Date: Wed, 5 May 2004 04:38:37 EDT
From: RainDude099@aol.com
Subject: Cali Boys  chapter three

This story is a work of fiction intended for a mature audience. All
Similarities between characters in the story and people in real life are
completely coincidental. This story depicts homosexual acts so if you do
not approve of this subject, please do not read any further.

This story is copyrighted by the author and may not be copied without the
written permission of the author, Scott MG. The same goes for the
partial song lyrics in this chapter.

NOTE: I advise readers to always perform safe sex. Also, for those of
you that don't like long chapters, I'm sorry this chapter turned out so
long!


Cali Boys
Chapter Three


The music was his refuge. Everything seemed to disappear and lose its
significance when Chris was entranced by his music. It took away his
sense of reality and helped him forget about the distress of the world
around him. In Chris's life he had mainly two things to help him relax:
the silence of his pool and the medication of his music.

Chris had been sitting in his room strumming his acoustic guitar in a
trance, as if the sound was therapy for him, when the phone rang and his
hypnotic trance was broken. When the silence was broken by the sharp
sound from the phone on his desk, he opened his eyes and looked plainly
at it. He studied it with his eyes for a moment as if trying to
interpret the caller's identification from the ring tone. Chris didn't
have any psychic abilities (nor did he believe in them) but some how he
knew who was on the other end of the phone as it rang at him.

Chris remembered the short call he had made to Ryan a few days earlier.
The uncertainty was obvious in his voice as he spoke to the answering
machine, knowing that Ryan was deliberately ignoring his call. The pain
from knowing that fact was probably obvious in his voice as well. He had
spoken quickly; afraid tears would build up within moments, and had left
just a short message:

"Ryan... its Chris." He had said while trying to control his shaking
voice like a thirteen year old in puberty. "I- I just wanted to talk...
About stuff... But I guess you're not home... When you get home... If you
wanna talk... Call me."

The days passing without hearing from Ryan made his answer obvious; he
didn't want to talk. Chris hadn't bothered to call Ryan again for fear
of sounding desperate or obsessive. The last thing he needed to for Ryan
to think he was obsessing over him; even if he was in private. He had
stayed away and tried to block out all thought of Ryan-- which wasn't
easy, especially when he had seen Ryan at the mall earlier that day. The
look that Ryan had given him as they passed in the mall was stuck in
Chris's mind and it made him feel sick to his stomach. It was as if Ryan
was letting him know that he was moving on and wanted them both to forget
about their kiss-- as well as their friendship. The thought had brought
Chris to tears when he got home that evening.

A fourth ring sounded from the phone, bringing Chris completely out of
thought and in to the real world. He swallowed hard over the growing
lump in his throat and reached for the phone. He already knew who was on
the other line-- he could just tell. What he didn't know was what he was
going to say when he answered. How could he possibly say all the things
that were in his head and his heart? How could he talk at all when his
mouth felt as dry as sandpaper? How could he find the words to explain
to Ryan what was going on when he wasn't even sure himself?

Chris's hand was sweating as he lifted the phone off the desk and
pressed the talk button for communication. He held his phone up to his
ear and spoke hesitantly in to it.

"Hello?" The only thing he could choke out.

A couple of seconds of silence followed but Chris could hear someone
take a deep breath on the other end, as if trying to suck up the courage
to speak. The familiar voice spoke solemnly in to Chris's ear and made
his body shake. Chris shut his eyes to hold back a tear from hearing the
first words Ryan had spoke to him in a week.

"Chris..." he said. "I want to talk."

Chris sighed and tried to gather himself. He cleared his dry throat and
tried to speak casually-- afraid that Ryan would hear the hurt in his
voice.

"Chris?" Ryan asked after a moment. "Are you there?"

"Yeah." He asked after a moment. "I'm here Ryan."

Ryan sighed in what seemed to be relief. "It's good to hear your voice
Chris."

"It's good to hear you too." Chris said in a low voice.

"Chris... I'm sorry that I didn't call you back sooner." Ryan spoke in
a normal, relaxed voice. "I... I was busy with stuff."

