Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2013 07:54:00 -0600 From: Charles Hughes <the.back.door@hotmail.com> Subject: RYAN FIGURES IT OUT - 14 (High School b/b Oral Anal) This is a fictional "coming of age" story about a high school student and his friends, all minors. If you are not 18 years of age or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2012 Charles Hughes, All rights reserved I am always happy to hear from readers and receive their comments. I will try to answer all emails. Please use the title of the story as the Subject (emails with attachments are deleted and not opened) and use this address: the.back.door@hotmail.com A note to readers: This story is one of the "Springfield Stories" cycle, all taking place in the fictional town of Springfield. The time frames of the stories overlap, so sometimes characters in one story will also appear in another, as they do in this story. You need not read the previous stories to read others. The Springfield Stories are Tyler Becomes a Man, Mike Gets a Job, The Springfield Jerkoffs, Just Ordinary Guys, and Tomas and the Dick. Except for the first in the list, they are all in Young Friends, though they sometimes follow the characters through high school and beyond. There are links to these and all my stories listed under my name on Nifty's Prolific Authors page. And THIS IS IMPORTANT: Readers, if you enjoy reading the stories at Nifty, please consider making a donation so their work can continue. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html RYAN FIGURES IT OUT - 14 Danny let Ryan work three more days before deciding what to do with his newest employee. Ryan just wasn't working out. He didn't even look good. Not sick. Just not good. And there was obviously something -- some worry, some concern -- that was not allowing Ryan to focus on his job. And it's probably none of my business, Danny thought, as he watched Ryan at work. But after those three days, Danny knew that something had to be done. The cashier told Ryan that Danny would like to see him in the office. The restaurant was getting ready to close. Ryan finished stacking some boxes for the kitchen staff and went down the hallway to the office. He knew his work wasn't up to par and was afraid he might be fired. Danny asked him to sit down; he could see that Ryan was nervous. "How do you like the job, Ryan?" "It's fine, Mr... um... Danny. I like it. And I appreciate it." "It usually takes a new busboy a while to get adjusted to the routine around here. How do you think you're doing?" Ryan was silent for a minute. "I.. I guess I'm not doing too good, am I? I'm sorry..." "Wait a minute, Ryan," Danny said; he smiled, trying to put Ryan at ease. "I've been supervising employees here for several years. And I can tell when someone isn't working up to his potential. It may be something that's none of my business, Ryan, but if it interferes with your work it sort of becomes my business." Ryan sat quietly, looking at the floor. He wasn't used to being criticized in such a way, as kind as Danny was obviously trying to be. But he knew Danny was right. "It's just that... Now that school's out for the summer... I mean..." Ryan was embarrassed that he was stammering around; that wasn't like him. "Things are kind of... mixed up for me right now," he said finally. He looked up at Danny and was encouraged by the sympathetic look on his face. "I'm... See, a friend left for college, and..." His voice faded away. He had to swallow hard. He'd never spoken to anyone about such personal feelings, not anyone like Danny, anyway. They sat for a moment. Then Danny said, "This really is none of my business." He sighed. "But I know... If I'm wrong, don't blow up about this, okay? But I'm going to ask you a question. I want you to know that I want to help." He paused and took a deep breath. "You're gay, aren't you, Ryan?" Ryan froze in place. He stared at the floor. Nobody had ever just come out and asked him... Why would he ask me that? Danny softened his voice. "It's not my business. But I want you to know, Ryan, that I'm gay, too. I may know something about how you're feeling." Ryan stared at Danny. "How...? What makes you think...? He could feel the heat in his face as he blushed. Danny laughed gently. "No, Ryan; it's not written on your forehead. I'm not sure how I know. But maybe I see some of myself in you.. when I was younger and uncertain about things." He paused to let this sink in. "If you're as... alone as I think you may be, maybe it will help some to talk about it. With someone who can really understand." He waited for a response. When Ryan looked back at the floor and remained silent, Danny said, "All right, Ryan. