Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2013 09:15:25 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.back.door@hotmail.com>
Subject: RYAN FIGURES IT OUT - 11 (High School b/b  Oral  Anal)

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RYAN FIGURES IT OUT – 11



Ryan continued to be a good student, focusing in his junior year especially
on his English and speech courses.  He and Rick continued to have frequent
sleepovers in Rick's new room, and Ryan realized they were coming to be
very close.  Ryan was finally talked into taking a small part in the school
play, and he convinced Rick to volunteer to work with the stage crew.
Rick, who had transfered into Springfield High as a senior, wasn't sure
he'd fit in with so many students he didn't know yet; one of Ryan's selling
points was the time they could spend together after those rehearsals were
over.  It wasn't long before Rick realized he fit in very well.

Ryan was surprised later in the fall when he was designated Springfield
High's delegate to a weeklong leadership conference to be held in January.
It was held on the campus of a large university, using a former dorm to
house participants.  It would be the first time Ryan had spent any length
of time away from home, and he was both excited and aprehensive about it.

At the orientation the first evening they introduced the staff person
assigned for each floor of the dorm; the one for Ryan's floor was a college
student named Gary.  He hardly looked older than Ryan, though he said he
was 19.  He was shorter than Ryan but very compact; he looked like he
worked out seriously.  Back in the dorm Gary walked around introducing
himself to all the boys, and later in the evening boys began to gather in
various rooms to talk.  Ryan was surprised that most of them wore only
briefs in the dorm, but he was pleased, too.  There were a few who didn't,
but Ryan joined a group wearing his briefs.  They all looked pretty sexy,
he thought.

When Gary walked into the room, the conversation stopped immediately.  Gary
was wearing only briefs, too, but they were so brief they barely covered
his groin.  And they were made of some stretchy material that hugged his
ass and his crotch.  The boys all looked but hurriedly resumed the
conversation, none of them wanting to be caught staring at Gary.  Ryan
joined the conversation, but he got a good covert look at the college hunk
they'd be living with for a week.

He had very dark hair with dark eyes and a complexion that made him look
like he'd just stepped off the beach somewhere.  His black briefs
complimented it all.  His chest, lightly sprinkled with small dark hairs,
had great pecs and large, dark nipples.  His shoulders and biceps were
well-developed, and he had the most defined six-pack Ryan had ever seen.
Strong thighs and muscular calves.  Ryan realized he was having difficulty
keeping his dick down; he stepped behind a chair. But he saw there were a
few other dicks getting stiff, too.  Gary spent some time with them and
then left to visit other rooms where guys had gathered.

It was pretty late when the boys all went to their own rooms.  The roommate
assigned to Ryan's room hadn't shown up; he heard later he'd gotten sick.
After taking a shower -- one big shower room with dicks and asses
everywhere -- he stripped and lay on his bed.  He tried to remember
everything he could about Gary as he slowly stroked his dick.  He wondered
how many other guys were jerking their dicks -- in the toilet stalls, in
their beds, wherever.  And Gary -- was he jacking off?

The next day was filled with seminars that were more like classes at
school, but Ryan enjoyed them.  He sat at a long table for lunch with
others from his floor, and Gary joined them.  The evening was free after
dinner, and there were some more almost-naked-boy groups on the floor.  He
waited until late to take his shower, thinking there might be enough
privacy there to jack off in the warm water.  But as soon as he turned the
shower on, Gary stepped in.  Ryan found himself breathing very deeply as he
looked the beautiful body over again when it was glistening with water.
And Gary's dick was as pretty as the rest of him.  A small bush of very
dark hair -- was it trimmed? -- from which came a dark, thick cock swinging
with Gary's movements.  His balls were pulled up because of the water, but
they were obviously big.

