Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2006 10:07:37 +0000
From: The Princess <princessofdisguise@googlemail.com>
Subject: Christopher and Ryan 1

Disclaimer: This story concerns mainly homosexual men and their lives,
relationships and sexual activities.  It was inspired only by my visions
and invention. This tale is entirely fictional.  If there are any
similarities to actual people, places or events, it is purely coincidental.

If you are under 18 well done finding it! If reading this story would be
illegal for you in your area please leave. If you don't like stories about
gay men what the hell are you doing here? Please read on and enjoy.


*Christopher*


I can't believe I'm finally going to New York, it's always been a dream of
mine, I'm so glad my parents are letting me go and stay with my Aunt and
Uncle.  Oh, I almost forgot, some background on me. My name's Christopher
Brian Dyer, everyone calls me CB though my closest friends call me Chris.
I'm 6 ft with dark eyes and dark hair. I have olive skin that tans really
easily.  People tell me I have a great body - I work out a lot. I guess I'm
quite cute, the girls seem to think so but I'm not really interested in
them. You see I think I'm gay but I haven't ever done anything with a guy.
The boys at my strait laced, single sex private school would have killed me
if they'd found out, luckily I've just finished there, one summer of
freedom before I'm off to Oxford University. I can't wait for uni, finally
allowed to do what I want without my parents looking over my shoulder all
the time. Now, don't get my wrong, I love my parents and all but they're
very annoying sometimes!


*Ryan*


Oh man, my mother just told me that the Dyers have called and asked me to
look after some nephew of theirs that's coming over from England for the
Summer. I bet it's some loser, I have better things to do this summer than
baby-sit some random English guy. Oh, hey. I'm Ryan Joshua Heron, Ryan to my
friends. Am I good looking? I suppose so, at least that's what I've been
told! I have blue eyes and blonde hair. I love exercise, especially swimming
and I have a classic swimmer's body. Not that I've been doing much swimming
recently. I'm 5"10 which is about average I guess. I'm quite pale but
vaguely tanned at the moment. I'm hoping to go to NYU next term. I'm not
working this summer for the first time in ages. I guess my family is pretty
rich but my dad believes in making his kids work so they learn the value of
money, I'm being allowed this summer as a rest though! I'd better get going,
I'm meant to be meeting this loser at JFK.



*Christopher*



I'm here!!! I can't believe it. I'm in New York, the coolest city in the
world. It's taking ages to get through customs, I want to see Lyn and
Michael. I have so many things I want to do this summer, most of all I want
to have some new experiences and just, this sounds so cheesy, find myself.
Oh my God, there they are! Who is that guy with them? He's so gorgeous, no,
must not think like that, there's not a chance he'd be gay. I'm just not
lucky enough! Plus he looks too manly. I hope he's nice though, it'd be good
if he became a mate, I could do with one this summer.

'Hi Michael, Hi Lyn.'

Wow, I'd forgotten how hard these people could hug!

'We're so glad you're finally here Chris. We've been longing for you to
arrive!'

'Me too, Michael. You know I've always wanted to visit the Big Apple!'

'Chris, this is Ryan, we asked him to look after you this summer.'

I can't believe they did that. This guy probably thinks I'm some loser who
can't take care of himself. I like his name, it suits him.

'Hey Ryan, I'm CB.'

'Hey, cool name, what's it stand for?

'Christopher Brian - not that interesting I'm afraid. My good friends call
me Chris, I hope you will some day. I love your name though.'

I can't believe I said that, it makes me sound so geeky.


*Ryan*



God, he's fucking gorgeous. He looked so embarrassed when his aunt and uncle
said that they'd asked me to look after him. Poor dude. I wonder if he meant
anything when he said that he hoped I'd call him Chris some day. Nah, I'm
just reading into things again. There is no way a guy that hot could be gay
too. Oh well, hopefully we can be friends, that'll do for now.

'Thanks man. So, you have a couple of options for now. You can come with me
on a tour of NY, go have a rest or hang out with Lyn and Michael.'

'Umm I guess I should spend some time with Lyn and Michael.'

'Don't be so silly Chris, you go and have some fun with Ryan, we have the
entire summer to catch up. Ryan, before I forget would you like to join us
for dinner tonight. Then you two can go out after that as well if you want.'

'Thanks Lyn, I'll see you later, love you!'

'Don't you love me anymore Chris? Maybe Ryan can introduce you to a nice
girl tonight!'

'Of course I love you Michael. Bye.'

I knew there was no way he could be gay.

'So where we going first Ryan?'

'First step - take a cab to Manhattan! I'll show you some places I know over
there.'

'Cool, let's get going then.'

'You tryin' to copy my accent now CB?'

'No fuckin' way man, think I wanna sound as thick as you!.'

If anyone else said something like that I'd beat them to death but you can
just tell he's joking. His eyes are really intense but they sparkle so much.


*Christopher*



I hope I didn't push to hard with that joke, he seemed to take it well. He
seems nice. I hope we get to be mates. He's so cute. You wouldn't call him
fit or hot. He looks like he likes exercise, maybe a swimmer. There's
something sad in his eyes, like he's been through something and it's left a
permanent mark on him.

'I was thinking, why don't we do the tourist stuff some other time and just
chill for now, I mean you must be shattered.'

