Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2013 14:36:04 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.back.door@hotmail.com>
Subject: RYAN FIGURES IT OUT - 2

High School   (b/b  Oral  Anal)

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RYAN FIGURES IT OUT - 2



There was another football game on the weekend, and they stayed for all of
this one.  During halftime they went to the restroom together; it was
filled with other guys, boys and men, and Ryan felt very self-conscious
standing at a urinal next to Kyle.  He had a little trouble starting.  And
after the game they drove out into the country, to an area Ryan didn't
know, pulled into a little copse of trees, and jacked each other off.  The
moment he touched Kyle's big cock Ryan knew he wanted it, knew he wasn't
doing anything he didn't really want to do.  Hadn't he been thinking about
it for days?  He could hardly jack himself off without remembering Kyle's
hand on his dick -- or his own hand on Kyle's big one.

Only one work session remained for the stage crew the following week.  On
the way home, Kyle said he had to get home sooner than he had thought, but
they'd have time to "run out into the country" if Ryan wanted to.  Kyle was
really putting him on the spot, Ryan thought.  But then, why shouldn't he?
Every time they'd been "out in the country" Kyle was the one who initiated
it. He didn't say anything.  Kyle accepted that as a 'yes,' and they went
back to those trees just off the country road.  This time Kyle wanted to
piss first, and they stood side by side to do it.

After he'd shaken hisr dick, Kyle reached over and took Ryan's in his hand.
Ryan was mortified that he hadn't finished peeing yet!  Kyle's hand closed
over his last few drops of piss.  But Kyle didn't seem to mind.  He took
Kyle's dick, and they stood there for a few minutes getting each other hard
and excited.  They got into the back seat this time; Kyle said they'd have
more room.  And they didn't even bother to tuck their dicks back in first.
They started stroking right away, and it didn't take long for Ryan to just
give himself to the pleasure of Kyle's hand on him, his dick and his balls.
He shot hard enough that his cum hit the back of the seat in front of him.
Kyle laughed and told Ryan to point his dick at the seat, too, and he shot
his cum there, too.  He used tissues to clean the seats off.

Ryan went home feeling completely drained and as thrilled as he always was
to share such an intimate experience with his new friend.  But by the time
he got ready for bed, the guilt set in again.  Jacking off is one thing.
Probably most guys did it.  Well, some guys, anyway.  Jacking off another
guy's dick is something else again.  Something wonderful; the thought
flashed through his mind.  But something... not right.  Bad?  And letting a
boy touch him down there, actually jack him off?  That sure wasn't
something you talked about with anybody.  And didn't want to.  And probably
shouldn't.  Maybe shouldn't even do it in the first place!  Probably
shouldn't.  His dick was hard, but he tried to ignore it.  He finally fell
asleep.

Two days went by, and he'd seen Kyle a few times, but always when he was in
the company of somebody else.  Kyle went home after the stage crew worked
that night without offering him a ride.  Well, he'd left before the crew
was done, so maybe he had to get home early.

Ryan turned over on his bed, pulling his dick up against his belly; then he
lay on it, spread his legs apart, and slowly humped his mattress.  He knew
he shouldn't do it too long; he usually did his own laundry, but his mom or
sisters just might see a dried mess on his sheet.  He groaned into his
pillow as his dick grew harder.  He stopped humping and began to roll his
hips side to side, pressing down on the bed as much as possible.  In a few
moments he decided he should stop before he came.  He raised up and tucked
his dick straight downward and then moved his thighs together, pressing his
hard hot dick on both sides.  He moved his thighs by wiggling his hips
slowly.

When he'd first gotten a hardon as he was getting ready for bed, he
measured his dick again.  He lay his hard dick on top of a ruler, pushing
the ruler back against the base.  He looked, stroked it again, and then
looked again.  More than four inches!  About four and a quarter!

He was working those hard four and a quarter inches between his thighs, but
it wasn't his dick he was thinking about.  It was impossible to forget
jacking off with a friend -- and Kyle, of all people!  His cock had been so
thick in Ryan's hand, and so warm.  When it pulsed against his fingers, it
had send shivers through Ryan's insides.  Touching, holding, stroking the
dick on that hunk of a guy...  Well, not a hunk.  That was the way girls
thought of boys.  Fuck, Kyle was a hunk, no matter who thought it!  Still
massaging his dick with his inner thighs, he unconsciously closed his right
hand, the hand that had closed around Kyle's cock; he tightened his fist
and began moving his hips faster.