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot..." He stood up, as if to end the conversation. "No, wait," Ryan said quickly. He swallowed. "I've never met.. I mean, nobody's ever wanted to talk about it. I mean, I've never talked about it." "It you think it's time for that, Ryan, I'm your friend; I'll listen." "It's just that I thought I had it all figured out, I thought I knew what I could do, knew how I could... live." Ryan said, the words rushing out so fast he was left breathless. He stopped, took a breath, and swallowed deeply. Danny was gay! It was just sinking in. He'd never talked to another gay person about being gay, he realized. Not Kyle. Not even Rick. They just... But they'd never really talked about it. "How old are you, Ryan?" "Sixteen. I'll be seventeen right after school starts." "It's a big load for a sixteen-year-old boy to carry on his shoulders alone." Danny walked around and leaned back on his desk to face Ryan. "I was fortunate. My boyfriend and I could -- finally -- talk about anything, everything. But you sound... alone." "I am," Ryan whispered. "He left for college, and I don't know..." "Not here, Ryan. There are still people running around out there. If you'd like to talk, why don't you come to my place for a while. We can talk privately there. I need to pick up my partner in about half an hour, and we can go to the house..." "Your partner..." He has a partner, Ryan thought. A guy who loves him. Lives with him. A lover. "James and I have been boyfriends since we were thirteen, Ryan." Danny smiled. "I love him more than I could ever love anyone else. You'll like him. And he's got a good head on his shoulders; you'll want to talk to him, too." He paused. "I realize how that sounds, Ryan." He laughed. "I'm not coming on to you." They agreed to meet in the parking lot behind the restaurant, and Ryan went back to finish up and sign out. He went to the restroom and washed up. And he began to have second thoughts. Danny sure seemed nice. And he was understanding. But maybe it wasn't the thing to do... But, then, maybe, if he's gay, he can... He sighed and dried his hands. Danny and Ryan drove to the other large restaurant downtown and pulled into the rear parking lot. Danny had explained that James was the assistant pastry chef here -- the competition, he laughed. He had called James to explain who would be with him and why. In a few minutes, someone came out the back door and got into the back seat. "Hi," James said, smiling broadly. "I'm James, Ryan. Nice to meet you." Ryan was a little self-conscious at first, but by the time they arrived at Danny and James' small house, he'd begun to talk more freely. But the talk stayed on school and work. He found out that Danny and James had grown up, gone through Springfield High, and graduated from a culinary school together. They'd come back home to find their first job. Both at 25 now, they had moved up from jobs as waiters to their present positions; they had ambitious plans to own their own restaurant some day. "Tony, the owner at my place, will retire someday," Danny said; "With a little luck, we may be able to take over." Ryan was impressed with their small house, simply furnished, and accepted a soda as they sat in the living room. The subjects of Ryan's job at Anthony's and their own plans for a restaurant were soon exhausted, and their was a lull in the conversation. After a short silence, James said, quietly, "We're here for you, Ryan. When we were in high school, Danny and I, we had friends, even some guys like us, but we didn't really have anyone to talk to about something serious except each other. To be alone... Well, I guess that's something that's hard to deal with." Ryan nodded. "I thought... I thought I had it all figured out," he said. "But now... I don't know. There isn't anyone..." "Parents? Teachers?" Danny asked. Ryan shook his head. "Teachers? No. Parents? Absolutely not. My mom would be so hurt. My dad would probably throw me out." He looked at Danny. "That's not an exaggeration." "You've had friends? Gay friends?" James asked. Ryan sighed. "Yeah. But, you know, we never just... talked about it. Yeah, sex and all. But we never talked about being what we were." "But you've got a lot of love in you, haven't you? And you need loving back." Danny nodded. Yes, he thought. Lot of myself in that boy. "Tell us about it, if you want," James said. Ryan sighed again. Did he want? Would it help? But before he thought about answers to those questions, he'd already started to tell his story. He started at the beginning, his uncertainties and embarrassment. And his naivete. He told them about Kyle. That night in the car. His vacillating about sex with a boy. Then their sleepovers. His excitement about real sex. His satisfaction that he really was gay. And Ben, in the hotel at the speech contest. He told them about Tomas, without saying his name, and the experience of really making love. Meeting Rick at the campout and becoming close to him. And Gary at the leadership conference. His developing feelings for Rick. And feeling so lost