"Ryan, its ok if you were avoiding me. If I were in your position, I'd
probably do the same thing." He lied, trying to take away the guilt that
was building in Ryan's voice.

"Chris, I just couldn't be around you... What happened last week... It
scared me."

"I'm sorry..." Chris whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"No Chris. Don't be sorry." He said, his voice starting to shake. "I
was scared because... Because it was something that I wanted. Those
feelings you felt... I felt them too."

Chris's heart skipped a beat and his jaw dropped as the words soaked in
to him. His head started to spin again as he realized what Ryan had just
admitted to him. Ryan-- the only person he had ever loved-- had just
told him that he had the same feelings for him. The passionate kiss they
shared in the pool a week ago hadn't been triggered by hormones. They
had both felt something. The feelings that Chris held had been felt by
Ryan that day. He had wanted to kiss Chris as much as Chris had wanted
to kiss him. He had wanted it too. He had just admitted it.

"Ryan..." Chris gasped, still in shock.

"Chris I have to talk to you in person." Ryan said. "Can I come over?
Please, I have to see you..."

Chris turned to face his closed bedroom door. On the other side he
could hear his parent's voices as they laughed together downstairs,
probably sipping wine and relaxing together-- he wouldn't disturb them.
He sighed at the thought of his parents being so wrapped up in their own
lives that they had no time to realize anything that was occurring in
their own son's life. What more, he doubted that they even cared.

"Ryan my parents are home." Chris sighed. "I don't think it's a good
time..."

"I..." Ryan sputtered and then fell silent for a moment. "I just need
to see your face Chris. I need to be able to talk to you in person. I
need to be able to tell you some things to your face... Not over the
phone."

Chris sat in silence with the phone clutched tightly to his ear. His
mind and heart raced as he questioned what Ryan could be talking about.
What things he had to tell him to his face. His voice was full of
seriousness and importance. Whatever he had to say was something that
desperately needed to be said. And Chris was sure it was something that
he desperately needed to hear.

"Come over to my house tomorrow night at eight." He spoke calmly. "My
parents are going to their friends' house so we'll be able to talk."

The silence between the two of them was like a mutual comprehension.
Chris listened to Ryan's harsh breathing and took it that he understood
how serious the situation was. Ryan finally gave a short groan as if to
show he understood.

"Alright." He spoke with much thought as if he was storing a million
unheard words in to a small one-word package. "I'll be there... But
Chris?"

"Yeah?" He asked nervously.

"Whatever happens with this... Don't let it tear us apart."

"I won't." Chris said without much thought in response. Ryan's words
were terrifying and Chris couldn't begin to understand exactly what he
meant. All he could do was sit there with a blank stare and lie to him.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Ryan said with a certain closure in his
voice. "Good bye Chris."

"Good bye Ryan." Chris waited to hear Ryan hang up the phone before he
loosened his stiff body and added, in whisper, the end of their
conversation. "...I love you."

***

Ryan's whole body tensed as he stood outside the Banks' home at five
till seven that Saturday night. The sky was still perfectly lit and just
starting to turn the orange-pink color that he loved so much. In the
back of his mind Ryan wondered if his love for pink and orange sunsets
reflected his sexuality at all, but he blocked the thoughts from his mind
with the over-flowing worry about what was about to occur. He looked up
in fear at the house he had visited a thousand times over the years and
it all seemed so new. It was as if he was entering new territory and one
wrong move could cost him his life.

As he prepared to knock on the front door, he looked himself over to
make sure he was looking his best. Ryan had never cared too much about
his appearance but tonight was special. Tonight he had to look his very
best. Tonight he had to look incredible-- for Chris.

He straightened his light-blue button-down shirt and wiped his sweating
palms on his jeans before extending his shaking arm to knock at the
door. Ryan's stomach was in knots as he waited for Chris to answer the
door. He could hear him thumping down the stairs to the front door and
he bit his bottom lip while he contemplated turning and running away from
this house as fast as he could. Of course he wouldn't run away from
Chris. He had already tried that for the past week and it hadn't gotten
him anywhere. The only result from avoiding Chris was his realization of
how deeply he really cared for him and what emotions were really being
hidden beneath the surface.