No, it just wouldn't do to cum on his sheets.  He got out of bed and rooted
around in his closet for the old sock he used as a cum rag.  On the way
back to his bed, he paused in front of the mirror to look at himself in the
dim light.  He stroked his dick once, pleased to find a little precum on
the cockhead.  He sat back on the edge of the bed and smoothed the precum
all around his cockhead.  So slick and sexy.  It dried too quickly.

Ryan slipped the old sock over his dick, lay down on his belly again and
resumed massaging his dick with his inner thighs.  It was such a delicious
feeling!  Almost, but not quite yet... Building toward it...  His dick was
hot against his thighs, even enclosed in the sock... Oh god it was going to
start...  He couldn't help but begin humping again, thrusting his cock down
into his thighs harder and faster...  Couldn't stop now if he wanted to...
Ooooooo fuckfuckfuck...  He felt the hot wetness of his cum shoot from his
cockhead into the sock.  Moving over his sensitive cockhead, the wet cum
made him shoot again, then again...  Ooooofuckfuckyessss...

He went limp against his mattress enjoying the afterglow.  He was probably
jacking off too much, he thought.  He grinned to himself.  Of course, maybe
you couldn't really count humping your mattress as jacking off.  There
wasn't anything wrong with jacking off.  He sighed.  Just didn't want to
get too much in the habit.  It was probably just a phase he was going
through.

He got up, pulled the old sock off, and put it back in the corner of his
closet.  He stopped in front of the mirror again.  He saw that his dick was
still hard.  He rubbed his finger over his cockhead, feeling some of the
cum that remained there.  He held it in front of his face.  Sniffed it.  He
licked it from his finger. Not much to it, really.  Sort of
salty... nutty...  He grinned.  Sure, nutty.  Right out of his nuts!  He
got into his pyjamas again and went to the little bathroom next to his room
to wash his dick off before he went back to bed.

The play was on Thursday and Friday nights.  There was a football game on
Saturday out of town.  Then a performance on Sunday afternoon.  Ryan didn't
really have to be there for the performances; his job had been just the
preparation of the set.  But he wanted to be there, anyway.  He could help
the crew with scene changes.  And he could watch the play from backstage.
He'd only seen some of the rehearsals, and this way he could see Kyle's
part in the whole thing.  Thursday night was a little rough, but
Mr. Donaldson said it was okay.  Friday night was better, with lots more
applause.  Kyle had had some funny lines, and the laughter meant he'd
gotten them over well.

On Saturday morning Kyle called and asked if he wanted to go to a movie.
His mother said 'no;' there was some special thing at Sunday School in the
morning, and they all had to be there early.  Ryan was so disappointed; he
knew his voice sounded that way when he got back to Kyle.  Kyle reminded
him there was a cast and crew party after the performance Sunday afternoon,
and Ryan said he'd already gotten permission to go.

The Sunday afternoon performance was even better; there was more laughter
and lots more applause.  When they did a curtain call, the applause grew
when Kyle stepped forward.  Springfield High was know for it's strong
speech and drama program.  Afterwards, Ryan piled into Kyle's car with a
bunch of others, and they went to the house of one of the cast members
where the party was.  There was lots of laughing and joking at the party,
and Ryan joined in -- a little surprised at himself.  He didn't usually do
well at parties -- too self-conscious because of his age.  But after
working so hard on the play, he seemed to fit in.  When they'd gotten there
Kyle had asked if he wanted a ride home, and Ryan had told him he had to be
home at 10:00 -- it was a school night.  Around 9:00 Kyle came over and
suggested they leave.  Ryan tried to keep his nervousness out of his voice;
he knew what leaving an hour early meant.  Or, at least, he thought he did.

"So," Kyle asked when they got in his car; "what did you think of it?"

"It was so good, Kyle!  I wondered, with the few rehearsals I saw, whether
it was going to be.  But it sure was.  And you were good, too!  The best
one!"  Ryan felt his face flush; maybe that compliment was a little too
enthusiastic.

"Thanks, Ryan.  At first I didn't think I could memorize all those lines!
But it was fun.  Hey, you ought to try out for the next play."

"No way, not me," Ryan said.  "I'd be so nervous, I'd pee in my pants!"

Kyle laughed.  "You'd probably do better than you think you would."

