Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2013 07:42:48 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.back.door@hotmail.com>
Subject: RYAN FIGURES IT OUT - 10 (High School b/b  Oral  Anal)

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RYAN FIGURES IT OUT – 10



The spring prom was a big night for Kyle, only a few nights before he
graduated.  He'd been nominated for Prom King.  He didn't win, but Ryan was
proud of the picture in the newspaper of the whole prom court; Kyle was the
best looking guy there.  But it was a big night for Ryan, too.  Rick had
finally gotten a car and picked him up that evening.  Ryan assumed they'd
be going to some of the isolated spots they'd used before, but Rick said
that before it got dark he wanted to show Ryan the house his folks were
buying.

"They're renovating it now; that's why we can't move in for a while.
Redoing the kitchen. Removing part of a wall to make the master bedroom
larger; that will just leave the one bedroom upstairs.  And they're fixing
up the basement to be my room.  It's taking forever!"  He had a key, so he
showed Ryan through the house.  Ryan was impressed.  The house smelled of
wet plaster and fresh lumber.

When they went down into the basement, the walls weren't covered yet, but
the ceiling was finished.  A closet and the bathroom in the corner were
framed in but didn't have walls, either.  The high windows provided the
only light.  Rick showed him where he would put the furniture, including
his entertainment center.  Ryan realized that they were pretty well off to
be able to afford all of it.

"And this is where my bed will be."  He pulled Ryan to the empty spot, put
his arms around him, and they kissed.  "It's going to be a double bed.
Part of it is for you, Ryan."  They resumed their kiss, rocking their
midsections together, each feeling the pressure of a hard cock.  Rick
pulled back enough to unbutton Ryan's shirt, caress his smooth chest, and
then circle his arms around his back.  When Ryan moved back a bit, he
pulled Rick's t-shirt over his head and let his own shirt slide from his
arms.  They kissed again, chest to chest, their hands caressing their
backs.

"Make love to me, Ryan," Rick whispered.  "Right here.  Where I want us to
be one night soon."

Ryan's breath caught.  He said 'make love,' Ryan thought.  The first time
he's ever said anything like that. He knelt in front of Rick and unfastened
his jeans, pulling them down.  He fondled the package in the soft cotton
briefs and then sucked where the cockhead was outlined.  Rick moaned; he
placed both hands on Ryan's head and stroked his hair.  Ryan sucked harder
for a moment and then hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling the
briefs down.  As Ryan held them for him, Rick stepped out of his shoes, and
his socks, briefs, and jeans quickly dropped to the floor next to his
t-shirt.

Ryan looked up, his hands lightly stroking Rick's thighs.  He leaned in so
he could lick Rick's balls first and inhale that scent of sex he loved so
much.  He sucked gently on one ball while Rick's hard dick pressed against
his cheek.  They separated, and Rick grinned as he pulled some furniture
packing mats over from a corner.  Ryan grinned back as he stripped.

They lay on the mats for another of the 69 sessions they'd come to
love. Ryan took both of Rick's asscheeks in his hands as he pulled Rick to
him, immediately taking his cock into his mouth.  He felt his own dick
engulfed by the warm wetness of Rick's mouth.  They sucked and licked for a
while, and the unfinished concrete walls echoed the wet sounds of their
sucking.  Then Rick rolled over so he was on the top and Ryan on the
bottom; they moved without losing the dicks they were eating.

Ryan sucked the cock in deeply; he'd learned something about that from
Rick!  Rick's balls were lying across his chin as he sucked for a while.
Then he pulled himself back just a bit -- not so far that Rick couldn't
continue sucking him -- and massaged Rick's asscheeks with both hands.  He
spread them apart and worked Rick's hole with his thumbs.  Rick was moaning
into Ryan's cock as he felt his hole manipulated. Ryan raised his head
enough to watch the hole move, and then he licked it.  He pressed his face
in as much as he could; as he licked he inhaled Rick's scent, this time
including some fragrant body wash he'd used on his asshole.