Within a second the front door opened and Chris was standing in front of
him, looking deeply in to him with his piercing blue eyes. Ryan froze on
the spot, opening his mouth to speak but couldn't find any words.

"Hi Ryan." Chris said seriously and gave a weak smile that only made it
harder for Ryan to speak. Even his half-smile seemed brighter than
anyone else's full grin.

"H-hey." He finally choked out and tried to smile back, though the
muscles in his face wouldn't allow him to fully smile under such stress.

"You're a little early you know." Chris said and stepped back, allowing
Ryan to enter.

"Yeah I know." Ryan said as he crossed the threshold in to Chris's
house for what seemed like the very first time. "But I couldn't wait any
longer to talk to you."

Chris closed the front door behind him and the two stood awkwardly in
silence for a moment before Chris smiled nervously and motioned to the
living room couch. Ryan stared in surprise at how white everything
seemed. It all seemed even brighter than he had remembered. He took a
seat on the couch and Chris sat next to him, diverting eye contact.

"So where are your parents tonight?" He asked, avoiding the real
conversation that was screaming to be released.

"Well you know my mom and dad. Ben and Angie just can't resist any
invitation to anything. I guess whatever dinner thing they're at, wasn't
a family deal." Chris said, reflecting a little hurt in his voice. He
didn't look at Ryan as he spoke but suddenly turned and looked right into
his eyes. The deep brown eyes that had tormented him the day before at
the mall.

"Ryan... About what happened last week," he spoke carefully, choosing
his words. "I didn't mean for any of that to happen. I didn't mean to
kiss you and I didn't mean to do any of that other stuff either... I
just..." He looked deep into Ryan's eyes which seemed to reflect
everything he was feeling. "Sometimes it just builds up."

"Chris don't pretend like it's something that you didn't want." Ryan
said seriously, not afraid to lock eyes. "I've only had four kisses in
my life... half of them were with you." He spoke with a hard tone that
made him appear to be made of stone. "I've never felt more emotion than
those two times that we kissed. And I know you felt it too. It's
something you wanted. I know it was because I wanted it too..."

Ryan placed his hand on Chris's leg sending a shiver over his body.
Chris looked down at Ryan's hand-- it wasn't shaking from his nervousness
anymore. His hand was perfectly still, perfectly content on his thigh.
It was like his touch was meant to be on Chris. His touch relaxed
Chris's mind and caused his heart to race. He moved his gaze back up to
his eyes which were filled with emotion. This time Chris could
understand what he was seeing in Ryan's eyes. There was a strong feeling
in his eyes-- a strong beam. A feeling that caused Chris to feel
perfectly right and relaxed. He could've stayed there in Ryan's eyes for
hours but he soon realized what the time was calling for. Chris jerked
away and stood up.

"Ryan, there's a lot that I need to say but I'm..." Chris wasn't sure
what he was saying; what he was trying to convince Ryan. Ryan just
stared up at him with his patient brown eyes. He had never looked so
serious. It was as if his whole life was dependant on this moment. "I
wrote a song about you... about how you make me feel..."

"You wrote a song about me?" He said in disbelief.

"Yeah," Chris said nervously, standing in front of him. "I did."

"Chris I have to hear it." Ryan said, rising above Chris by a couple of
inches as he stood up.

Chris stared in to Ryan's passionate eyes and turned, leading him to his
bedroom. Both their hearts were pounding in their chests and echoing in
their ears. Chris's hands were sweating so fiercely that he was afraid
he wouldn't be able to play a single note on his guitar. Ryan's hands
were sweating just as consistently as he stuffed his hand into his
pocket, fidgeting with the plastic-wrapped objects he had brought. Both
their minds were in clouded with overwhelming nervousness and
insecurity. With so many things they each needed to say, it was only a
matter of time until one of them exploded.