Goddamn!  Ryan turned to the wall quickly when he realized he'd sprung a
huge boner.  He couldn't tell if Gary had noticed.  He watched his
showermate out of the corner of his eye.  He was afraid to step out and dry
off while Gary was still there at the benches because he knew he couldn't
get his boner down now.  Not after what he'd seen.  We waited until he
thought Gary had left; then he turned the water off and stepped around the
wall to the benches.  But Gary was still there, slowly drying that
beautiful body...  And Ryan's dick responded by standing up even higher.
He blushed and turned away.

"You're Ryan, right?"

"Yeah," Ryan replied, trying to be busy drying himself.

"Takes a while for me to get to know all the names."  Ryan heard Gary
chuckle at himself.  "And you know I'm always around if you've got any
questions about the week.  Or any problems."  Ryan turned his head to look
over his shoulder.  Gary was standing there, completely uncovered, and his
dick was semi-hard.  Ryan felt his own cock lurch, and he hasitly covered
it with his towel.  "My room is the last on on the floor," Gary said with a
smile, a big smile with his dark red lips and white teeth.  "It's a single
room, one of the perks for helping out here.  Come down and see me, Ryan.
We can get to know each other."

And Gary tied the towel around his middle and walked out.  Ryan's dick was
throbbing, and he couldn't help but touch it.  Was that an invitation?
What was he supposed to do?  He walked back to his room.  He remembered his
night with Ben at the speech meet, where he was so uncertain about what to
do that nothing at all happened until Ben initiated it.  Is this another
time like that?  But Gary is older than me, he thought.  He wouldn't want a
high school student...  But he did make an invitation...

Ryan kept his eye on Gary on the next day; he was on a couple of panels and
led a discussion group.  Ryan wasn't assigned to that group, but he crashed
it.  Nobody even seemed to notice.  He wanted to watch Gary.  And somehow
Gary seemed to know that; he kept glancing at Ryan, smiling with those lips
and white teeth.  Ryan didn't see him all afternoon, but Gary was at his
table again that evening.  He didn't say a word about inviting Ryan to
anything; it was a though nothing at all had happened.  Ryan took his
shower earlier that night.  He thought he'd be too embarrassed over his
assumptions about Gary -- or too hard.

The next eveing some of the guys gathered in one of the more popular rooms
again, most of them in briefs or boxers as usual.  Ryan was more
comfortable with them after a few days and joined in the conversation.  It
was the room of a couple of guys named Steve and Alan, and it was rather
late when Ryan realized he was the only one remaining in the room with
them.  They seemed in no hurry to get to bed and continued talking, so Ryan
decided to stick around.

Somehow Ryan wasn't all that surprised when Steve -- who was about 16, too,
and a slender blond -- began to slowly stroke his dick through his cotton
briefs.  Alan -- about the same age, and a stocky boy with black hair on
his head and chest -- grinned and began to play with his dick, too, moving
it against his thigh inside his boxers.  Neither one of them said anything,
but they looked at Ryan to see his reaction.

Ryan smiled and stroked the dick that had stiffened in his briefs.  The
roommates were sitting on their beds, across from each other, and Ryan was
in a chair; they all opened their legs to enjoy the sensations any teen boy
loves to feel down there.  Steve was the first to pull his dick out, and
just a moment later pulled his briefs completely off.  Alan pulled his
boxers off, and Ryan did the same with his briefs.  Three naked teens, legs
spread, hard cocks throbbing between their thighs, and sighs of
satisfaction as they resumed their jack off session.

Steve's dick was impressive.  It had to be almost seven inches long and
very thick He lay back against the bolster and sighed deeply as he used
both hands to work his cock.  Alan's dick was smaller, probably not more
that just over four inches, but Alan was sure enjoying it.

"Alan and I decided to hell with it; we wanted to jack off, so we just
decided we might as well," Steve said.

"We wondered if somebody might like to join us," Alan grinned.  "At home
I've got a regular jack off buddy.  Steve nodded; apparently he did too.
"How about you," Alan asked Ryan.

Ryan grinned and said he did, too.  He wasn't about admit to having a
fuckbuddy.  He stroked slowly, using one hand.  The other two began to
speed up, and Steve resumed using both hands on his cock.  He was
continually pulling them up the thick, glistening shaft, then releasing his
dick and repeating the move.  Alan seemed content to stroke regularly.
Ryan stroked with them, and soon there were moans and sighs of lust in the
room.