and alone when Rick left for college. "I guess I've never had to deal with it -- being gay -- all alone, not without somebody else to be with." He looked at Danny, then James. He felt the wetness in his eyes, but he didn't care now. "I'm not even sure I want to be gay if this is what it's like." The lovers seated on the sofa across from him were silent for a moment. "Being alone is tough," Danny said. "But you have those good friends in your life to remember, those good times when you could be close, like you want to be." "But remembering... that's not enough!" Ryan was surprised to hear the anger in his voice. "I need to... o god..." The tears were slowly moving down his cheeks now. "I need to touch, to kiss, to be close..." His anger faded suddenly, and he sat back. "No, remembering isn't enough," James agreed. "You need more. You need someone. I know." His hand found Danny's and their smiled at each other. "But your memories are so good -- all those great times with friends -- don't give up on them. Never forget the good times. And then you're ready when more good times come your way." "I'm going to be pretty blunt here, now," Danny said, sitting forward. "You remember the first time you jacked off a friend. Think about that time, that friend. I mean right now. Sit there and think about it, remember it." He paused for a while. "You remember the first time you sucked dick, and the first blow job you got. Remember it. Now." He paused. "You remember being naked in bed with a lover. what it was like to touch, to hold, to kiss. Think about that a minute. And fucking, your first time. Remember it." He paused again. "Those are all important parts of your life, Ryan. They're important parts of any gay boy's life. Hang on to them, tight." "And you'll make more good memories like them," James said. "A cute guy like you. I'm telling you, you won't be alone." "And the memories bring something else," Danny said. "They bring you -- you as you were when you were giving yourself, being yourself, enjoying yourself. Your memory of how you were then, who you were then -- how satisfying it was to be yourself then. And they bring something else. The memories bring potential, Ryan. They bring the possibilities that are all out there in front of you." "You remember all those things... I mean, you really think about them some?" Ryan looked at Danny, then James. "Well," Danny said, "you gave us some of your memories." He smiled. "Sure we think about them. Especially the 'firsts.' First kiss, first jacking off together, first suck, first fuck." He looked at James and grinned. He looked back at Ryan. "It's how we built what we are, each of us," he said seriously. "Those memories are like building blocks for us, and we like to remember what built us up. And what we built together." Ryan was silent. They were right, of course. At least about the experience of remembering the good times. He smiled to himself. How many times had he jacked off while remembering what it was like to feel Kyle's hand on his dick for the very first time? How many times had he daydreamed about Ben and what might have happened if they'd been together for a second night. The first time his cock had been in a mouth. His first fuck with Tomas -- when he'd replay that night he reached in deep for his prostate and jacked slowly until he couldn't avoid any longer the huge cum that always followed then. Riding the pole with Gary. Being naked with Rick... "You're smiling," Danny said. "It's good, isn't it? Remembering." "I'll never forget our first time to fuck," James said. "It was something we'd been talking about for a while, but neither one of us knew much about sex then. But I wanted Danny inside me so much... We agreed we'd do it but not rush it, when it was time..." ........................ O god yes, it's time, James thought. He and Danny were in their shower, their bodies covered with soapy bubbles, holding each other tightly. They moved their hips, and their hard dicks slid between them in the slick body wash they'd used. They'd fingerfucked each other, preparing for but never quite arriving at the 'right time.' James slid his hand down to Danny's asscheeks and massaged them, and they exchanged a deep kiss. At thirteen, how do you know the 'right time?' James slipped his finger into Danny's crack and bent down just a bit so he could get his finger inside that tight hole. It was so wet and slick back there, James thought. So simple, so easy just to press my finger inside my Danny... Danny groaned when he felt the familar finger rubbing at his entrance. He broke their kiss to throw his head back and groan more loudly when the finger pressed though his assring and found the smoothness inside. Yes, he thought. Yes, James, take my ass... He pulled gently away from James' embrace and turned around, putting his hands on the side of the shower stall and standing with his ass