Kyle turned off the main road onto the lane that went to the cemetery.
Ryan went quiet.  He wasn't sure what to say now.  Obviously, Kyle
wanted...

Kyle parked the car a little farther in than the first time they'd been
there.  "Kind of private here," he grinned.  "Look, speaking of peeing in
your pants, I really need to take a leak.  Let's go."  He opened his door,
clearly expecting Ryan to get out on his side.

Ryan got out as Kyle came around to his side of the car, the side next to
the cemetery wall.

"Fuck, it's cold out here," Kyle said.  "My dick will shrivel up so much I
won't be able to piss!"  He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick.

Ryan could only see the cockhead until Kyle pulled on it again.  Ryan
fumbled with his own zipper.  His hand was shaking a bit, and it seemed
that Kyle was waiting on him to begin to piss.  He got his dick out and had
to wait.  Maybe it was too cold!  He looked over at Kyle when he heard his
stream hit the dried leaves on the ground.  Kyle's dickhead was even
farther out; there was a strong stream of piss arching outward and falling
downward in the moonlight; Kyle moved his dick up a bit so his piss would
splatter on the cemetery wall.  Ryan finally got his stream going, and he
dared to glance over at Kyle.  Kyle was watching Ryan's dick piss!  They
shook their dicks at the same time and then got quickly back into the car.
Kyle turned the heater up.  Then he said they should get into the back seat
again, so they piled over the seat into the back.

"I like pissing outside," Kyle grinned.  "I always piss behind the garage
when I mow the lawn."  He lay his hand on Ryan's thigh.  "I'd really like
to jack off, Ryan."

Ryan didn't say anything.  He wanted to agree.  But he didn't want to,
either.  But he hoped maybe Kyle would start something...  He watched
Kyle's big hand move slowly up and down his thigh.  Ryan's dick was hard in
his briefs.  Kyle cupped his hand over Ryan's crotch.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Kyle asked.  He lowered his voice almost to a
whisper.  "I know you want to, Ryan.  It's just you and me here.  We've
always had fun; we can do it again."  He rubbed his hand into Ryan's
crotch.

Ryan sighed and opened his legs a bit.  He watched Kyle's hand move up to
his belt and unfasten it, then unzip his jeans.  He muffled a groan as Kyle
slid his hand down to cup his dick through the cotton.  So warm.  Kyle's
fingers moved his dick from side to side and then found his cockhead,
squeezing it.  He felt Kyle's finger press at the tip of his dick.

"Hey, buddy, looks like you're leaking precum," Kyle said.  He pulled his
finger out and sucked on it.

Kyle tasting his precum!  Ryan's dick lurched in his briefs.  He waited for
Kyle to return his hand, but instead Kyle used both hands to pull Ryan's
jeans down.  Ryan lifted his hips, and Kyle pulled them all the way down to
his ankles.

Kyle unbuckled his own jeans.  "Help me get them down, Ryan, okay?"

Ryan reached over and put his hands on either side of Kyle and pulled down
as Kyle raised his hips.  Right in front of Ryan's face were those strong
thighs -- and a big white bulge in Kyle's briefs.  Kyle wiggled his jeans
down around his ankle, and Ryan reached slowly for that bulge.  He closed
his palm over the huge, hot cockhead inside, and Kyle sighed deeply as he
straightened up.  Ryan toyed with the big dick, finding the cockhead and
rubbing it with a finger.

Kyle reached over and pulled Ryan's briefs down to his thighs; he leaned
into Ryan to pull them all the way down to his ankles.  Then he sat up and
pulled his own briefs down, all the way.  The boys sat there for a moment,
looking at each other's hard cocks in the moonlight.  Then Kyle reached
over and closed his hand around Ryan's dick.

Ryan released a breath he hadn't even known he'd been holding.  But he was
shaking a little, too.  Naked from the waist down... his dick hard and
feeling the warmth of the hand around it...  He reached around Kyle's arm
and took the bigger cock in his own hand.  They slowly stroked each other.
Kyle's fingers moved down to Ryan's balls and moved them.  Ryan moved his
fingers down when Kyle opened his legs a bit, and he felt the big warm sac,
covering with a light sprinkling of soft hairs.

"Just sit back and enjoy it a minute, Ryan," Kyle said softly.