Steve slowly arched his body and grunted as his dick shot a long rope of
cum high; it fell on Steve's thigh as other, less powerful shots, followed.
Apparently that was all Alan needed to see.  He moaned long and low and his
dick spewed a string of cum and followed it with several more spurts.  Ryan
waited a moment, enjoying the sight of the blond with his thigh covered
with sex juice, and then he stroked faster.  He'd jacked off every night
he'd been there, and one night in the shower, too, but his cock produced
his usual strong blast of jizz in the first shot, followed by two more not
quite as strong; and then the rest of his load oozed out of his cockhead
and over his fingers.

All three remained still for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of a great
cum.  Then Steve reached around behind him for a box of tissues, took a
handful, and tossed the box to Alan.  Guess that's the way they do it, Ryan
thought; what a waste of good cum.  He took tissues from the box, too, and
cleaned himself up.  Ryan went back to his room and licked the remaining
cum from around his dick and pubes, pulled his briefs back up and went to
the shower room.  Under the water he remembered every movement of the two
others, and especially the way Steve's cum shot so high into the air.  Ryan
had another very good cum under the warm spray.  His dick was still red and
only semi-soft when he stepped out of the shower to see Gary standing
there, ready to get into a shower stall himself.  Gary grinned, and Ryan
walked back to his room.

The next day Steve and Alan acted as thought nothing unusual had happened.
Guess they just lucked into the right roommates, Ryan thought.  After the
afternoon session, he was leaving the room when Gary stepped up and walked
with him.  Gary said, "I was hoping you'd get down to my room sometime,
Ryan."

Ryan felt fluttering in his stomach.  "Um..."

Gary continued, "A good looking guy like you should get a good massage
before leaving here, don't you think?"  Gary looked deliberately and
pointedly at Ryan's crotch.  "After your shower tonight, why don't you come
on down?"  He walked on without waiting for a response.

Fuck!  I could hardly miss his meaning that time, Ryan thought.  He found
himself a little nervous during the dinner hour.  He deliberately went into
a room other than Steve's and Alan's, so they wouldn't be expecting a
repeat of the night before.  He waited for a while and then took his towel
and went into the shower room.  He showered quickly.  His cock was hard and
insisting on attention.  He dried off, took his towel back to his room,
pulled on a pair of light blue briefs, looked out the door to see if anyone
was in the hall, and then walked to Gary's room.

Gary opened the door at the first knock; he was wearing his black low-rise
high-cut briefs.  Ryan walked in, very conscious of the hard dick in his
own briefs.  Gary closed the door and turned to him.  Without a word, Gary
put his arms around Ryan and pulled him in for a kiss.  Ryan was startled
but returned the kiss enthusiastically. Their tongues licked and probed as
their groins found a rhythm.

"Wait," Ryan said when they broke their kiss.  "I have to know.  How did
you know... about me?"

Gary grinned and said, "I didn't.  Not until you knocked at the door.  I
figured if you were interested, you get down here.  If not, you could write
me off as some kind of pervert."  Gary moved his hands down to Ryan's ass
and pulled him tighter.

They hadn't broken the rhythm of their grinding crotches.  "If you're a
pervert," Ryan said, "your my kind of pervert."  They kissed again, and
when Gary released him Ryan noticed a white sheet covering the single bed,
which had been pulled into the middle of the room.  There were various
bottles on a chair next to it.

"I meant it when I said massage," Gary said.  "I love giving massages."
Without another word he quickly pulled Ryan's briefs down; Ryan dick sprang
up, freed of the confinment, but Gary ignored it.  He moved Ryan over to
the bed and lay him on it, face down.  As he rubbed a sweet-smelling oil
onto Ryan's shoulders, he said, "We'll have to keep it quiet in here, you
understand."