Chris opened the door to his bedroom which was nearly as clean as the
rest of the house. The main fact that separated it from the rest of his
house was that his room was painted blue. Such a small difference set
this room apart from every other room, and by stepping in to it, it
seemed as if you had entered an entirely new home. Ryan believed that
had been Chris's idea when he painted his room the previous summer.

The two of them stumbled into the room awkwardly. Chris sat down on the
edge of his bed and motioned for Ryan to take a seat on his stool, facing
him. Ryan obeyed and sat down slowly, unable to remove his eyes from
Chris's slender form-- watching his chest rise with every uneasy breath.
Chris lifted his guitar from it's stand next to his bed and fixed it on
to his lap, adjusting his fingers to the chords. Ryan watched him with
the greatest interest; his eyes were fixed on his every move. When Chris
was ready he lifted his head back up to meet Ryan's eyes.

"Alright." He said cautiously. "Ryan, you know how I feel about you...
how I've always felt about you... I started writing this song the night
that I came out to you..." He paused to take a breath and studied the
look of admiration in Ryan's eyes. "... The night that we first
kissed... I still haven't completely finished it... But I hope that it
comes out ok as it is..."

Ryan didn't move a muscle as he listened to Chris's explanation. The
feelings that had been surfacing throughout the past week were building
up and he could feel the same feelings resonating from Chris as he sat a
few feet in front of him, moving his fingers softly over the strings of
his guitar.

"Play the song Chris..." He spoke in a whisper without taking his eyes
off him. "I know it'll be incredible..."

Without another word Chris returned his concentration to the strings and
began to play with the most passion he had ever had through his music.
Every emotion inside of him came filtering through his fingertips and
through the sound of the chords he played. After a moment he faced Ryan
again, continuing the notes as if it was second nature to him. He
focused his crystal-blue eyes on Ryan's and opened his mouth, afraid that
no sound would come out.

"Was there something more I was supposed to stand? I can feel your
heartbeat every time I touch your hand... Was there something more I was
supposed to do? I can't help feeling I'm supposed to spend my life with
you..." The intensity grew in Chris's voice as he continued with the
verse, refraining from removing his eyes from Ryan's. "Was there
something more I was supposed to say? Or should I turn and leave you to
your hopeless misery?"

Ryan's body was flowing with a most intense feeling as he sat under
Chris's full control. He was hypnotized by the beautiful melody he was
spinning and captivated by the lyrics that flowed from inside of him.
Ryan had never felt so strongly about any one person and it felt as if it
was eating him from the inside out. Every part of him wanted to take
Chris in to his arms and hold him forever.

"Is there something more I could be for you tonight?" Chris strived to
continue although he recognized the impact it was having on Ryan.
"California... turn off all your pretty lights." He moved easily into
the chorus of his song and raised the intensity in his voice even
greater, projecting his very soul into the music. "Head over heels,
nothing feels real, nobody knows how perfect this feels... Can't make
myself leave, unable to breathe, look in my eyes and you'll know what I
mean... Out of my mind, one lost moment's time, don't need your help-
I'm doing just fine... And when the day is done... You'll be the one I
love. And when today is done, turn off your California sun..." Chris
breathed sharply as he cut the song short. "Turn off your California
sun. You're still the one I love..."

The last notes disappeared into the air as Chris sat frozen watching
Ryan's reaction. Chris fought to hold back tears in his eyes-- tears
that he knew he couldn't control if Ryan were to stand up and leave him
again. He sat at Ryan's mercy and watched as his bottom lip quivered and
his eyes began to water. The two sat in silence for what felt like an
eternity, just watching each other react to one another. It was the
longest moment of both their lives before Ryan found his voice lumped in
his throat.

"Chris," he spoke quietly while a tear formed in the corner of his eye
and his voice shook, "That was amazing..." Chris gave a short laugh and
a tear rolled down his cheek. "No one has ever cared about me the way
you care about me... No one has ever loved me the way you love me...
You're really in love with me?"

Chris nodded weakly, "Yeah... I am."

