Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2008 20:56:47 -0500
From: PenisProse <PenisProse@comcast.net>
Subject: Helping Ryan Feel At Home

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Copyright 2008 PenisProse

       I was sitting along a long wall of windows at a counter facing the
street; drinking coffee and watching guys stream by on the sidewalk.  I had
the day off and was primed for morning action: 29, 6-2, 170, versatile top
outfitted in a black t-shirt, well-worn blue jeans, and black Nikes, with a
black U.S. Marine Corps logo jock keeping my thick dick secure under it
all.  There were a lot of recent Big 10 graduate types heading to work in
their business casual best.  Others exited the gym across the street,
dressed to showcase the results of their workouts.  As it got later in the
morning, college students were slowly taking over the sidewalk and coffee
shop.

       A jaywalker caught my attention as he headed toward the coffee shop.
He looked about 5-9, maybe 135, with a very full head of straw blond hair
that swept down to his eyes.  He was in jeans and a plain green t-shirt,
with gray canvas All-Star sneakers.  He looked fresh and sweet.

       I could see that the kid was heading into the path of a bike.  The
kid and the bicyclist were both focused on avoiding a city bus that was
cutting back into traffic after stopping in front of the coffee shop.  The
kid, the bicyclist, and the bus driver all managed to stop in time to avoid
disaster.  At that moment the kid caught my gaze as he looked around for
somebody to blame for his near-miss.  I just shrugged, smiled, and turned
my hand upward - he had nobody else to blame, but it was okay.  The kid
shrugged and smiled back as he resumed his journey.  I turned the page of
my newspaper and started reading.

       Midway through an article I heard a timid voice ask "is this seat
open?"

       I said "sure" as I turned to see who was speaking.

       To my surprise, it was the kid.  I had been sure that he was rushing
to get to class, but he was just in a hurry for coffee.  The shop was still
fairly crowded, so the kid's interest in the open seat next to me could
have meant anything.  As soon as he had permission to sit, the kid reached
for the seat with both hands.  The kid's backpack brushed along my leg as
it fell to the floor.  Again, I could only look at him, smile, and shrug.

       In a single motion, the kid sat and lifted his coffee to his lips,
looking right at me all the while.  I was trying to decide whether his eyes
were blue or green or both when I realized that I was spending a lot of
time looking straight back at him.  I slowly returned my attention to the
newspaper, but not before passing my eyes over the rest of the kid,
noticing that his forearms were very hairy all the way to the elbow.

       His forearm hair was much thicker than I expected on such a young
and blond boy, but was almost as light-colored as the hair on his head.  I
stole another peek at the kid, this time examining the skin underneath the
top of his collar.  He had a thick, curly patch of light blond hair that
ran up to the baseline of his neck.  All of this hair gave the kid a
masculine and mature aura but his fresh face and thin build left him
looking far closer to boyhood than manhood.  Thinking about mapping the
rest of this kid's body was making my cock push uncomfortably against my
jock.  I reached down with my right hand to adjust the situation.  While my
hand was still in my crotch, the kid introduced himself, awkwardly
extending his hand in greeting.

       "I'm Ryan," he said with a big smile.

       "Alex," I said as my right hand finally made its way from my crotch
to join his handshake.

       We started talking, and I spent even more time trying to decide
Ryan's eye color.  Blue, green, maybe some gray, but more blue.  Ryan is a
freshman on full scholarship studying physics and theatre.  He grew up in
another city and is living with two roommates from his hometown.  Ryan
explained that his roommates are upperclassmen and take care of him when he
feels homesick, which is often.  Ryan came across as very intelligent, but
somehow did not look or act quite old enough to be a freshman despite the
coffee and hairy body.  It was like he was maturing unevenly, with a body
and mind that straddled two worlds.

       "I wish that I could go home," Ryan said with a bit of a pout and a
glint of a smile.

       I started to think that I could make Ryan forget all about home.
After I told Ryan that I still miss my hometown, too, he asked if I am
single.  At that point I knew that the boy needed more than small talk, so
I told Ryan that I am single but always looking for a new friend.  I told
Ryan that I had a brochure at home for an acting class that he might be
interested in.  It was lame, but I figured that just about any invitation
would work at that point.

