planning on leaving him alone with
his Mom but he had other plans.  Ryan slowly spun around and slid over the
arm of the recliner to nestle himself in my lap.  I wrapped my left arm
around him and he held on to it while he talked to his Mom.  He had a good
conversation with her.  He had to tell her that he really did some welding
on the racecar.  He gave her the rundown of rest of his day and almost went
hyper when he told her that he had decided on and fixed dinner.  He put his
free hand to cup the receiver like he didn't want me to hear, "I learned
how to make the creamed peas but I don't want Mr. Ken to know that I
remember how to make them, so don't tell him I know."  They made some more
small talk and soon said their good-byes and Ryan handed the phone to me
saying, "Mom wants to talk to you for a sec."  As I was taking the phone he
mouthed the words, "You want me to go?"  I shook my head "No".

Sandy and I talked for a few minutes, asking me if I had any issues.  I
reassured her that Ryan was the perfect guest.  I couldn't tell you how
many times she thanked me.  She had to tell me that Ryan told her on more
than one occasion that Mr. Ken was more like family than just a neighbor.
I couldn't tell you how much pride I felt and I gave Ryan a little hug when
she said that.  He responded by hugging my arm back.

I hung up the phone and draped my right arm over Ryan.  He turned a quarter
turn to the right and hugged me.

"Mr. Ken, I'm really glad you're my neighbor.  Not because of the stuff you
let me do, you know the sexy stuff we do, but because all the other stuff.
Helping me with my homework, letting me help you with the cars and stuff.
You know those kinds of things."  He quickly pecked me on the cheek and
began to run his fingers through my arm hairs.

I stroked his hair and said, "You know Ryan, that's a two-part deal.
You're the kind of person that others enjoy being with and doing things
for.  If you were the kind of kid who thought the world revolves around
only him, then the only ones who would want to be around you would be those
like you."

'"I know what you mean," Ryan responded, "there are some kids at school who
are real dicks.  They think everyone should do what they want.  I know some
of them who talk real bad about their parents too.  How come parents let
their kids talk and act like that?"

"You know," I said, "A lot of parents nowadays don't want to take the time
or put forth the effort to actually raise their kids.  They feel like if
they ignore them, and give them money and stuff they won't be bothered by
them.  It's too much trouble for them to actually get involved in their
kids lives.  Needless to say, the kids end up doing what they want to.
That's why you see so many young people with no respect for others.  They
don't like having to do things people tell them to do"

Ryan lifted his head up and looked me in the eyes, "Yeah, like in school.
Some kids don't like having to do the schoolwork.  Why do they let them
stay in school, I don't get it.  Why don't they make them leave?"

I looked at my boy in the eyes, "Well that's another problem.  The way the
laws are today, the schools have to let them stay.  The teachers pass them
barely so they don't have to deal with them again."

Ryan just shook his head, "That's just messed up.  I like school and I like
learning stuff.  How would I know how to do stuff if you wouldn't tell me,
and I didn't listen, like the welding we did today."

"You're right there.  Some people just don't like to listen or be told what
to do.  They think they already know everything and every else can just
kiss their butt."  Ryan squeezed me and said, "Not me."

I rubbed his back with my left arm and said, "You're one of the special
ones, buddy.  I wouldn't trade you for a zillion dollars.  Know what I
mean?"  He shook his head in the affirmative.  "What you wanna do now baby?
Want to watch some TV?"

Ryan scooted up on me and drew his face close to mine.  "You know you were
a little tired today, maybe you should get to bed a little early tonight.
What do you think?"

I looked into his sparkling eyes and said, "You know, you've got a point
there.  I think I'll turn in a little early."  Ryan gave me a quick peck,
slid off my lap and stood in front of me with his arms stretched out to
help me out of the chair.

"Thank you my good man," I said as we worked together to get me to my feet.

"Any time," he replied with a big smile.

We went to our respective bathrooms to prep for our evening respite.  I
turned down my covers, pulled off my shirt and shorts and climbed into bed,
plumping my pillows up to read a little.  I started to reach for my book
when I heard footsteps coming towards my room.

"I came to tuck you in," Ryan said standing at the edge of my bed.  I
looked at him standing there in just his night t-shirt, the shorts were
gone.  I didn't say anything to him, looking into those deep, soft eyes, I
flicked my head inviting him in and he pulled up the covers diving in
between them in one quick move.  He worked his way to my right side and
drew his right arm over my chest, nuzzling his head on my right shoulder.
He started circling my left nipple with his fingers and slid down to kiss
my right one.  I drew my right arm up and down his back, working it under
his shirt, pulling it up his back, relishing in the warmth from his young
tight body as he pressed it against mine.  As he lavished attention on my
nipple with his tongue he moved his right hand down to my rock hard
erection and started to massage my manhood, his young fingers caressing me
in the most sensual way.