Ryan sighed deeply.  Gary's hands were strong and gripped his shoulders
hard before the fingers worked their way in to his spine and then repeated.

"I'm assistant student coach for the football team," Gary said quietly.  "I
do almost all their massages.  And they seem to be appreciated.  I've even
been known to give private massages," Gary continued.  "Especially," he
whispered into Ryan's ear, "to somebody as pretty as you."

Ryan took the compliment, not knowing what to say.  Then he didn't care,
because Gary's hands worked more of the oil onto his back.  Ryan closed his
eyes and felt the strong fingers work his muscles up and down, from his
shoulders to the small of his back.  Then his waist.  He moaned softly when
the hands worked his asscheeks, one at a time.  The warm moisture was
worked into his crack; the fingers moved over his hole.  The massage
continued down the back of one thigh and then the other.  Then his calves.
Then his feet.  Ryan had no idea a foot massage could be so erotic.  Then
it was all repeated, from shoulders to feet.  Three times.  Ryan felt like
he had simply melted into the bed.  He'd never felt so relaxed
and... wonderful.

He let Gary turn him over and put his arms above his head.  Ryan knew his
dick, semi-soft, would grow as the massage continued.  Gary started with an
arm, wrist to shoulder, and then the warm moist hand moved into his
underarm.  It was repeated on his other arm.  The oil was even more
fragrant as Gary rubbed his chest, his fingers passing over his nipples
again and again.  Abs.  Down one thigh to the foot, and another sensuous
foot massage.  The other arm.  Underarm.  Chest again.  Abs and thigh down
to the foot again.  Ryan hardly noticed that his dick was as relaxed as the
rest of him.

But that private part of him hadn't received a massage.  That changed when
warm hands and oil massaged the cleft between his inner thigh and then his
balls.  Slowly and so very gently.  The other side.  His cock was now
raging hard.  The hands moved slowly around the base, rubbing the root of
his cock and his pubes.  Ryan gasped when the hands moved slowly up his
engorged cock.  All the way to the cockhead.  He moaned as it happened
again.  And again.  One hand held his shaft as the other caressed his
cockhead slowly.

"MMmmmmm..." Ryan moaned.

"Quietly, pretty boy," Gary whispered into his ear.

His cock felt like it was inflamed now.  The oil and the hands heated it,
hardened it.  Again and again.  The pleasure at his cock slowly changed to
a near-pain, and Ryan panted as his groin quivered under the hands.  Then
one hand returned to work on his slick balls.  The other slid a finger
under him and up into his crack, seeking his entrance.  The hot wet finger
circled his hole, which tightened reflexively at the touch, circled and
massaged.  His balls felt so warm.  And the finger gently slipped into his
hole.  Its massage continued inside him, his tissue now moist with its own
juices and well as the oil.  One hand returned to climb and descend his
rock-hard pole.  And the finger moved in and out of his ass.  It was all so
slow it was almost painful.  Up and down.  In and out.  Again again...

Then there was nothing. Ryan felt a weight lowered upon him and opened his
eyes to see Gary was lying fully on top of him.  The strong, muscular body
moved over and across his own.  At some point Gary had removed his briefs.
Ryan could feel the hard cock moving between them.  Ryan breathed deeply as
Gary massaged his entire body with his own body.  Feeling a softness at his
lips, Ryan opened his eyes a moment to see Gary offering a kiss.  Ryan
closed his eyes and felt the soft moist lips over his own, even as the hard
wet cock rolled against his dick.  Gary's tongue pressed inward, and then
both tongues danced together.

Gary finally moved away from him.  Ryan watched as Gary took a warm moist
cloth and washed his dick and balls.  Then Gary washed his own.  Gary's
cock was well over seven inches, and on his shorter, muscular body it
looked even more enormous. His cockhead was almost purple, large and
pulsing.

Gary leaned in and whispered into Ryan's ear, "Remember, pretty one.
Quietly."