Finally, his own dick wet from both Rick's mouth and his own precum, Ryan
slid out from between Rick's legs, and Rick lay on his belly.  Ryan
fingered the wet hole for a minute as he jerked his own cock to bring him
more precum.  Then he slid his wet cock into the hole waiting for him --
one long slow drive all the way down.  Rick groaned as he was filled.
After pumping with his hips a few times, Ryan raised up on his hands and
feet, fucking in and out as though he were doing push-ups.  Push-ups on
Rick's ass.  Push-up into his ass.  Pumping his cock deeply into the
pussyhole he'd gotten to know so well.  It was slow, so slow his cock was
almost in pain because of its need.  He increased his pace, and Rick's
moans became louder.

His push-ups came faster and faster until his arms couldn't take it
anymore.  He lay back down onto Rick and used his hips again, moving faster
as his cock felt even larger, ever harder, even hotter...  His arms shook;
his thighs quivered; deep inside a pressure insisted on release... With a
loud cry, Ryan shot the first of his cream into Rick's ass and pounded
faster as he poured every drop he had into that deep, dark hole.  When he
finished, he collapsed on Rick.

When he rolled to the side, Rick raised himself enough to kiss Ryan, and
they lay against each other quietly.  Then Rick took Ryan's hand and guided
it to his belly.  Ryan felt the remainder of the sticky cum that Rick had
shot while he was being fucked.  "When you fucked along my nut in there,"
he whispered, "I thought I'd go crazy.  And then I came, just when you
started shooting into me.  It was fantastic, Ryan."  The paused a minute,
then he said, "It always is."

Rick said he wanted to remember the first time they fucked each other in
his new room and didn't want to wait for the bed.  Ryan laughed.  When Rick
grinned back Ryan reached over and tickled him on his side, where he'd
discovered that Rick was very sensitive.  Rick screeched with high-pitched
laughter and tried to roll away, but Ryan rolled on top of him and tickled
both sides.  Rick was giggling now, almost uncontrolably, and pushing at
Ryan's hands.  His laughter faded quickly, and they felt a rush of hot piss
between them.

"Oo fuck," Rick moaned.  Ryan was amazed at the amount of piss Rick was
releasing, and he suddenly decided to do the same thing.  He felt his dick
turn warm, and then there was a second flow of water between them.  They
tightened their arms around each other and rolled over, still pissing.
Ryan was now getting most of it on his belly, and it felt it flow down his
sides, down onto his pissing dick, and down farther to his balls.  The piss
flow finally stopped, and the boys lay there silently, the scent of the
piss still between their wet bodies filling the air.

Ryan wasn't sure how to react.  It made him so horny to know they were both
wet with their piss!  Rick raised his head and gave Ryan a quick kiss on
his lips.  "See what you made me do," he grinned.  "Even when I was a kid,
too much tickling made me peepee."  They giggled together, but then the
movement of their piss-covered bellies, dicks and balls made them hard
again.  They humped slowly, listening to the wet, slippery sounds of their
pee.

"We have to wash this piss off," Rick finally said.  "We can't go home
smelling like urinals!"

There was no water yet in the unfinished bathroom in the basement, so,
still naked, they went up to the master bedroom.  They stepped into a huge
shower stall and turned on the water.  There wasn't any soap, so they just
used their hands on each other to rub the piss off and down the drain.
Their dicks were hard.  Rick turned Ryan to the wall and fingerfucked him
with the warm water still flowing down Ryan's back.  Then Rick stepped
closer and pressed his hard dick at Ryan's hole.  He fucked slowly inward,
and Ryan's sigh of pleasure echoed around the bathroom.  Ryan turned his
head, and the boys kissed while Rick's hips moved in and out.  As their
kiss became more passionate, he pumped harder.  He threw his head back and
grunted loudly as he shot his cum deeply into Ryan.