Ryan released the warm balls and sat back in his seat, dropping his head
back on the headrest and closing his eyes.  Kyle moved closer, and Ryan
could feel his strong muscular thigh against his own thinner one.  Kyle's
hand moved from his balls to his dick, then back again.  Ryan felt his dick
pulled outward and Kyle's hand slide down over his cockhead.  His eyes shot
open as he felt Kyle's thumb find some precum on his cockhead and move it
around and around.  Ryan groaned and felt his dick lurch in Kyle's hand.
Then Kyle began to stroke his dick slowly, up and down, making that
familiar warm tingle begin deep inside.  He sat there feeling the warmth
spread through his entire body.  He sighed again and felt himself relax.

After a fewe moments, "Stroke me, Ryan, please."

Ryan was ready.  He suddenly wanted that thick hard cock in his hand more
than anything in the world.  He reached across and found it; he began to
slowly pump it up and down.  Kyle groaned and lay his head back.

"Oh so good..." Kyle whispered.  And they lay there for several moments,
each pumping the other's cock.

Ryan glanced up and saw that Kyle had his eyes closed, so he leaned in to
get a closer look at the dick he was jacking off.  Even in moonlight he
could tell the cockhead was a deep red.  As he pulled upward on the shaft,
the ring of skin moved around the crown of the cockhead and then moved back
down as Ryan pulled downward on the soft skin.  He looked below the cock to
see the big ballsac hanging down between Kyle's thighs.  As Ryan stroked
upward a little harder, the sac pulled upward, too, and Ryan could see the
two globes move inside.  He stroked a little faster, too, and the balls
almost bounced for him.

"Aw fuck yea..." Kyle said, his voice deep and raspy.  "Keep going, keep
going.  Jack me off, buddy...  Make me cum for you... fuckyeaaaa..."

Ryan stroked faster then.  Kyle pulled his t-shirt up, and Ryan could see
the little line of dark blond hairs moving down from the bellybutton to the
thick bush around the base of the dick.  This cock had got to be so...  but
he censored himself and didn't think any further.  He pumped as he listened
to Kyle's sounds.  Low and deep, soft and raspy, clearly in the kind of
ecstacy that only a boy so throughly aroused could know.  The hard cock
pulsed in his hand...

"Aw fuck... gonna... aw fuck..."  And the little lips on Kyle's cockhead
opened once, then again, and then sent a hard shot of cum up into the air
and down onto Kyle's pubes.  "Aw fuckfuck..."  Ryan jacked faster and
watched as the cock throbbed and pulsed each time another shot burst from
that little hole.  It seemed like a cum fountain!  Ryan didn't know how
many times Kyle had cum when it was over.  Kyle sighed deeply and closed
his hand around Ryan's hand, holding it still.

When he released the big cock it was still hard, and the cum on the head
glistened.  Kyle's arms and legs were slack; his belly moved deeply as he
breathed.  the cum in his pubes looked like beads of pearl.  Ryan looked at
his fingers that had been pumping the dick and saw more cum.  He thought
for a moment about licking it to compare it with his own cum, but he
hesitated long enough for Kyle to sit up.

Kyle grinned at him.  "There is absolutely nothing better than a good
strong cum."  He took a deep breath.  "Fuck, but I love to jack off!  But
your hand is great, too," he laughed.  "No, better than great!  That was
one of the best cums I've ever had!"

Ryan felt himself blush.

"I bet you jack off as much as I do, don't you?" Kyle asked.  "At least
once a day, sometimes twice.  Anywhere -- in bed, in the shower, out behind
the garage after I piss."  He laughed.  "So how often do you jack off?"

Ryan felt his ears go hot.  He'd never, ever talked about such a thing.
You don't just admit it...

"Three times a week?  Four?  Every day?"  Kyle grinned.  "You're sexy
enough for every day."

Sexy?  Ryan thought, he's calling me sexy?  "Well, maybe three... four..."
he muttered.  Every night in bed, he thought to himself.  Sometimes in the
morning...

"Well, that's not enough, buddy.  It's just too good to keep it down to
that."  Kyle paused.  "You've got a great dick, you know."

Ryan looked at him.  Me?  A great dick?

"Sure, I mean it," Kyle said, reading the disbelief on Ryan's face.
"See...?"  He reached over for Ryan's dick.  Ryan had almost forgotten he
was naked from the waist down!  Kyle stroked it and squeezed it gently.
"Fuck, it's a nice one, buddy..."  He stroked it some more, and Ryan felt
it throb.

