Date: Tue, 20 Jul 2010 22:19:59 -0500
From: Jason Clarkson <jclarkson35@gmail.com>
Subject: My Stud Ryan, Chapter 4

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Ryan emailed me the next night at 7:30pm.  Unfortunately, I didn't see it
until the next day.  I sure wasn't expecting him to hit me up so soon.
And, it was early enough in the evening that the email wouldn't qualify as
a late night booty call.  He was most likely sober, too.

"I guess he enjoyed it," I proudly said to myself.

It got me wondering.  I had Ryan pegged as a guy who considered himself
straight and wanted to stay that way.  He liked getting his dick sucked and
enjoyed having a guy do it because he could be more physical and there
would be none of the bullshit of having a girlfriend.

But our last time together, I realized some other things.  He definitely
liked the male body and enjoyed being close to another naked man.  He was
hesitant at first, but he did enjoy stroking my cock and having our bodies
touch.  He also enjoyed my hands all over his body, including his ass.

Then, he hits me up in the evening the next night.

My mind started to race.  Maybe this tough guy wanted more but was afraid
to or not ready to because he didn't want to think of himself as gay.

I decided it was my mission to get this boy to experience what he secretly
desires.

"I think I might even gonna fuck that hot little ass of his." I slyly
thought to myself.

It would take time, though.  I didn't want to rush it and scare him off.

Now, I had two reasons for hoping he would contact me soon.  First, I love
his cock, and second, I could start to put my plan into action.

After a few missed attempts, I told him just text or call as I hated
missing the opportunities.

He called around 11pm that same night, although I didn't know it was him as
it came in Unavailable on the caller id.  I almost didn't answer it.

"Is this Jason?"  he asked.

"Umm, yeah," I said.  I was a bit confused but I quickly realized it was
him.  Jason isn't my real name, but it is the name I use on the display of
the email.  I had been signing my real name on all the emails with him, but
I guess he hadn't noticed that. Anyway, there was no one else that would
have my number that would call me Jason.  So, I just went along with that.

"Do you know who this is?" he asked.

"Yeah, how's it going?"  I replied.  I never confirmed that his name was
Ryan, which was what his email said, so I didn't want to call him that.

"Wanna come over?" he asked.

"Sure, now?" I replied.

"Yes, come on over now."

"OK, see ya in a bit"

"Hurry"

I hung up and checked on everyone around the house.  My wife was asleep but
my oldest son was still up.

"Hey, I am going out for some beers, I'll be back in a bit." I said to my
son.

He looked up from his homework, and said, "OK."

I headed out the door.  He lived about 10 minutes away.  Unfortunately, I
got stuck by a freight train fairly close to his house.

My phone rang and displayed Unavailable again.

"Hello," I answered.

"Where are you," he said, sounding a bit annoyed.

"Stuck by the train right by your house."

"OK, hurry up."

I hung up wondering how I was supposed to hurry past the train.

Finally, the gates rose and I got to his house.  Same setup as usual.  His
white car in driveway, lights out.  Door closed but unlocked.

I went in, kicked off shoes and headed upstairs.  As I got in the room, I
took off my shirt. I headed for the bed, but it was empty.

"Over here."

The voice startled me.  I turned towards the noise.  It was dark, as usual,
but I realized there was a couch over there and he was on it.

He was naked already.  I walked over and knelt between his knees, awaiting
his command.

"Get my fucking cock hard," he barked.

He was drunk.  I could smell it on him, but also there was a slur in his
words.  I began to play with his cock, lightly stroking, licking and
sucking it.

When it got to be good and hard, I began to suck it.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good.  Yes, keep doing that" he cooed.

I continued to swirl his cock in my hand and mouth, swallowing it all the
way in a few times.  I felt my own precum on my thigh as I worked this
beautiful cock.  I was a bit disappointed in myself because this was not
helping with my plan.  I did love his cock and I couldn't seem to resist
going right to work.

He pulled me off suddenly as I was beginning to get accustomed.  He pulled
me up on the couch as he lay down.  He tugged off my shorts and started to
stroke me.  I stroked him and began sucking his dripping cock, hoping he
would do the same.  I felt his hot breath on my pubes.