out toward James. He waited for the finger to return home, where it belonged, in his asshole, inside... And when the finger entered him again, he sighed deeply. "O yesssss Jamessss..." One finger in the warm fuckhole and one hand caressing an asscheek, James admired the beautiful contours of his lover. At thirteen, neither of when was fully developed yet. Chests and thighs and even dicks still had some growing to do. But how he loved the shoulders in front of him, the back with the bubblely suds running down, the thighs built up with all their bike riding... He carefully slipped a second finger into Danny's hole. So warm, he thought. His dick was throbbing, and he reached around with one hand to gently stroke Danny's dick a few times. That dick he wanted in his ass so badly. Then a third finger. It was tight, really tight. But he moved his three fingers around, accustoming the muscle ring to some stretching and the silky tissue inside to touches it rarely felt. I want it to feel my cock, James thought. He leaned in to kiss Danny's shoulder. It tasted of body wash, but he didn't care. He moved his beet-red cockhead to Danny's hole and held it there, the tip of it feeling the wrinkled skin flex. Yes, James thought, it's the right time... "Oooo fuck, James," Danny groaned. "Put it in. Fuck me. It's time." James pressed his cockhead to the hole. His cockhead had touched it before, as Danny's had touched James' hole; he and Danny had just wanted to know what it felt like. But this time, he put at little pressure behind it. And the hole flexed once more -- the tip of his dick could feel it -- and then it began to open. Slowly, as though it were reluctant, even though James's fingers had been in there many times before. He pressed a little harder... "Mmmmmmmm... ooooooooo..." Danny's voice was quiet and all but drowned out by the sound of the shower. The dick, James's dick... Danny had a sudden flashback to the very first time he'd touched it and held it when they jacked each other off after they had admitted their love for each other. ... and the hole opened wide enough to accept the cockhead James offered. James groaned, too, having never before felt that kind of sensation on the top half of his cockhead. The tight ring slowly -- and tightly -- squeezing past the tip and onto the head of his dick. Sliding, holding, gripping a tool that had never been in there before... James kept the pressure and watched his cockhead slowly disappear into Danny's fuckhole. And then the muscle ring slid suddenly around the crown of his cockhead to grip the invader tightly. "MMMmm OOOO fuck OOOOOoo..." Danny's entire body tensed with the new pressure just inside his asshole. It had stretched him too much... it hurt tight hurt pulling at my asshole hurt... "Danny...?" "No! Don't pull out. We knew it would hurt some. Just keep pushing in. O god, James! Fuck me!" Sliding into the ass opening for him, James felt the grip of that ring on his dick as it moved slowly upward toward the base, slowly, grippping so tightly... But his cockhead! His cockhead was slipping through the silky smoothness just inside -- and James could feel it! Wet. Warm, like Danny's mouth. But so tight, holding so tightly yesssss... Wet, like Danny's mouth. But not his mouth. So hot and wet... sliding inside... to fuck... "OOooooo yessssss James... yesss... feel it I feel it you you you inside me! Yesssss..." James was so focused on the grip of Danny's ass on his dick that he was surprised when his pubes met the ass he was fucking. He was in! Six inches of hard cock. All the way inside. He moaned as he leaned forward, feeling the wet soapy suds on Danny's back and the wet heat of the inside of his love tunnel... He stopped to let both of them adjust to the new sensations their teen bodies were feeling for the very first time. Fucking his Danny... "O fuck, Danny," James whispered hoarsly into Danny's ear. "O fuck, Danny... I love you so much..." Danny either couldn't hear over the sound of the shower or just couldn't answer except for the long, low sound he was making. James pulled away a bit. Now, he thought, I fuck. He slid his dick in, and then he pulled it partly out again. In. Out. Fucking. Ooooo fucking my Danny... "Yes!" Danny shouted. "Yes! Fuck me make me feel it god it's so good fuck yessss... James fucked in and out, twice with such force that he could hear the slapping of his groin against Danny's wet ass. Then he slowly pulled all the way out. "James..." "No. I want to do this in bed, Danny. That's what we've both dreamed about it, isn't it? Making love on the bed..." Danny straightened and turned around quickly. "Oh, James, I love you so damn much! But let's hurry. Damn it, I want your dick in me again!" James gave Danny a quick kiss on the lips, and they both stepped out of the shower. They quickly dried off; they left their wet towels and boxers on the floor and