"Airborn"

Back in high school I lived next to a kid named Ryan who was 3 years
younger 
than I was, but since we lived so close we became good friends despite our
age
difference. We had a lot of things in common...more than I suspected at
that.
I remember when we were all very young, playing little "doctor" games and 
running amok wearing nothing but a smile. It was all harmless fun, and as
far
as I'm concerned every kid in America has done it at some point. 
When Ryan turned 14 I felt an attraction to him that wasn't present before-
he had
grown into perfection. His smooth skin and brown eyes just glowed, while
his lean but still boy-ish body was at the perfect crossroad between child
and
adult. I loved to watch him undress, and he knew it. Some nights he would
purposely stand in front of his window while disrobing for bed just to
please me...
how sweet that was. 
It was the big 4-day weekend in late May of my Junior year. He was a
Freshman.
The sun filled every room of my parents' big home, the warmth of spring was
in the air and the excitement for summer was growing. The 'rents were gone
until
Monday morning. Ryan sat perched on my
shoulders as I stroll around like a dad with his young son. 
Laughing and running, I slowed down and took off Ryan's shoe, then the
other. 
"Take off my socks too" he said. So I did. "Hey, why don't you try to take
off all
your clothes up there? I asked. It would be interesting to see if he could
do it
without touching the ground. Of course his t-shirt came off easy, but his
shorts
and underwear would be the tricky part. 
Ryan giggled the whole time as he squirm around my shoulders and neck. He
went through many motions as if he were solving a puzzle. It felt strange
for me to have a 125-pound kid crawling all over me while not even
touching the grond. 
Ryan yanked and tugged down his shorts in different ways, lifting one leg
here
and bending the other there. It took some skill, but with a little
assistance
it worked. 
At one point Ryan's face was right next to mine. His big eyes lit up, and
he kissed
me on the mouth. It felt great. Finally, he was naked and sitting on my
shoulders.
I was getting excited. First from his little kiss, then even more as I felt
his little
rod begin to stiffen....what to do next?
"Try to see if you can jack off while up there." I said.
He started to stroke it. "It's too hard to, it's too wobbly up here. I need
to 
sit somewhere." he said.
I walked towards the living room, with a beautiful naked boy sitting on my
shoulders.
I sat him on the fireplace mante. It was a smooth marble stone, and I could
tell
it was most cold on his bare butt. I reached down and tickled his feet, and
he laughed. His little pole was sticking straight up, and he looked a
little awkward up
there but I could tell he was anticipating my next move. 
I rubbed his body in a ticklish manner, still from his feet to his nipples.
It was
one of those pleasure/pain manuevers, he giggled in torment. 
"C'mon, suck me!" he finally blurt out. He could take no more.
Ryan and I had never gone this far. Heck, we had never even kissed before.
He
had slept nude in bed with me, but he slept nude anyway. To him it was no
big thing. 
With indescribable luxuria, I put my mouth on his rock-hard boyhood. I
slurped
and licked as he groaned. His feet swayed and his face flushed red. His
lips
were wet with awe. Sucking faster, Ryan paused for a second. Then the globs
of his sweet cream poured and splurted. He groaned even louder. 
When it was over, he told me it was the best sex he ever had. Then he said
"I love you".