They stood in the warm water, Rick's cock still in Ryan's ass.  Ryan turned
his head again, and they kissed slowly.  Rick's dick slipped out, and he
turned the water off.  Only then did they realize there were no towels, so
they had to try to wipe themselves dry with their hands.  Rick had an idea
and led Ryan back down into the basement.  They used parts of the packing
mats -- the parts not soaked with piss -- to wipe off. Rick said the piss
would dry over the weekend, but he didn't know if the workmen would smell
it when they came back on Monday.  They had to leave, because it was
getting dark, and as a safety precaution the electricity in the house had
been turned off when the workmen weren't there.  They were laughing again
as they dressed.

As Rick was locking the door behind them, Ryan leaned in and said, "That
fuck in the shower didn't count, you know.  You still own me a fuck on your
bed."

Kyle left for college in mid-August.  Ryan and Rick wanted to have one last
night with him -- sort of a going away party -- in Rick's new room, but the
house wasn't ready yet.  Their going away party was at the back of the
cemetery, where they could get naked to enjoy the warm summer night -- and
suck as much as they wanted to.  Kyle jacked off as he watched Ryan fuck
Ricks he was bent over the cemetery wall.

The house was finally finished, and Rick's family moved into it a only a
few days before school would start.  One night soon afterwards Ryan
collected on the debt owed him.  Ryan arrived for dinner, the first
occasion he'd spent much time with Rick's parents; dinner was great, but
the boys were eager to move downstairs, where Rick's folks throught they'd
be watching movies all night.  At the bottom of the stairs, they reached
for each other and began one of the kisses Ryan loved so much.  It was slow
and deliberate, deep and wet.  While they were kissing, Ryan took Rick's
arm and moved it down until Rick's hand was on his ass.  "You owe me a fuck
on your bed, you know."  Rick slipped his hand inside the back of Ryan's
jeans, under the waistband of the briefs and slid his finger down into
Ryan's warm, damp crack until he found his asshole.

Ryan whispered into his ear, "I want your cock really bad."

They walked to opposite sides of Rick's bed and stood watching each other
strip.  When they were completely naked, each stroked his own dick lightly
while he looked the other over.  Rick grinned and pointed behind Ryan, and
Ryan turned to find a large full-length mirror behind him.  "This way I can
see your cock and your ass at the same time, lover-boy."  Rick wiggled his
finger, motioning Ryan to follow him.  They went into Rick's bathroom.

Rick put his arms around Ryan's waist and looked him in the eye.  "Let's
shower," he said.  "But first..."  He hesitated.  "You remember...  When
you tickled me..."

"And you pissed all over us," Ryan grinned.  Then his grin slowly left his
face.  "You want to do it again... don't you?  You want to peepee on me..."

"No," Rick said slowly.  "I want both of us... to do it."  He stopped.  "It
just felt so... warm and... intimate and..."

Ryan's dick had been hard as they stood together, but now it lurched
between them.  Ryan grinned.  "And sexy," he finished for Rick.

Rick pulled Ryan into the shower.  Ryan wasn't sure what to do, so he let
Rick begin this new adventure.  Rick stood back a bit and pointed his dick
at Ryan.  "It's naughty, isn't it?" he grinned.

"And sexy," Ryan grinned back.

Ryan watched the first brief dribble of piss fall out of the little hole in
Rick's cock, and then suddenly the rush of a hard, steady stream.  He
watched it hit his inner thigh and felt the warmth spread over him as it
flooded downward.  He watched the stream move upward slowly until it was
hitting his chest; the piss ran down now to wet and warm his pubes and
dick.  He suddenly wanted the rush of warm water to hit his nipples, and he
stooped slightly so Rick could moved the stream even higher.  Ryan gasped
when the force of the hot spray hit one nipple and then the other.  He
sighed as the stream was flowing down, down to his dick and onto his balls,
covering his sex with such an unbelievable sensation.  Not warm water
running over them, but warm piss, fresh from a boy's dick.  When he
realized Rick's piss flow was lessening, he lowered his hands to his thighs
and pulled up as much of Rick's piss as he could to his nipples, washing
them with his thumbs...