Then he placed his body over Ryan's in the 69 position.  Ryan found he was
aching to taste that big dick, and his tongue licked across it only once
before his lips opened.  The hot cockhead filled his mouth, and he sucked
and licked on it.  Gary was remaining still and letting Ryan's tongue
explore.

Gary's own tongue wasn't still, though.  He licked up and down the six
inches below him, feeling the heat against his lips and tasting cock
against his tongue.  He worked Ryan's cockhead in his mouth for a while,
then let it slip out and his tongue moved down to the balls.

Ryan had found Gary's big balls, too.  He licked them hungrily and then
sucked against one and then the other.  He slipped one ball into his mouth
and nursed on it; he felt one of his own balls sucked into Gary's mouth.
Tongues licked, mouths sucked, and for the moment two hard, wet cocks were
abandoned to swing in the air, searching for more.  When Ryan felt Gary's
tongue move below his ballsac, he followed the lead.  Ryan sucked in his
breath as the tongue licked downward toward his crack and just barely into
it.  He copied the movement.  Since Gary wasn't yet seeking Ryan's hole,
Ryan followed that lead, too.

They lasted a long time until, apparently, Gary's arms tired.  They rolled
over on the narrow bed to allow Ryan to be on top and resumed their 69.
They kissed balls and cockheads.  They sucked shafts and balls.  They
licked everything their tongues could reach.  Their low, muffled groans
came and went.  Still they nursed on each other's sex as though they were
both starving for it.  Only after a long while did Gary gently moved Ryan
over, and they lay together, holding each other tightly on the narrow bed.

Gary kissed Ryan's ear and licked it, washing inside it with his tongue.
"You're so hot, Ryan.  Fuck, you are.  I am so glad you got down here."
Ryan could barely hear the words, even though Gary was whispering directly
into his ear.  "I need to cum as much as you do, pretty boy.  Suck me
first, and then I'll treat your dick to a great blow job."  He kissed Ryan
on the lips.  Still whispering, "Play with my ass all you want.  But no
fucking.  Not tonight.  I'll explain later."

Ryan felt Gary's body relax as his opened his legs to let Ryan between
them.  Ryan stroked the muscular thighs for a moment as he looked down on
the strong chest, its nipples taut.  The pecs moved only slightly, but
Gary's abs moved more noticeably as he breathed.  Ryan lowered his face to
the sex he wanted so badly, held the hige dick in one hand and he licked
the cockhead and shaft.  He tasted the new sweetness as Gary offered him
more precum.  He slipped the cock into his mouth and sucked as his fingers
moved to the warm sac below to toy with the big balls there.  He sucked
slowly and allowed his finger to move down to the hole he wanted, needed,
to feel.

He found the tight pucker and rolled his finger over it.  He pressed
slightly and opened it.  Ryan's finger slid in deeper, feeling the hot, wet
tissue.  He rolled his finger, wiggled it, turned it.  All the while, he
was sucking the biggest cock that had ever been in his mouth.  No fucking,
he thought.  Not tonight.  What does that mean?  Play with my ass, he
said...  So Ryan did.  He paid as much attention to the movement of his
finger, eventually working a second one in, as he did to the movement of
his lips and tongue.  Sucking, fingerfucking...

He felt Gary's body tense.  He kept one finger in the hot ass, still
working it, as he increased the pace of his sucking.  Gary was moving his
hips now, pushing more of his cock into Ryan's mouth.  Ryan felt it hit the
back of his throat, and he resisted a gag reflex.  He pumped his face up
and down, matching the movement of Gary's hips below him.  He heard Gary
suck in one long gasp, and he he felt the cock in his mouth throb harder.
He moved his mouth up just in time to catch the first volly of cum that
shot from the big cockhead.  He swallowed quickly, remembering to continue
to work his finger, and the next shot filled his mouth.  He swallowed and
lost count of the number of shots.  He could taste it better as they
lessened, and he rolled his tongue around his own mouth for the taste as he
licked Gary's spent cockhead.

Then he fell to Gary's side, his body on top of Gary, and they breathed
deeply together.