I silently urged him to take me in his mouth.  I thrust my hips trying to
get my cock to hit my intended target—his mouth.  I felt my precum
pouring out.

My lust was in full force and Ryan's cock was wreaking the benefit.  I was
feverishly sucking and slobbering over his healthy tool.  With a little
help from his hip thrusts, his bulbous cock head was driving into my
throat.  I would grab his ass in my hands to hold it in there for as long
as I could.

Again, just as the other night, his verbal shouts and moans were hot, but
clearly they weren't coming from someone who was about to shoot his load.

I knew it wasn't because of my efforts.  The boy was so drunk it was gonna
take longer.

Again, suddenly, he pushed me off his cock and the couch.

"I am gonna fuck you," he announced.

"You want me to fuck that tight ass, don't you?" he asked as he slapped my
ass.

"Fuck yeah," I said, sprawled out on the floor.

He went over to the night stand and was rifling through the drawers.

"I know I have a condom in here somewhere," he said.

Things had certainly taken a turn.  I hadn't expected this, but I also
can't say I was disappointed.  He had me so worked up, I probably would
have agreed to anything.

He found the condom and tore it open.

"Get on all fours." He said as he lined up behind me.

He was inside me very quickly.  He didn't just blast away, but he didn't
stop to see if I was ok, either.

The pain shot through me.  A little lube would have helped, I thought.  It
had been so long since I had been fucked, I was afraid it would be
unbearable.

I managed to take his cock completely.  He paused at just the right times
to open me fully.  Before long, he was buried all the way in.  His cock
filled me and sent shockwaves through my entire body unlike anything I had
ever felt before.

"Ooh, what a tight fucking ass," Ryan exclaimed and proceeded to give my
right cheek a few swats as he thrust his hips slowly.

Then, he began to pick up the pace.

I, as usual with him, was speechless.  A few groans were coming out but for
the most part I was quiet.  This was not, however, how I was feeling on the
inside.  Each thrust of his thick, juicy cock was pulverizing my prostrate.
I could feel pre-cum pouring out of my cock.  Wave after wave of
pleasurable shivers ran through my entire body.

Even if I could verbalize my ecstasy, it probably would have been drowned
out by Ryan's screams of pleasure.  The sound of slapping of his hips on my
ass was muffled by his grunts and groans.

"Lay down." He commanded as he kicked my legs wider apart with his.

My cock landed into the puddle of precum that I had deposited on the wood
floor. I felt his full weight press against my body as he began to fuck me
ferociously.

I felt the burn of my skin as it was slid back and forth the floor.

I could feel Ryan's hot breath on my neck as he leaned in.  His sweaty
chest pressed against my back.

"You like taking my cock up that tight ass, don't you Jason?"  He whispered
into my ear.

I didn't respond verbally.  Instead I pushed back my hips to meet his
driving cock, and squeezed my ass muscles.  I think he understood.

This little move put him over the edge, and his sweet whisper turned back
into the roar of the lion.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, yeah, aaaahhh, oh shit, oh shit, aaaaaahhhh," he
screamed as his cum erupted from his balls.

I felt his body tremble on top of mine as he slowed his thrusting.  I felt
the last few quivers as his cum was being depleted from his balls.  He
collapsed on top of me completely.  I lay very still under him feeling his
breathing slow while his cock began to soften and slowly slip from my well
used hole.  I was covered in his and my own sweat.  The smell of our sweat
added to the already intoxicating scent.

When his cock completely freed itself from my ass, he rolled off of me and
stumbled to his feet.  I heard the now filled condom make a thud against
the floor as he ripped it off.  He collapsed into his bed.  Once again, the
boy was spent.

I, however, was not finished.  So, I rolled over and started to stroke my
cock.  It didn't take long before I felt shot after shot of my hot juice
pelt my sweaty chest.  Now I was spent.  I had been thoroughly fucked and
now had completely drained my balls.

I dragged myself up and got dressed.  Once again, not for sure if what I
was putting on was mine.  Once again, I felt my clothes stick to my cum and
sweat covered body.

No words were spoken as I walked out.


That's it for Chapter Four.  I will work Ricky back into Chapter Five.
Please send any comments to me at jclarkson35@gmail.com.  Thanks for the
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