"My god, Rick!"  Ryan stood with his mouth agape.  "That was so fucking..."

"Sexy," Rick finished for him with a grin.  "But now you owe me, lover boy.
Wet me down good."

Ryan held his dick up and waited for his flow to begin.  When he moved the
stream, he watched the warm water run down Rick's legs, first one and then
the other.  He moved his stream up to Rick's chest and his nipples; he
played it left and right from nipple to nipple.  Then he lowered it again
to thoroughly wash Rick's pubes, then his dick and balls.  When he
finished, Rick ran his hands over his piss-wet body and grinned.

"Fucking sexy," Ryan repeated.  And they stepped together for a deep kiss,
their piss-soaked bodies pressed tightly together.

After a quick shower, they returned to the bed, and Rick again pointed to
the mirror behind Ryan.  Ryan didn't look.  It wasn't the boy in the mirror
he wanted, but the one on the other side of the bed.  They climbed onto the
bed, their hard cocks bouncing, and met in the middle.  They held each
other as they kissed again, and Ryan pulled away only to lick at Rick's
ear, around it and then into it.

"Ooooo fuck, Ryan..."

Ryan felt Rick's chest expand as he inhaled deeply for a long sigh.

"I'm so fucking glad we found each other," Rick said.  "I was so afraid it
would be forever before I found somebody to be with.  And I want this so
much."

They lay back onto the cool sheets on the bed.  "I was waiting, too," Ryan
said, "and I guess I didn't even know it.  I can't tell you how hard it's
been for me to admit to myself I'm gay, that what I want is so different
than what... other guys want... what I'm supposed to want."  He stroked
Rick's chest.  He kissed Rick's cheek.  "There's no quesiton now.  I know
what I want.  I think it's the same thing you want."

Rick rolled him over quickly and kissed a nipple.  He licked it and then
sucked, pulling it deeply into his mouth.  "I want you."  He kissed lightly
down the center of Ryan's belly and licked in to his bellybutton.  He
rubbed his face over the pubes and licked at the base of Ryan's cock.  Then
he held it with one hand and licked it up and down, down and up, listening
to Ryan's moans.  He moved his tongue up and around the wet cockhead,
loving the sweetness of Ryan's precum, and then he sucked it in.  He nursed
on the cockhead for a while and then slowly slid it deeper inside.  When
Ryan's cockhead was at the entrance to his throat he swallowed, and Ryan
groaned loudly as he fucked his dick in and out.

"Awww god yeaaa..."  Ryan held Rick's head with both hands and felt like
his whole body was entering Rick's mouth.  "Awww fuck take it deep
deeeeeeep oooo..."  The feeling... like he was being swallowed... all of
him, his whole body, swallowed deeply into Rick... deep...

Then Ryan held still.  He knew that Rick loved to work on the cock himself,
loved to feel that he was giving all the pleasure to Ryan.  Ryan curled his
fingers through Rick's soft hair and watched his head move slowly up and
down the stiff cock in his throat.  The quiet, wet sounds of cock and mouth
continued as Rick nursed on Ryan's dick.  His tongue seldom left the soft
surface of it, whether the cock was in or out of his mouth.  Then Rick
released it and let the hard cock slap against his face as he moved his
tongue to the tender ballsac below.  Ryan groaned and opened his legs
wider, offering his sex to Rick.

After Rick had licked Ryan's balls for a while, he moved up a bit so he
could lay his head on Ryan's stomach.  He watched the wet cock only inches
from his face as his fingers toyed with it, moving the soft skin of the
shaft, rubbing his fingers over the spongy cockhead, and bouncing the cock
against his fingers.  "Your dick is really beautiful, Ryan," Rick said
softly.  "I love the feel of it.  Almost like velvet against my fingers.
And so warm."  He traced the crown of the cockhead with one finger.  "Is it
possible that any guy -- even a straight guy -- doesn't know how beautiful
a thing his dick is?"