Ryan was still moving his tongue to taste every bit of Gary's cum when Gary
moved down between his legs.  Instead of moving directly to his dick, Gary
reached underneath and probed his ass to find his hole.  Ryan raised a bit
to give him better access.  The finger went in deeply in one thrust, and
Ryan gasped.  Gary left his finger in deep as he moved his face closer to
Ryan's dick.  The cockhead was wet with precum, and Gary blew on it; Ryan's
cock lurched in response.  Then Gary opened his mouth and sucked the dick
in.  Ryan felt his cock slide over Gary's warm tongue.  It stopped at the
opening of Gary's throat.  Ryan's cock throbbed wildly when he felt the
throat open; Gary lowered his face onto the shaft and let it slowly enter
his throat.

Ryan could hardly keep still as he felt his dick swallowed.  He was holding
his breath when he finally felt Gary's lips on his pubes.  He looked down
to see Gary's face tight against him, the entire cock inside that hot
mouth!  Ryan couldn't contain a low, deep groan.  He threw his head back as
the throat muscles worked against his dick.  Gary slowly raised his head
until only the cockhead was inside.  Then he went down again, all the way
down, until Ryan could feel those lips on his hairs.  Ryan wanted to scream
aloud, and he clenched his lips together.  Gary swallowed him slowly two
more times, the last time working his finger in Ryan's ass at the same
time.

Gary pulled back to lick the deep red cockhead.  While a finger still
fingerfucked, his tongue licked up and down the sides of the shaft.  He
flicked his tongue over the lips of the cockhead, making it flex in his
hand.  He sucked, washing the cockhead around and around inside his mouth.
And still he fingerfucked the boy beneath him. Ryan's cock was aching for
relief, but Gary kept everthing slow.  He went even slower and more gently
when he felt Ryan getting too close to the edge.  And still the finger
fucked in and out, again and again.

Gary changed his position a bit and took Ryan's cock into his mouth from
the side.  He could press his finger into the hot ass a little farther that
way, and Ryam writhed beneath the mouth working his dick.  Sucking quickly,
slowing.  Getting to the edge, slowing.  Ryan had never felt such a need
for release.  He was almost ready to beg to be allowed to cum.

Then Gary moved the finger in his ass just a little deeper and onto his
prostate.  He had touched it a few times with the fingerfucking, but he'd
never stayed there long.  Now he massaged it with his fingertip as he
sucked just the cockhead, moving his tongue over it slowly.

Ryan clenched the sheet in his fist to try to keep quiet.  His ass was on
fire deep inside, deep, where his nut there was so very hard...  His
cockhead was throbbing; each time the tongue moved over it or the lips
tightened around the crown, he groaned inwardly.  Finally, it happened.
His prostate hardened like a rock, then clenched tight.  His sex juices
shot past his balls and then up into his shaft.  His cocklips opened.  And
he exploded with cum!  He thrust his hips upward as his cock spewed his
jizz into Gary's mouth.  The sucking continued, and Ryan quivered inside as
his cock exploded again and again...

It finally ended.  His dick remained in Gary's mouth.  Ryan heard himself
whimpering softly.  He moaned again as he felt Gary's tongue clean his
cockhead and then his shaft.  Gary lay beside him again.  It was quiet,
except for the harshness of Ryan's breathing.  And then his breathing
slowed.

"You are wonderful, pretty boy."  Gary sat up next to him.  He smiled and
whispered, "Here's what we'll do.  Take my towel and soap to the shower and
wash off that oil; otherwise you'll smell like a flower garden in the
morning and get everybody here hard.  Tomorrow night, take your shower.
Get really clean.  All over.  I've got a master key to all the rooms, and
the ones on the fourth floor aren't being used.  Come to room 412 around 1
am.  And bring that sweet ass with you."

Gary leaned in, and they kissed deeply, sensously.  Then Ryan got up.  He
did what Gary told him to do.  And when got to his room and lay on his bed,
he had only moments to wonder what might await the next night before he
fell asleep.