Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2002 19:00:11 +0000
From: Don Mynor <donmynorjr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ryan and His Father 3

I would to thank all those who emailed me concerning this
story.  It's because of you guys this chapter is here.

Please if you are not of age ie. 18, 21 in some areas,
please do not read this story.  If gay erotica is not legal
in your area, please do not proceed.


Chapter 3

"There you are Ted, are you ok?"  Ryan asked with concern in
voice.

"I'm ok, what's the matter?"  I replied.

"Aw nothing, I saw Jake ran out of here like a bat out of
hell and I thought he might have. well nothing you're ok
now."  Even though he had not finished his statement, I knew
what he thought might be the reason for Jake's hasty
retreat.  Only Ryan did not know how right he was.  I was
waiting for Big Tom to make an entrance, but he didn't.   I
could not even see his feet under the partition.  I guessed
he did not want Ryan to know he was in there.  When I
finished showering Ryan handed me my towel.

"Ted come on you can dry off in my room."

If this had been a normal day, I would have been nervous as
fuck but after all that had happened in the last half hour I
was very well composed considering.  In Ryan's room, I began
drying my skin with my back to him.  He was asking me some
questions about a physics problem that I had already
explained to him.  We had already finished it and he
understood it quite well.  This I found odd.  I side glanced
him and saw he was intently looking at my butt while
absently rubbing his crotch.  I had to put my briefs and
shorts on quickly before he saw the hard on I was quickly
acquiring.  Did that mean Ryan wanted me?

Now dressed Ryan thought that we should go to town and hang
out for a while.  We hung out at the local ice-cream parlor
for a while then we took a walk in the park.  Walking in the
park with Ryan Scholl, eating ice cream was a dream come
true.  We sat and talked for about an hour and a half.  Ryan
seemed more comfortable around me.  Not that he was not
before but he seemed to treat me more, like an equal than a
scrawny, unpopular kid to be pitied.  By the time, we walked
back to his car it was already getting dark.  On the way
home, he asked me to sleep over at his house because his
father would be out of town on business.  I declined,
because the way things went today with Jake, Big Tom, and
the almost romantic walk in the park, I did not think it
would be wise for me to be in a house with him alone.  He
dropped me off at my house and decided to come in to say hi
to my dad.

When we got inside, my father met us at the door.  He and I
grunted our usual greetings and I went upstairs to get ready
to go to bed.  I was up there for about fifteen minutes when
my father shouted for me to come down.

"Ted, get down here what the heck is taking you so long."
That request stumped me.  What had I forgotten to do that I
forgot this time?

When I came down stairs, my father said to me, "What are you
doing dressed for bed when you know Ryan is waiting for you.
Don't you remember you are sleeping over at the Scholl's
tonight?"

To say I was pissed was an understatement.  I was fucking
furious.  Why would Ryan think to do that again?  Anyway, in
the car I was silent.

"You're mad at me aren't you?"  He said breaking the
silence.  I did not answer.  "Don't be mad at me buddy; I
didn't want to be alone tonight is all.  I'm sorry."  I lost
my anger from the time he started to speak, but I remained
quiet.  "Come on Ted you can't be mad at me all night."

"Why the hell do you have to do that every time you ask me
to do something and I refuse you have to run to him?"

"It's just that I."

"You know what just forget it."  I cut him off before he
could finish and we drove the rest of the way in silence

When we pulled into the garage, I got out of the car still
"angry."

"Ted wait you can't be mad at me for ever."  He said.

"Yes I can and I will."

"Ted stop acting like some fucking bitch it's not
attractive."  Now I was really, mad.

"Like a fucking bitch, oh you didn't just say that."
"Ted stop, why are you so angry?  I said I was sorry for
going to your father behind your back, it's just that I
didn't want to be alone tonight."

"What fucking ever I really don't want to talk about it
now."

"That's it, what the hell is going on with you?"  He asked
grabbing me by the arm.

"Nothing just let me to fuck go."  I said, struggling to
free my self from his grip to no avail.

Ryan was just standing there staring at me with a weird look
in his eyes, while I was struggling to be free of his grip.
With incredible suddenness, he kissed me.  Billions of
thoughts were running through my mind at that moment.  The
one thought that came to the forefront was `shut to fuck up
you fool. Ryan Scholl is kissing you.'  I do not remember
getting hard, I just remember being hard.  I was hard as a
fucking rock.  Then I was coming.  I was coming with Ryan's
tongue on its way down my throat.  Barr none this was the
best kiss I have ever had.  After about three minutes, we
pulled apart to catch our breaths.  Ryan had that same look
in his eyes but more intense.  I could not read it and that
scared me.  Was this just a test to see if I was gay, like
Jake had suggested to him?