       "If you won't be late for class, I can show you now," I offered.

       "That would be okay," Ryan said.

       My place is three blocks from the coffee shop, along a street filled
with tall condo buildings.  It was late enough in the morning that the
sidewalks were clear of the commuters and dog walkers.  Along the way, I
put my arm around Ryan's waist, below his backpack.  I pulled Ryan's soft
t-shirt out of his pants.  I placed my hand on the small of Ryan's back,
and then worked my way down his backside beneath his underwear.  Ryan's ass
cheeks were firm and very fuzzy.

       Once inside my building and through the lobby, Ryan and I were alone
in the elevator.  I knew there were no cameras and that it was a long ride
up to my condo on the penthouse floor.  Ryan was standing next to me
against the back wall, mesmerized by the display of ascending floor
numbers.  Somewhat annoyed at his fascination with the display, I stood
directly in front of Ryan.  I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him
back against the wall of the elevator.  Ryan's backpack fell to the floor
as I grabbed the back of his neck and drew him into me.  I should have
shoved him down to his knees right there, but I was overwhelmed by the
desire to kiss him.  The boy was very responsive, but made no sudden moves.
He opened his lips, moaned quietly, and let me lead.  While we were
kissing, I grabbed the front of Ryan's jeans.  He was a big handful.  I
figured him for at least 7 inches.

       I pulled back from our kiss and looked at Ryan.  He seemed to be
working through a problem in his head.  I started to think that he was
looking at the fucking floor number display again.

       Before I could figure out what was on his mind, Ryan blurted out,
"I'm 16 -- I hope that's okay." Ryan had skipped grades in middle school
and high school on his way to a full-ride academic scholarship to college.

       I still had Ryan's dick cupped in hand.  "Whatever," I said, taking
Ryan's soft, smooth chin in my other hand and kissing him again.  I worked
my hand down the outline of Ryan's dick, found his scrotum, and grabbed his
nuts, squeezing his balls through the thick material of his jeans.

       "Thank you, Daddy," Ryan said, punctuated by the last chime of the
elevator as the doors opened at my floor.  I nodded toward the door, told
Ryan to get his backpack, and led him down the long hallway to my front
door.  I jammed the key into the lock, thinking that the next insertion
would be much smoother.

       Inside the marble foyer, Ryan got down on one knee and then the
other to untie and remove his sneakers.  I told him to do mine.  Ryan was a
pro at this.  He untied each shoe very slowly, placing my foot onto his
thigh and gently removing my size 11 Nikes with great care.  He placed the
laces inside the shoes and set the pair next to the door.  Ryan did his own
socks next.  He perfectly folded them in two and placed them atop his
All-Stars.  Ryan was on his knees, with his hands at his side, awaiting
instruction.  What I did next surprised even me.  I put my foot flat into
the center of Ryan's chest and pushed as hard as I could.  Ryan ended up
flat on his back, with his head bent up against the baseboard.  He looked
dazed.  I pulled Ryan's belt out from his jeans, then told him to get his
pants off.

       "Yes Sir," Ryan said in a trembling voice as he opened his button
fly jeans.  I helped Ryan off with the jeans, exposing his hairy legs.  I
placed Ryan's jeans in an improvised pillow under his head.  Then I
straddled his shoulders and told him to get to work.  Ryan undid my belt
and zipper, revealing the U.S. Marine Corps logo jock.  His eyes got big
and he licked his lips.

       "Were you in the Marines?" Ryan asked.

       I pulled his fresh face into my jock and told him he would find out
the hard way.