Ryan leaned forward on the stool and took a deep breath, staring into
Chris's eyes as they started to water again.

"This last week Chris... The only thing I've been able to think about is
you. Every time I close my eyes all I can see is your face and your
smile. Those feelings I had when we kissed? They'd been building up for
a long time Chris, but I couldn't admit it to myself. You know how my
dad would react if he found out I was ga--," he cut himself off, "If I
was like you Chris..."

"I know." Chris sighed and looked down at his lap.

"Chris..." Ryan said leaning closer, wanting to reach out and touch
him. "I don't care about what my dad thinks... I don't care what anyone
thinks... But I need to be sure of this feeling... I need to know for
sure how I feel about you..."

The world seemed to disappear in the moment as Ryan pulled himself off
of the stool and leaned forward toward Chris. The orange light shining
through Chris's half-open window covered them in a rich display of color
and silhouetted their forms on to the wall behind them. Chris's face
seemed to glow even more beautifully as he closed his eyes and leaned
forward to meet Ryan halfway. The two came together perfectly and their
lips met, pressing tightly against each other.

Ryan wrapped his arms around Chris as he pushed him, carefully, on to
his back on his bed. Chris pulled Ryan further on top of him as they
kissed and ran his fingers, passionately, through his fine blonde hairs.
Ryan held Chris tightly in his strong arms as he worked his tongue in to
his open mouth. Their tongues met and tied around each other, probing
into each other's mouths. Chris moaned as Ryan gave a short thrust with
his pelvis, rubbing his hard crotch over Chris's. He ran his hand over
Ryan's back, feeling each muscle, while he used his other hand to pull
Ryan's face even closer into his own. He wanted nothing more than to
feel Ryan's lips on his; his firm body pressed against his. All the love
he had felt for Ryan was being realized in this moment and the best part
of it was that Ryan was feeling it too.

After making out, wrapped in each other's arms for a few moments, Ryan
pulled his mouth off of Chris's and got on to his knees on the bed. He
looked down in to Chris's worried eyes and smiled weakly letting him know
that he wasn't going to leave. He took a deep breath and reached his
hand out, stroking Chris's cheek.

"Chris..." He said as he held his hand on his cheek and gazed in to his
eyes. "Chris, I love you. I've never felt like this about anyone
before... I'm in love with you."

The words that Chris had longed to hear for years were finally said and
they sunk in to him, filling him with a deep glow. He smiled and
beamed-- nearly unable to contain the energy he was feeling. He sat up
and forced himself at Ryan, kissing him passionately, probing his tongue
in to his mouth and pulling back again quickly.

"God Ryan, I've wanted to hear you say that for so long!" Chris kissed
him again, holding him tightly. "I love you. I've never loved anyone
else."

Chris continued kissing Ryan, holding him in his arms and running his
hands all over his body. He reached his hands underneath Ryan's shirt
and felt his bare skin. Ryan moaned as Chris's hand found its way down
his back and in to his pants, feeling his bare ass; spreading his cheeks
apart and daringly, rubbing his finger over his asshole. Ryan opened his
eyes and looked in shock at Chris's devilish smile.

"Feel good?" Chris asked and kissed his neck.

"Feels... awesome." Ryan breathed heavily and threw back his head as
Chris continued kissing around his neck. "Chris," he said after a
moment, "I want you..."

"I want you too." Chris moaned while he kissed him.

"Chris I wanna make love to you..." He said strongly and Chris removed
his lips from his neck, looking up into his eyes.

"You- you mean that?" He asked, staring at Ryan with all the love
inside of him.

"Of course... I love you Chris. I wanna show you how much I love you
and- and I want you inside of me..." Ryan reached into his pocket and
retrieved a small bag which he emptied onto the bed cover; the contents
being a package of condoms and a small bottle of lube.