With those thought going through my head, he kissed me
again, this time a lot more aggressive.   He pushed me
against the door leading from the garage to the kitchen.
His hands were all over my body, but mostly kneading my ass
checks.  Right at that moment I realized what that look was
and I knew then that I would be getting fucked tonight
whether I wanted to or not, and god did I want to.  He
pulled away from me again.  The look was stronger than
before.

He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees.
I was about to suck the dick of my dreams.  The moment I got
on my knees, I was unbuckling his pants and pushing them to
his ankles.   The beautiful seven and a half inch dick of
Ryan Scholl was four inches form my lips.  His crotch scent
was very strong.  I wish I could say I took time to look and
admire the cock of my dreams, but I was afraid he might
change his mind, so I attacked his dick like a mad man.  He
gave a big sigh then started running his hand his hands
through my hair.  He was mumbling words of encouragement to
me.  To this day, I did not hear anything he was saying, I
was in a different world.  He interlaced his finger through
my hair and started slowly fucking my face and mumbling.

About two minutes into the blowjob, Ryan pulled his dick out
of my mouth.  I was trying like hell to get it back into my
mouth but he held me under my arm and lifted me up.  The
look was even scarier and savage looking.  He kissed my like
a man possessed while opening the door that led to the
kitchen, and unbuckling my pants.  By the time we were in
the kitchen, he had the door closed and locked, my pants
undone and pushed, along with my boxers, down to my ankles.
He then turned me around and pushed my upper body forward to
lean against the kitchen table.  I knew this was where I
would have my cherry popped.

I had always dreamt of my first time being on satin sheets
in Ryan's bed with candles, incense, and maybe a little
Barry White on the stereo, but it was not to be.  His moment
was not to be denied.  He suddenly stopped with a puzzled
look on his face.  He pulled off his pants, and then went to
one of the cupboards from which he pulled out a can of
Crisco.  He wasted no time in slathering some on his dick
then my ass.  He started off lubing me using two fingers.
It hurt slightly at first, but thank god, for the many
carrots and cucumbers that acted as inadequate substitutes
for Ryan.  Lubing me was a 20-second affair.  Pushing his
dick in me, like the cucumbers and carrots before him, was
slightly painful, but once all the way in, and I could feel
his pubes against my ass cheeks I knew I had lost my cherry
for good.

"Jesus, you're so fucking tight and hot.  I won't last
long." He hissed.



He slowly started pulling out his cock out of me and I was
almost ready to cry.  Right as the head was about to pop out
he started pushing in to me again, slow and deliberate in
order to prevent a premature orgasm.  On the in stroke, he
left his cock fully planted in my asshole and ground his
pubes against my ass.  I was in heaven.  His eyes were
closed, and he had a look of absolute bliss on his face.  I
felt so fulfilled to be giving my man such pleasure.   On
the next even slower out stroke he opened his eyes and
looked at me.

"Ted, with a pussy like this you have the right to be as
bitchy as you like," He coed.  "After this fuck, you're
gonna be my bitch, though," he continued.

Oh, if only he could know how much I wanted to be his bitch
or what ever else he wanted me to be for him.

I felt his dick pulsing in my love tunnel and I knew he was
very close to coming.  He speeded up the motion and started
banging me like a man possessed.  He reached under me,
grabbed on to my dick with his right hand, and squeezed
tightly.  That was all it took and I was coming.  The first
shot hit my chest the second and third was even more
powerful and hit me square in the face.  The forth and fifth
hit on my chest again, and the sixth my stomach.  The three
after that fell on the kitchen table.  During my orgasm, my
ass chute was pulsing and my ass ring had tightened up like
no body's business.  Before I my orgasm had passed his face
was, screwed up in orgasmic bliss.  With his cock all the
way up my pussy, he started to unload up me.

"Ahhhh, oh fuck." He mumbled along with some other
incoherent words.  "I'm coming in my bitch's pussy, Ahhhhhh
god yes."

After he said this, he collapsed on top of me and he kissed
me again.  When he broke off he said, "With the amount of
cum I just shot in your pussy we're gonna have triplets in
nine months guaranteed."

We both started laughing.  Ryan started pulling his dick out
of me.  I tried to reach back and to pull him back in, but I
was too late he was already out.

"Ry please put it back in" I said while I felt his cum
running out of my asshole draining down to my balls before
falling to the floor.

"Believe me Ted, there is a lot more where that came from,
but right now we're a mess we need to get cleaned up."  That
said he pick up our clothes off the floor and led me by the
hand to his room where we used the shower.


To be continued.