ran, naked, into the bedroom. Danny got to the bed first, caught James around the waist, and rolled him over. They laughed and giggled like little kids who'd just discovered there were yet more presents under the Christmas tree. Their dicks were swinging around, and their hands tried to find purchase on each other. And finally they became still. James was on top and began a long, wet, deep kiss. The kind they both loved. Only thirteen, perhaps. But they had honed the erotic kiss to an art. Without a word, Danny rolled over and got up on his hands and knees. He felt the kiss on each of his asscheeks and smiled. And then he felt the tip of James' hot dick again, pressing slowly inward... A tightness but just a little hurt... A fulness building and building as the hard cock moved deeped into his ass. And James rested again when his dick was fully inside. He's holding me, James thought. Holding me my dick inside where it's warm smooth tight... dick throbbing against his tunnel... And he began to slowly fuck. Little fuck movements, just in and out a little. Fucking with longer strokes, sliding almost all the way out and then in deeply again... "Oh yea oh yea oh yea..." Danny's voice was deep and hoarse. James leaned in harder each time he fucked inward now. He moved his dick in deeper and faster with each fuck. He listened to Danny's voice urging him enjoying him feeling him inside... to his own voice and that long breathy sound he made with each inward stroke... the gasp for air when it pulled outward... inward again... He held Danny's hips with both hands and began to ride his ass with more regular and faster movements. In and out and faster and deeper fucking his ass fucking his Danny yes so hot in his ass dick throbbing feeling it yes fucking... Danny's knew James' dick so well he could almost see it inside himself, inside his ass. The cockhead flying in and out, the curve of it opening his tunnel again each time it fucked inward, the shaft of it filling his ass, the rapidly increasing fucking... and now he could feel James' balls! Feel those balls he loved to lick as they slapped up against his ass, slapping... Fucking again and again. Two teen bodies, attuned to each other, familiar with each other, naked together so many times before, now fucking for the first time... Two teen lovers enthralled with the sexual pleasure discovered in themselves... with the sexual pleasure they were giving to each other... James knew he was close. He'd dreamed of shooting his cream into Danny's ass, longed to do it, yearned for it. But now he wanted to wait, to hold back. He wanted his dick to remain there, inside, forever! But he couldn't resist plunging into Danny again and again, and each thrust became harder... He realized that Danny was now shoving back onto his dick each time James drove it in. And that thought brought him to his climax, the tightness inside him becoming almost intolerable and then exploding out of his dick and into Danny... "O fuck O fuck O fuck O fuck..." James almost screamed his pleasure as he filled Danny's ass with his hot cum. Yes, pumping his cum in there ramming his cock deep flooding his ass with cream o more o more yes cummmm... They collapsed together, James on top of Danny. Sweating. Surrounded by the scent of hot sex. Gasping for breath, their bellies heaving, mouths wide open... Finally, they rolled apart. James reached for Danny's dick as they kissed, stroking that hard rod that would soon be inside him, deep inside him. Maybe they were just ordinary guys. But could two thirteen-year-old ordinary guys be any happier? ........................ "...and when it was time, it was the most wonderful moment in my life," James said. "And mine," Danny smiled. "And look at the potential it opened for us, Ryan. Never assume it's over. You're sixteen. You have no idea of the wonderful memories you're yet to build." Ryan wasn't crying, but the tears kept rolling down his cheeks, anyway. These two lovers cared what happened to him! They are going out of their way to help me... Danny stood from the sofa and walked around the coffee table; he pulled Ryan to his feet and hugged him. Under his hands, Ryan could feel the strength of the back he was hugging. Against his cock, he could feel the hard erection of his new friend straining against his own. Danny kissed him on the lips, and Ryan opened his mouth so their tongues could caress each other. Danny pulled away and held him at arm's length. "I said I wasn't coming on to you, Ryan, and I don't want to make a liar out of myself." He smiled and glanced over at James, who nodded at some unspoken question. "We're here for you, both of us. And if you want to come back sometime to talk, you're more than welcome. And if you want to come back for more than that... Well, maybe we can help you there, too." James stood and gave Ryan the same kind of kiss. And Danny drove him home.