       Ryan pulled the pouch of my jock aside, and took my dick in his
mouth.  He looked great.  I pushed Ryan's mop of blond hair to the side so
that I could see everything as he buried his nose in my crotch and
swallowed me whole.  I let Ryan continue that job for a while, pulling out
when I was getting too close way too soon.  I stood up and undressed, and
told Ryan to get his shirt off.  Ryan sat up and pulled his green t-shirt
over his head, revealing slightly rippled abs and a nice set of pecs.  Ryan
had a nice base of muscle that hinted at the deeper tone that would come as
he grew into manhood.  He already had a thick treasure trail running down
his flat stomach, but not a hair on his torso above the navel.  Ryan was
now totally naked.  He had a thicket of pubes surrounding his twitching
boner, which I decided was even bigger than the 7 inches that I thought
earlier.  More like 8.  Ryan folded his t-shirt and placed it on top of his
sneakers and socks.  He reached for the belt to add it to the stack, but I
brushed his hand aside.

       "I am not done with your belt, Boy," I said.

       Ryan looked confused.

       "On all fours, Boy."

       Ryan understood that.  In a flash, Ryan was on his knees and elbows,
with the side of his head against his forearms, which flexed as he made and
released a fist over and over again.  Ryan's ass was exposed but his pucker
was partially concealed behind the fur.  Meanwhile, Ryan's fuzzy balls
dangled between his legs.

       I picked up the belt and let the buckle brush Ryan's spine, then his
ass crack.  Ryan looked back at me and whimpered.  I could have spanked
him, but I had something else in mind.  I got on my knees behind Ryan and
let my cock slap against his ass crack.  It felt good.  I leaned down into
Ryan and whispered into his ear.

       "You are going to get fucked, Boy," I said as I looped the belt
around Ryan's neck and pulled it taut.  Ryan turned red, but didn't resist.
After a few moments of increasing pressure, I released the grip and laid
the long end of the belt down Ryan's back.  I was sure that Ryan wanted to
do whatever he could to please me and I was convinced that he had some
experience as a fucktoy.  I spit on my dick, and placed my cockhead against
Ryan's hole, penetrating his anal crypt with my engorged cockhead.  I
grabbed Ryan by the hips and pulled him up onto me.  I paused just long
enough to let Ryan catch his breath when my cock busted through his last
line of defense.  Then I pulled the belt tight around Ryan's neck and
rammed my thick dick all the way up his rectum.  I worked Ryan slow, and
loosened the tension of the belt around his neck.  I leaned down onto Ryan,
sliding my hands down his biceps and then along his forearms until my hands
were on top of his.  I licked Ryan's flat ear lobes and told him his ass
made me feel good.

       "Thank you, Daddy," Ryan said very politely.

       I worked my dick in and out of Ryan, popping his asshole open with
my cockhead, alternately drilling him or slowing to a crawl.  We fucked
like this until my knees started to feel the pain from the cool, hard
floor.

       "Do you want to go to the bedroom, Ryan?" I asked.

       "If you do," Ryan replied.

       We stood up.  Ryan's belt hung from his neck down his sternum.  The
belt brushed against the tip of Ryan's impressive boner, which pointed to
the ceiling.  I led Ryan to the bedroom, using his belt as a leash.

       The bedroom was flooded with light.  The floor-to-ceiling windows
formed a full wall of glass letting in the sparkling sunshine.  My condo
tower was a few stories taller than the buildings across the street.  I saw
no reason to draw the blinds.

       I led Ryan to the bed, I told Ryan to lie on his back.  I lay next
to him, my body against his.  I took the belt from around Ryan's neck and
dropped it to the floor.  We kissed deep, like lovers.

       In a moment, we were in the classic 69 position, and I got my first
taste of Ryan's giant cock and generous precum.  He was rock hard and
dripping.  Ryan swallowed my dick like a champion cocksucker, and I think
that we both could have continued forever just as we were.  But then I had
to get a taste of Ryan's ass.  I got on my back, and flipped Ryan up on all
fours so that his ass was straddled over my face, and his face was
positioned over my cock.  Ryan's opening was slightly red from the workout
in the foyer, but he looked good enough to eat.  I licked his hole, and
Ryan just about collapsed.  His sore ass was getting some much needed
attention, and he loved it.  Ryan became much more active than he had been,
grinding his ass down onto my mouth.  He reached back and spread his
cheeks, splaying himself completely.  I curled my tongue and jammed it up
Ryan's ass as he continued to grind down onto me.  I felt Ryan's erection
undulating on the top of my chest.