Chris studied the condoms and the lubricant on his bed and then studied
the look in Ryan's eyes; the look of complete seriousness and passion.
He watched the light from the setting sun cast shadows over Ryan's face
and saw how very much he really wanted him. He knew Ryan really loved
him-- he could see it in his eyes. And every part of him wanted to give
himself to Ryan. He had dreamt of it for years. Slowly Chris reached
for the pack of condoms and opened the box, retrieving one of the
individual contraceptives. He gave Ryan a look of overheated lust and
held up the condom, smiling. Ryan grinned back and leaned back down on
Chris, kissing him as he pulled Chris's shirt off over his head to reveal
his tanned and toned upper body.

Chris's shirt flew across the room and he started removing Ryan's shirt
as well while he tried not to separate their lips from their passionate
embrace. Ryan's shirt slipped easily off of his muscular form and
Chris's dick started throbbing as his skin came in contact with Ryan's
strong chest and tight abs. He moaned softly while he struggled to
unbutton and unzip Ryan's pants. Ryan helped him tug them off of his
body while they continued making out-- keeping their tongues wrapped
around each other. Finally Ryan's jeans slipped over his legs and fell
off the bed. Sitting completely naked on top of him, Chris was able to
hold Ryan's hard cock and stroke it lovingly while Ryan went to work at
removing Chris's shorts. They slipped off easily, revealing at first his
thick brown patch of pubic hair and then released his dick, which stood
immediately at Ryan's attention. Ryan pulled out of their kiss and
looked down at Chris's erected penis with amazing curiosity. For the
first time in his life Ryan could admire another guy's dick and not only
that-- he could do anything to it.

His mind went wild over Chris's naked body lying underneath him and
while Chris was stroking his dick, sending sensations over his body, he
thrust his head down and took Chris's cock into his mouth. Without
really considering what he was doing, he slid his mouth down over Chris's
long, cut cock and let his tongue explore it. He moved his tongue up and
down the shaft and took in the taste before he began to suck, lustfully,
on the head, feeding on the sweet taste of Chris's precum. Chris threw
back his head and moaned loudly and breathed heavily, jerking his body
from the intense pleasure resonating from where Ryan was licking and
sucking on his dick. He had never had a blowjob before and he had never
imagined the intense pleasure it would bring. He knew that unless Ryan
removed his lips from his cock, he was going to cum within moments.

"Oh, oh my God-- Ryan..." he moaned. "Ryan you gotta stop or I'm going
to cum..."

Ryan looked up into his eyes with Chris's throbbing dick still in his
mouth. He washed his tongue over it once more, savoring the strange--
yet wonderful-- new taste, before releasing it and moving back up to kiss
Chris's sweet lips.

"That was incredible!" Chris exclaimed as Ryan kissed his neck and down
to his chest, sucking on each nipple.

"Good." Ryan said and looked in to his beautiful blue eyes and reached
up to brush his hair out of his eyes. He smiled down at Chris's smiling
face and then reached over to where Chris had dropped the condom he had
retrieved. Nervously, he picked it up and held it up to Chris who slowed
his heavy breathing and slowly nodded-- silently telling Ryan exactly
what to do.

Ryan's fingers fidgeted nervously with the wrapper as he pulled out the
condom and carefully, unrolled it over his own rock-hard cock. He only
knew how to put on a condom because of the demonstration in sex education
the previous year. It fit snug over his dick but not too uncomfortably.
Chris positioned his head on his pillow and watched as Ryan finished
rolling the tight latex over his dick. His heart was beating furiously
in his chest as he prepared for what was inevitably coming. Chris wasn't
too afraid of pain during sex because he had often experimented with anal
stimulation. Still, Ryan's dick was nearly seven inches long and
slightly thicker than his own. He couldn't help but bite his bottom
lip at the sight of it as Ryan rubbed the lubricant on.

Ryan looked at him, noticing the slight worry in his eyes and, as if
reading his mind he smiled and leaned in to kiss him quickly before
taking a lubed finger and following Chris's eyes, rubbed it over his
tight, warm asshole-- quickly probing his finger inside. He pulled out
quickly realizing how tight he really was and he worried that he was
going to hurt him during penetration. He looked with concern into
Chris's piercing eyes and Chris only nodded in approval. He was sure of
what he wanted and Ryan wanted to give it to him. Still without words,
Ryan began to position himself for what they were about to attempt. He
pulled Chris's legs apart and lifted them over his strong shoulders. He
pulled himself on to Chris's warm body and kissed him softly before he
returned concentration to Chris's ass.