He slid his head up tongue bathing me as he slid closer to my face.  His
mouth found mine and he gently brushed his lips across mine.  I stuck my
tongue between my lips while he traced the outline of his lips across it.
Our tongues met and danced in and out of each other's mouths, our lips
barely touching.

I brought both of my hands to Ryan's tender back, sliding my hands down his
soft skin, noting the gentle curves of his small muscles that lead to the
centerline of his spine and examined the small prominences of his spine
just above his waist.  Continuing my caresses to his anal cleft, down to
his tender, firm globes, I took one in each hand and squeezed lightly,
kneading them with a gentle firmness.  I massaged them tenderly bringing my
fingertips up and down the center, joining my middle fingers at his little
pucker.  I worked his tender little hole with both middle fingertips,
prepping and stretching it gently getting both fingertips in enough to feel
where the moist membrane started. I aided his anal stimulation by
alternately dipping my fingers on my tongue to get a little natural lube.
Ryan moaned with pleasure while pressing his little manhood into my belly,
stimulating it with each stroke while I worked the entrance to his core,
never letting his massage of my cock slow down.

He pulled his head off mine, looked me in the eyes and softly said, "Scoot
down please, I want to try something new.  Can I?"

"Anything you want baby," I sighed as I scooted down pulling his t-shirt
off in one motion.  Now there was nothing between us to hamper full,
complete contact.

Ryan turned around straddling my sides with his knees putting his cute
little butt in my face and kissed the tip of my cock sending chills down my
spine.  He licked around the head, taking in all the pre cum that was
leaking out.  The next thing I felt was the overwhelming warmth of his
mouth engulfing the end of my cock, the moist hotness made my whole body
shiver.  He slowly began taking me in and out of his mouth, the feeling was
wonderful, an incredible hot wetness.  His hands were on the base of my
cock pulling my balls down tightening my skin, massaging my love eggs,
making the sensation even more incredible than it already was.

I looked up and couldn't reach his little member but I had access to his
treasure hole.  I put my hands on the outside of his cheeks and spread them
completely to give my tongue full access around the outside of his anus,
circling it, dancing over the pink little pucker, working saliva to the end
of my tongue.  As I filled his little opening with my spittle I worked my
tongue all around the entrance, savoring the sweet taste and smell of boy,
it was intoxicating.  I drew in a deep breath drinking in the aroma of boy.
It was the most wonderful feelings my senses had ever experienced.

As I became more forceful with my intrusion into his anal ring it quivered
and contracted against the pressure applied to it.  I continued to massage
his tight little anus, loosening it enough so that I was soon able to push
my tongue into his little opening.  I could hear my baby moaning with
delight as I pressed my tongue as far as it would go into him.

Ryan was working his right hand non-stop on my engorged manhood and I could
feel my own orgasm building deep within my loins.  The pleasure response
was building pressure in my groin and I pulled my face off of my little
lover.

"Baby, I'm about to cum," I panted.  He pulled his head off for only a
moment saying, "Go ahead," immediately regaining his previous stoke cycle.

It took only a few more strokes before I was at the point of no return;
bucking my hips I filled his young mouth with my seed.  I pumped six or
seven times into my young lovers mouth and he swallowed every drop.  He
slowly pulled his head off of me maintaining suction making sure not to
lose a single drop, much like you would a Tootsie-Pop.

As I lay there recovering from an extremely intense orgasm, Ryan turned
around and headed towards my face.  Our lips locked and we exchanged the
remainder of my seed while our tongues danced about.

I rolled Ryan over onto his back and proceeded to kiss and tongue bathe him
down to his hard three inch long, one inch thick member.  It was perfectly
proportioned and circumcised, with its pink head winking at me, a perfect
complement to those pecan sized testis which adorned the velvety pouch they
were contained within.  I stopped to admire his almost statuesque physique.
I admired his general beauty and became emotional, tears forming in the
corners of my eyes.

I took him in my mouth and he shuddered.  I danced my tongue over and
around his cocklet and little balls applying gentle pressure and constant
suction with my tongue.  He tasted as delicious from the front as he did
from the back, he was incredible.  I alternated between his hard little
cocklet and his smooth little ballsack, sometimes taking his entire package
for taste tests.