"I remember playing with it when I was little," Ryan smiled.  "In the
bathtub.  Even before it got hard.  Such a little thing.  But when I
touched it, it felt so exciting."  He moved his head so he could watch Rick
play with his dick.  "My peter," Ryan said.  "That's what I called it.
Well, to myself.  I never said it out loud, of course.  And it was mine and
mine alone and nobody could make me stop playing with something that made
me feel so good."

"Me," Rick said, still watching himself finger Ryan's hardon, "I loved to
watch mine when I peed.  Even when I was little I liked to spread my legs
wide on the toilet so I could look down to watch it!"  He chuckled.  "I
didn't know anything about sex -- not even what it was.  All I knew was
that I really loved my dick and what I could do with it.  Then I got to
playing with it all the time in bed and found out how great it felt when it
was stiff."

"Yeah," Ryan grinned.  "I wanted to tell every boy at school I could get a
stiffie, too!  I knew better than that, of course.  I was afraid to talk
about it at all.  And when one of the boys would say something about a
stiffie, it was all I could do to keep my mouth shut!"  He remembered
something he hadn't thought about in a long time.  "One of the boys -- this
was in the sixth grade -- liked to show his stiffie to anybody who wanted
to see it.  He'd pull it out in the boys' room and let guys watch him get
it hard.  And then he got caught doing it on the playground one day.  He
got sent to the principal's office, and his parents had to come get him.
That convinced me for sure -- showing your peter to somebody was a bad
thing to do.  As much as I wanted to show mine or see somebody else's, I
was afraid."

"What's a bad thing," Rick said, moving to rest on an elbow as he looked at
Ryan, "is making boys feel like that, like their dicks are evil things,
that a boy who likes his dick and plays with it is the most horrible person
in the world."  He ran his fingers lightly over Ryan's chest.  "I knew I
was a bad boy, Ryan.  I knew for sure I was rotten inside because of what I
liked to do with my dick.  I grew up thinking of myself that way.  Bad.
Rotten."

Ryan raised his hand to Rick's face and stroked his cheek with his
fingertips.  "I know," he said sadly.

They were silent for a minute.  "We're so much... alike," Rick said.  "We
share a lot, don't we?  The good stuff and the bad stuff."

"I am so glad I have you to share it with, Rick," Ryan whispered.

Rick lowered his face, and their lips met gently.  Rick lay his forehead on
Ryan's shoulder a moment.  He spoke quietly, and so close to Ryan's ear
that Ryan could feel his breath there.  "I love you, Ryan."  He lay his
head on Ryan's chest.

Ryan stroked Rick's hair for a moment.  His voice had caught in his throat.
"I love you, too, Rick," he said hoarsely.  He swallowed and said it again,
"I love you, too, Rick.

Rick raised his head.  He saw the wetness in Ryan's eyes, and he felt it in
his own.  He lowered his face to Ryan again, and they kissed, wrapping
their arms around each other.  It was a kiss like no other they had shared.
It was the kiss of young lovers who have just shared for the first time the
deepest emotion anyone can feel.  They relaxed together without speaking
for a while.  With their arms around each other, they shared the warmth of
two teen boys each of whom could give what the other needed.

Their fingers slowly resumed their exploration of each other, and their
breathing deepened.  Clutching the hair on Ryan's head, Rick pulled his
face to him and kissed his lips hard.  Ryan opened his mouth and greedily
sucked at the tongue that entered it.  Rolling on top of his lover, Ryan
pressed his body into him hard, rocking his hips as their cocks urged on
their lust.  Rick placed his hands on Ryan's ass cheeks and pulled them
more tightly together; his fingers raced to the hole deep inside the crack
and found it.  The two forefingers toyed with Ryan's asshole, pulling it,
turning it, opening and closing it, one entering it and then the other.