Once again time froze and the light hung in the air among the intense
emotion that the two of them were feeling. The only sound into the room
was the sound of their hearts beating and Ryan's breathing as he
positioned his dick up against the warmth of Chris's asshole, and
prepared to insert. Chris held his breath and tried to relax his body as
he felt the head of Ryan's dick suddenly push through his hole. A sharp
pain shot throughout the portion of his body and he gasped, closing his
eyes and taking a deeper breath. Ryan stopped pushing and froze, afraid
that he had hurt him.

"Chris...?" He asked, leaning over him with concern.

"I'm ok... Don't stop... I want it all inside me..." Chris whispered and
tried to relax his clenching muscles.

Nervously, Ryan returned to slowly feeding his long cock in to Chris's
hot asshole, amazed by the sensation he was having just from entering.
He struggled not to shoot his load as he entered the remaining inches of
his dick inside of Chris. Chris continued holding his breath until he
realized the pain was resolving in his ass, and Ryan's dick was fully
inserted. He let out his deep breath slowly and adjusted his ass over
Ryan's thick rod. The feeling was familiar, yet better than any amount
of fingers he had ever inserted on his own. He gave a short moan and
tilted his head back. Ryan was still frozen inside of him as if he
didn't know what to do now that his dick was completely inside
Chris's ass. Like he was waiting for instruction.

"Ok," Chris finally whispered in a voice that sounded of pleasure and
pain. "Fuck me... Please fuck me..."

Slowly at first, Ryan began to slide in and out of Chris's ass, moving
rhythmically and suddenly feeling the most amazing sensation he had ever
experienced. Chris's eyes widened and he opened his mouth, moaning from
the incredible sensation he was getting from Ryan's probing dick as it
massaged his prostate. The two of them knew they wouldn't last long
as the wave of emotion and pleasure washed over their bodies inside and
out.

"Oh Ryan... Faster!" Chris moaned, and Ryan obeyed. He started
thrusting in and out, faster, and deep in to Chris's ass. He began to
moan along with Chris and threw back his own head in ecstasy. The rush
of pleasure continued throughout both their bodies. Chris's dick began
to throb even harder and his balls began to rise closer to his body. He
tried to moan a warning to Ryan but he couldn't form words any longer.
All Chris could do was fight his orgasm for a few more seconds while Ryan
continued building speed-- pulling nearly out of Chris's hole before
thrusting deep inside again. The fire inside them build, hotter and
hotter, until neither of them could control it any longer. Ryan moaned
as he felt his dick jerk and Chris couldn't fight his own any longer
either.

"Chris, I'm gonna cum!" Ryan moaned.

"Ryan... Ryan..." Chris gasped as he felt himself lose control and felt
Ryan's cock jerk several times inside of him, shooting his hot load into
the condom. The feeling sent him over the edge and his own dick jerked,
shooting several streams of cum all over his chest and his stomach.

The two of them moaned in pleasure for a moment and repeated each
other's names before Ryan finally collapsed, out of strength, on top of
Chris. They laid there for a few moments trying to catch their breaths
as they stroked each other's hair. With his head on Chris's
cum-covered chest, Ryan listened to his heart beating as it slowed down
to it's normal pace.

"Chris..." He sighed finally without lifting his head from Chris's
rising and collapsing chest. "God Chris..."

"Ryan." Chris gasped as he ran his still shaking hand over his back.
"I love you so much. I want to be with you. I want to be with you like
this."

Ryan's breathing slowed and he felt his eyes becoming heavy, tired and
exhausted. Too exhausted to move or cover them under the blankets on
Chris's bed, they just laid in each other's arms. For a moment Ryan
tried to comprehend Chris's words. The last thing he breathed out before
falling asleep in Chris's arms was, "I want to be with you too Chris..."

To Be Continued... SOON