Kyle moved before Ryan had time to register what was happening.  Before he
knew it, he was looking down at the back of Kyle's head...

Oh fuck oh fuck...  In his mouth... he's licking... oh fuck... he's sucking
my dick...  It was a moment before the shock subsided.

It was like nothing he'd ever felt before.  He'd never imagined anything
could ever feel this good.  A mouth on a dick...  Kyle's lips were
completely around the crown of Ryan's cockhead.  Something was moving over
his cockhead, something warm... very wet... alive and moving over... it was
Kyle's tongue!  Ryan groaned loudly as he felt the tongue swirl around his
cockhead.  He felt it slide under his cockhead, flick against that
sensitive spot, and then slide on down the underside of his shaft as Kyle's
lips sucked him in farther.

The lips tightened around the shaft of his dick and slowly pulled upward,
and Ryan felt like his shaft was a hard, thick column of pure fire.  Every
nerve ending in his dick -- in the shaft, in the cockhead -- was under
attack from the slippery insides of Kyle's lips. The soft lips loosened a
bit as they sucked his cock in and then tightened as they pulled back
upward.  Ryan's vision blurred a bit as he watched Kyle's head move closer
up to him, then down away from him.  His head is bobbing on my dick, Ryan
thought.  Bobbing on my dick... oh god it feels so fucking good...

Kyle let the hard cock slip from his lips, held it with a hand, and then
began to lick all over it.  Up and down the sides of his shaft.  Up and
over the top of his cockhead.  Around it.  Lapping at his cockhead like it
was a... an ice cream cone.  Over and over again...  Then he sucked it into
his mouth again and took it very deep; Ryan felt his cock almost disappear
inside Kyle's mouth, the cockhead hitting the back of Kyle's throat.  He
felt Kyle's lips on his pubes!  Kyle was sucking the whole thing in!  The
mouth was attacking his dick so slowly it was gloriously painful, throbbing
and pulsing with every touch of tissue inside Kyle's mouth, every passage
of his tongue.

"Oooooooooo... oooooooooo... uuhhhhhhhh..."  Ryan could hardly recognize
the sound of his own voice.

Up and down again... in and out... the tongue flicking over the tip of his
cockhead before it was swallowed back into Kyle's mouth.  Slowly, oh so
slowly so hot oh so wet...  Ryan sucked in his breath as he felt the
tightness gathering inside his belly.  But tightening so painfully slowly,
growing so large so demanding inside...

Kyle slipped Ryan's dick out of his mouth and licked the cockhead a few
more times.  Moving his head back just enough that Ryan could watch, Kyle
slowly stroked the wet cock with his thumb and finger, lingering a moment
on the underside of the cockhead before resuming the movement.  Ryan knew
it was going to happen soon knew he couldn't stop it didn't want to stop it
had to shoot had to...

"Oooooooo fuck ooooooooooo..."  The first shot landed on Kyle's cheek!
Almost before Ryan could even register that, the next shot upward and
landed on his thigh... so rapidly Ryan couldn't even see it...  "Oooooooo
god oooooo..."  His dick felt like it was shooting huge balls of
fire... long ropes of white hot lava... waves of pleasure sweeping over him
with each shot...  "aaaaaAAAA..."

When it was over Ryan almost had to struggle for breath.  Inside, he was
still full of tingles, ripples of that unbelievable pleasure.  Kyle sat up
and put his arm around the back of the seat behind Ryan, and his hand began
to stroke the small hairs on the back of his head.  He remained quiet for
several minutes.  Ryan missed the first few things Kyle said...

"...dicks are so much fun, with the right guy."  Kyle paused.  "And I think
you and I are the right kind of guys, Ryan.  What do you think?"

Kyle wiped his cheek with the tissues he used to clean himself off and then
handed the pack of tissues to Ryan

Ryan couldn't answer.  He didn't know what to say.  Right kind...?  This
wasn't jacking off.  He wiped off and tossed the tissues out the window.
And it was a long way from jacking off by himself in his bed.  He waited
for Kyle to pull his briefs and jeans up, and he reached down to pull up
his own.  Kyle started the car while Ryan was still arranging himself and
zipping.  He only took a few minutes for them to get to Ryan's house.

"See you later, Ryan," Kyle said as Ryan got out.

Ryan paused before he closed the door.  "Yeah," he finally said.  "See you
later."