Ryan jerked his head back from Rick's lips and shoved himself onto one of
the fingers in his hole.  "Awww fuck my hole, Rick... give me your
cock... fuck I want you inside so bad...!"

The boys changed positions quickly.  On his back, Ryan watched; Rick spread
his legs wide and then raised on of them over his shoulder.  Rick sucked on
two fingers for a moment and then rapidly located the pussy he wanted so
badly.  He shoved his fingers in.  Ryan gasped as his ass felt the invasion
almost without warning.  Rick pulled the two fingers out and then shoved
them in a second time.

Breathing with shallow breaths, Ryan gasped, "Fuck me Rick I want you I
want you inside fuckme fuck me..."

Rick looked at the pussy his fingers had opened.  He sucked on his fingers
again and tasted the place where he wanted his cock to be.  Still holding
one of Ryan's legs high, he used his other hand to hold his cock at Ryan's
entrance for only a moment, and then he shoved in hard.  "Yeaaaa..."
Rick's hoarse whisper became more breathy as he shoved his cock in deeper,
opening the slick insides of his lover.  Down to the bottom, down, deep,
until his pubes were pressed tightly against Ryan's ass.

"Yes love me like that love me like that..."  Ryan felt his gut suddenly
filled with the heat and hardness of a cock.  He was just as suddenly
emptied as it pulled up, and then he gasped again as the cock was rammed
inside.  "O fuck yea o fuck yea..."

Rick watched as though he were somehow detacted.  His deep red hard shaft
pumped in and out of the hole that held it so tightly.  He watched it move
again and again, fuck in and out over and over.  He watched the cock -- his
cock -- invaded the pussyhole like it owned it, controlled it, like it
belonged in there as deeply as it wanted to go, as hard and fast as it
could move...

But Rick wanted to be in control.  He didn't want to shoot his jizz too
soon; he wanted to live inside that hot ass for a while.  He closed his
eyes and threw back his head as he deliberately slowed his attack on Ryan's
ass.  He listened as the wet sound of fucking gradually slowed and looked
back down at his cock resumed a more gentle stroking of Ryan's pussy.  Rick
smiled to himself.  Maybe the only think more beautiful than a cock, he
thought, is a cock fucking the ass where it belongs.  In and out, and with
each stroke Rick was telling Ryan again how much he loved him.
Fucking... in and out...

Ryan heard his breath slow as the cock in his ass slowed.  He couldn't see
the cock fucking him; he could only see Rick's face as he looked down at
where his cock was fucking.  Ryan watched the smile of deep contentment
spread slowly over Rick's face.  And Ryan began to push himself back into,
onto, the cock entering him again and again.  Each shove was a little
harder than the one before; each push of himself onto the fucking cock
brought another rush of passion for his lover, another and more urgent need
to be filled by him.

They began to rock into each other.  Lying on his back, Ryan couldn't move
himself very much, but Rick responded to each motion with a deep thrust.
Their breathing became louder until it becam low moans -- one boy giving
his cock completely to the other, the other boy giving his ass fully to the
other -- moaning as their need grew and grew.  Ryan's groans were now
forced out of him as Rick shoved his cock harder and harder into the tight
ass.  Rick's groans became grunts as his nut inside began to send its
signals to his balls as his shaft harded impossibly more and his cockhead
expanded with new heat and his juice sped from his insides up through his
shaft out of his cockhead...

"AAhhhhhhheeeeeee... uuhhhhh uuhhhhh uuhhhhh..."  Rick sounded as though he
were in deep pain, such throes of pleasure, as his cum shot hard over and
over into Ryan... "Eeeeeeeeehhhhh...  eeehhhhhh..."

And his song was joined by the song of the boy he was lovefucking.
"Mmmmmmmm...oooohhhhh..."

Until Rick was emptied completely.  And Ryan was filled completely.  Rick
lowered himself onto Ryan, and they lay together.  Gasping.  Satisfied.
Loving.