       "You are going to make me cum, Daddy," he warned.

       No way, I thought.

       I pushed Ryan onto his back, threw his legs over my shoulders, and
looked down into his sweet face.  My cock was once again poised at Ryan's
entrance, and was still wet with his spit.  I kissed Ryan softly as I
penetrated him hard.  I pinned Ryan's hands behind his head, squeezing his
wrists hard.

       "Wow," he said.  "That's big."

       Ryan's cock was twitching and growing even bigger.  He looked close.
I was plenty close, and shot my load deep in Ryan's ass as he wrestled his
right hand free, grabbed his dick and pumped out a load.  Ryan put out a
surprisingly small load that barely got past his navel.

       Ryan must have sensed my disappointment at his meager cumshot.

       "I'm sorry," he said, "I shouldn't have jacked off this morning."

       "It still looks tasty," I reassured Ryan.

       I lapped up what cum was to be had before finally pulling my dick
out of Ryan's still quivering hole.  Ryan instinctively knew that I wanted
him to lick me clean, and he did that job to perfection.  Ryan tongued my
cock like it was a lollipop.  He methodically worked from the glans along
the dorsal vein to the base, and then back again.  When he got back to the
top, Ryan deep throated me.  With his mouth and throat full of cock, Ryan
looked up at me like an angel that knew he had just sinned.

       "Yeah," I thought to myself, "this kid has done this before."

       Ryan and I settled into the bed, and I took him in my arms.  His
body felt good.  We chatted about my experiences in the Marine Corps.
Ryan's older brother was in the Marines.  Ryan idolized his older brother,
who was his senior by 10 full years.  Ryan said that he would have joined
too if he had not gotten so busy learning physics and acting.

       Figuring his older brother to be the lucky guy that showed Ryan the
ropes in bed, I asked Ryan if his brother is gay.  Ryan got the same look
on his face as when he was figuring out whether to tell me he was 16.

       "I'm not sure," Ryan said.  "I think he has done it with guys,
though."

       I left it at that, deciding that the revelation would come if and
when Ryan was ready to share that intimate family secret with me.

       Ryan fell asleep in my arms for about 30 minutes, but then woke up
with a start.

       "I should probably go to class," Ryan said as though he was starting
the whole day over again.

       I showed Ryan to the master bathroom and watched him shower.  When
he was done, he folded the towel and placed it on the sink.

       When we came out of the master bathroom, Ryan noticed the wall of
windows.  Still naked, he walked up against them and peered at the
brilliant blue sky.  He looked great silhouetted by the streaming sunshine.
I walked up behind Ryan and placed my hands on his shoulders.  We stood
there in silence for a couple of minutes before Ryan turned around and said
that he liked the view.  So did I.

       Ryan padded out to the foyer and got dressed.  When Ryan had himself
all put together except for his belt, he looked around the foyer as if the
belt would transport there from wherever it was.  He had obviously lost
track of where it went.  I just shrugged, smiled and retrieved the belt
from the bedroom.  While I was in the bedroom, I also grabbed the acting
class brochure that I had promised to show Ryan.  When I got back, I handed
Ryan the brochure and his belt.  Ryan stowed the brochure in his backpack
and put on his belt.

       Then I watched Ryan kneel down, put on his sneakers, and then tie
them with the focus and care of a little boy that had just learned to tie
them right.

       I slipped my t-shirt back on and opened the door.

       "Do you know how to get back?" I asked.

       "Sure," Ryan said.

       Then I realized that we had no way to stay in touch.  I told Ryan my
mobile number and said to call anytime.  Ryan repeated all 10 digits out
loud with a confidence that confirmed that he had memorized the number.
The boy had a head for math.  With that, we kissed and he departed.

       Epilogue

       That was two years ago.  Ryan doubled-up on some college classes and
is a senior now.  Thankfully, he is staying in town for his Ph.D.  We still
get together regularly, and he sleeps over whenever he needs more than sex.
Ryan doesn't miss home as much as when we first met, but he still gets his
ass caught in traffic.