'Sounds good, though I don't feel shattered, the adrenaline from finally
being here is keeping me going! So what kinda thing you thinking of us
doing?'

'I'm thinkin' maybe getting a drink, kicking back in Central Park or Madison
Square, depending on what we feel like. Maybe going to Tyne Square. That
sorta thing.'

'Sounds good. Lets get some food first! I'm starving!'

'Hey, we're almost there.'

'Where are we?'

'Fifth Avenue, in between 23rd and 24th street. We're 2 blocks away from my
and your aunt and uncle's apartment block. That's on 7th Avenue, on the
corner of 23rd.'

'This is central Manhattan then, right?'

'Yeah! About as central as you can get!'

'Cool, I still can't believe I'm here!'

'It must be a rush, my dream is to go to London.'

'Maybe you could come and visit me there sometime.'

'I'd like that! Why don't we get a hotdog and go to Madison Square garden
and talk?'

He seems like such a nice guy. I hope we get to know each other well. He's
so cute, I just want to get to know him.


*Ryan*



He's so lovely, we've been talking for 3 hours and I've told him stuff that
no one else knows. Though I still haven't told him a fairly basic fact,
quite a few people know about my sexuality but most guys that look like him
think that it's disgusting to be that way inclined. Usually I'm really
closed but there's something about CB that makes me open up to him. He looks
really big and strong but he's really sweet. He also seems to treat people
with respect. Guys like him normally just talk about their exploits with
girls and try to make themselves sound macho. He's hasn't and that's really
nice.


*Christopher*



I love Ryan!! He's so much fun. He's also really sensitive, he seems to be
opening up to me a bit. I still want to know why he looks so sad though, I
just want to take him in my arms and hug and kiss him until that look goes.



*Ryan*

* *

'Ryan, can I ask you something?'

'Sure, can't promise I'll know the answer though!'

'I was just wondering why you wore all those bracelets up your arms, I think
they look really cool but I was just curious about why you wore them so far
up, I'd think that would get uncomfortable.'

Damn it, he noticed. Most people never ask why I wear them, I only really do
it in the summer. In the winter I hide in long sleeves. One of the reasons I
haven't been swimming as much recently.



*Christopher*

* *

He looks scared now, worried, as if he's thinking about whether to answer me
or not.

'You don't have to tell me if you don't want to Ry, don't worry about it.'

He's looking down now, His deep blue eyes hidden by his long lashes, gnawing
his bottom lip.

Slowly he starts to take his bracelets off, one by one, keeping his arms
tucked right down between his legs, moving them behind his back so I can't
see yet.



*Ryan*

* *

Shit, I can't think properly, I don't know quite why I'm showing him, I
can't speak, my tongue is frozen, stuck to the top of my mouth while I bite
away, catching the skin of my lips in my teeth and pulling.

They're all off now, I guess I should show him now.



*Christopher*

* *

Slowly he brings his arms forward and rests them half on his leg, half on
mine. I look down at them in shock. His body looks so smooth and untouched
that I didn't expect this, all across his smooth pale skin. Scars. Lots of
scars, all of varying age, some new cuts, some old and fading, Jagged red
lines against his smooth skin.

No wonder he looks so wounded inside, he must have been through some bad
stuff to resort to this.

He still looks so scared, maybe nervous of my reaction.



*Ryan*

* *

Will he still like me? That's the only line running through my head,
spinning repeatedly, flashing up on a big digital notice board, red on
black.

He's looking down at them, confusion in his eyes. He's taking my arm closer
to it, what's he going to do. Slowly his fingers reach out to my skin and
slowly skim down, each scar being caressed and accepted. He reaches for my
other arm and does the same for that. He looks up at me as if asking
permission to continue.



*Christopher*

* *

I hope he didn't mind that, it was the only thing I could do, show him I
didn't care, that they were part of him. He still looks petrified but isn't
asking me to stop, do I dare to go a little further?



*Ryan*

* *

What's he doing, he's lifted my right arm up slightly and is bending down,
bringing his face close to them.

Oh       My       God

He's kissing them. Each touch feathery and light, on each scar, not leaving
one out. I've read about people doing that, they always talk about it as if
it so clichéd and maybe it is. But if feels so good, and so genuine. As if
he really doesn't care but loves my skin as it is.





*Christopher*

* *

He looks shocked, I guess I shouldn't have done that – especially if I
wanted to keep my straight boy image up. He hopefully won't mind me being
gay but, he might mind the fact I've just been kissing him. Invasion of
personal privacy and all that shit. He's damn hot though and seems like a
totally amazing guy so I hope he doesn't care.



*Ryan*

* *

I finally feel like I can look up at him, like I can meet his beautiful dark
eyes again. He's looking at me, still holding my arm, fingers lightly
caressing it. His eyes immediately grab mine and hold them, matching my
every movement with his. My awareness begins to widen again. Before
everything was fixed on my arm and his movements but now I can feel the
rough, springy grass beneath me, poking into my skin through the rips in my
jeans. Smell is coming back now, my nose filled with the clean smell of
summer combined with his unique scent. My ears are still resolutely blocking
out everything except the sound of his breathing. The world has narrowed to
a little area around us, not impinged upon by anyone else. Just a bubble,
with us and the rough tree behind.