I ran my hands down the outside of his legs and brought them back up on the
inside, continuing this several times slowly inching his legs outward.
When his knees were about my shoulders width I reached my left hand down
between his legs and felt for his little treasure hole.  It was still a
little moist so I massaged the opening and slowly inserted my middle finger
to the first knuckle.  It wasn't as slick as I wanted it to be, I wanted
this to be as pleasurable to Ryan as it could be, so I opted to add some
extra lube.

I pulled off him for a brief moment and leaned over to the nightstand.  He
opened his eyes and looked up.  I just looked into his eyes, without saying
a word, telling him to hold on just a moment.  I retrieved the lotion and
applied some to my left middle finger.  Ryan stretched his legs wide open
giving me easier access to his little love hole.  I massaged the lube
around the entrance to his body and slowly slid my finger about halfway in
savoring the natural pressure on my finger.

Ryan moaned and said "That's sooo gooood Mr. Ken. Yeah, oh yeah."

I resumed my position on his little manhood while gently entering his
little bottom.  The warmth of his tight little chute felt wonderful while I
probed him digitally.  I felt his little prostate concentrating my efforts
on it.  I set up a rhythm and matched it with my mouth.  We continued for
several minutes while I worked the full length of my finger inside my baby.

"Mr. Ken, put another finger in me, please?"  Ryan said between breaths.

"You sure baby?" I asked.

"Yeah, I want to try it."

Without interrupting the pleasure I was giving his little cock I pulled my
finger almost all the way out and lined up both the first and middle
fingers.  I eased the tips inside my little lover.  Feeling a little
resistance, I stopped my insertion and massaged his opening, slowly
twisting my fingertips around, while continuing my work on his little
cocklet.  I pulled out and applied a little more lotion around his entrance
and resumed my fingertip exploration.  I felt his anus relax as he pressed
out and tense up as he worked his sphincter muscle and slowly worked my
fingers in more and more with his contractions.

Ryan pulled his legs all the way up giving me full access to his beautiful
bottom.  I was about halfway in at this point so I slowly started an in and
out motion, gradually increasing my depth, feeling the warm softness of his
young bowels.  After several minutes I had almost the entire length of my
fingers in Ryan making contact with his tender prostate again.

I felt my little angel put his legs back down and grab my head as he
started to slowly pump into my mouth. His speed and intensity increased and
after a few moments I felt his little cock stiffen, as did his entire body,
knowing that I was bringing him to the brink of orgasm.  His little manhood
sputtered four spasms of thin liquid in my mouth while he cried out "Oh
God, ungh, uunnngh, uuunnnnnngh, Go-oooooooddd."  I felt his little
prostate pulse against my finger and the warm moistness enter my mouth from
the head of his little cock.  My baby had his first wet orgasm.  Slowly his
body relaxed as he came down from this explosion.

I held him in my mouth for as long as he could stand.  He pulled on my head
indicating it was time for me to release my love grip on him.  Ryan reached
down behind himself with his right hand and held my left hand in place, not
wanting me to uncouple with him.  He rolled on his left side swinging his
right leg over my arm drawing his knees up.  I kept my fingers in him as I
scooted up to face him.  "Mr. Ken, that was the best ever."

"Little man, I believe you had your first wet cum.  It'll only get better."
With that he reached around my neck and planted a hard kiss on me, keeping
me in his embrace for a few moments.  We laid there looking into each
others eyes, our foreheads touching, exchanging kisses for several minutes.
He reached back down with his right hand and slowly guided my fingers from
within him, pulled my hand to his mouth and kissed the digits that were
inside him.  He straightened his legs and pulled himself as close to me as
possible snuggling his head on my right shoulder, our bodies trying to
become one.  I gently stroked down his back to his tender globes,
alternating between cupping them, squeezing them lightly and massaging
those beautiful orbs, reveling in feeling of the soft, supple skin of an
almost 12 year old boy.  If this was heaven, I was ready to go then and
there.

I reached over and pulled the covers on us with my left arm.  Not wanting
to disturb my little lover I left the lamp on the nightstand lit.  Ryan's
breathing became slow and deep, with the occasional cleansing breath,
telling me he was entering dreamland.  I looked at him, smelled his clean
hair, kissed him on the top of his head and wondered what it was he was
dreaming about.  Very shortly I joined him in blissful slumber.

End of Chapter 2