Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2013 09:16:04 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.back.door@hotmail.com>
Subject: RYAN FIGURES IT OUT - 6

High School   (b/b  Oral  Anal)

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RYAN FIGURES IT OUT - 6




Fuck!  I thought I had this all figured out, Ryan thought.  He slammed the
book down on the table in his anger with himself.

He was at a corner table in the library, where he wouldn't be disturbed.
With a boring summer ahead of him, Ryan decided he would take the time to
think about what he was doing with all that sex and what it meant about him
and what he wanted.  Sure, it was fun.  Damn right!  Sure it was the most
exciting thing Ryan had ever discovered.  But what, exactly, did it mean?
But his reading had only confused him more.

He'd had to spend three weeks in a really boring church camp; he had no
choice about going.  There was absolutely no privacy, somebody around day
and night, and a tight schedule that allowed no down time except an hour of
rest after lunch.  That was okay, since most of the boys used that time to
wander around in their briefs or pyjama bottoms like they did at night.
Everybody showered together, and there was lots to look at.  But there
wasn't even a time or place to jack off!  A week without it!

And when he'd gotten home, Kyle and his family had already left for their
cabin in Maine, where they spent most of the summer.  Kyle couldn't get out
of it; it was a family thing.  So the rest of the summer looked pretty
empty.  Nothing but lots of jacking off.  But plenty of that.

He'd been reading for about an hour on his second day in the library when
he was startled as someone sat down across from him.  He saw it was Chuck,
the librarian, whom he'd gotten to know as bit with his coming into the
library all year long.  He had noticed which books Ryan had been taking,
reading, and returning to the shelves without checking out anything to take
home.  Chuck lay a book down on the table in front of Ryan.

"You can read this if you want.  It's not very long.  It's not a library
copy, though, so when you leave, whether you read it or not, please give it
to me at the main desk or in my office."  And then he got up and walked
away.

Ryan picked up the book and read the title.  "How to be Gay."  He blushed
deeply and put the book back down on the table quickly.  He looked around,
but there wasn't any way anyone could see back behind the stacks unless
they walked straight up to him, and he'd see that in time.

Fuck!  How does he know...?  Well, Ryan thought, he was obviously noticing
what books I was reading.  But Chuck would be quiet about it, wouldn't he?
Especially if he had given him a personal copy of something.  Ryan looked
down again. " How to Be Gay."  What the fuck kind of stupid title was that?
Damn, he thought, that's not what I want to know!  How?  He paused.  Had he
really ever put it into words, even words not spoken aloud?  What had he
been expecting from all this reading?  He thought he'd been reading about
whether or not he was gay, how you got to be that way...

He read through it; it wasn't long, He was reading it for the second time
when he saw somebody else approaching; he closed the book and tucked it
under the others and then turned all the titles so they couldn't be seen by
anyone else.

"Hi. I'm Tomas..."

"Morales!" Ryan finished for him, surprised.  "You're on the basketball
team!  I've seen you play at every game -- you're so fast..."

"Well," Tomas smiled, "I was on the team.  Graduated this year.  On my way
to college in the fall."  He sat forward and put both arms on the table.
"Chuck told me about the book he gave you.  He gave it to me, too, one
time."

Ryan was angry that Chuck had told someone what he was reading; then what
Tomas had just said registered.  "You're...?"

"I'm gay, Ryan.  And Chuck wondered if you and I might want to talk a
little bit.  I may know what you're going through."

"Well, it's not this!"  Ryan slid the book out and slapped his hand on it.
"How to Be... Gay."  He lowered his voice.

"The title is supposed to be a little ironic, Ryan," Tomas smiled.  His
smile accented his white teeth and red lips.  Ryan knew he was Hispanic;
his dark hair and eyes...

"You know Shakespeare?  'To be or not to be...'"

"That is the question," Ryan finished for him.  "Maybe that's what I want
to find out..."

"No," Tomas interrupted.  "That's the wrong question.  The first question
isn't about a decision.  The first question is about you -- who you are."
He waited a moment to let that sink in.  "The book assumes the reader has
answered that question already -- that's why it's ironic."

Ryan was quiet for a minute.  "That's what I want to know," he said, "if
it's... what I want."

"No, Ryan.  You're still answering the wrong question.  Have you read the
preface in the book?"

"Gays have a choice," Ryan answered.

"Yes, but not about whether or not they're gay.  If they know they'e not,
there's no need for that book, and they probably wouldn't even be reading
it in the first place.  If they realize they are, then they have a choice
-- what to do about it.  You've read some of the answers to that question."

Ryan wasn't angry anymore.  He was talking serious stuff here, and to
someone who was taking him seriously.  "Well," he said, "they can live
without having sex."

"Abstinence is one way, yes."

"They can pretend they're straight.  You know, date, marry, have kids, all
that."  He waited for a moment.  "Or they can come out when they think it's
time to do it and live... you know... gay."  He stopped for a minute.  "Is
that what I've been doing?  Pretending I'm not?  I keep telling myself it's
a phase.  It's experimenting.  Like all guys do."

"I can't answer that question, Ryan."  Tomas leaned in closer.  "Look,
maybe you and I can talk about it for a while."  Ryan nodded.  "I'll take
the book back to Chuck.  You go ahead, and I'll meet you at that bench on
the far side of the building."

Ryan walked out, intrigued by the fact that someone who knew how confused
he was really cared what he thought.  The bench was isolated between a
couple of walkways, so it was a good place for a private conversaion.

When Tomas joined him, he told Ryan that he'd known he was gay since the
seventh grade.  His partner, whom he'd met then, had to go to a high school
specifically for talented musicians in New York.  They went to school
year-round, so he seldom got home He had graduated this year, too, and
would continue his studies with a famous pianist there.  Tomas was going to
college there so they could live together for the first time.

Ryan listened carefully and sensed that he could trust someone who was so
forthcoming on such a personal subject.

"I'm not out now," Tomas continued, "except to a very few people.  "That
will happen when we move in together in the fall."

Tomas was quiet.  He was obviously waiting for Ryan to respond in some way.

Ryan knew it was his turn now; he took a deep breath and plunged in.  "I've
been having sex all year.  With a friend.  Well, and a guy I met at a
speech contest.  That's all.  Yes, I like it.  I've... looked forward to
every time."  He stopped.  "But all guys...  Well, a lot of guys, you
know..."  His thoughts started to tumble over one another.  "Jack off
together, you know?  That doesn't make them gay."

"That's right," Tomas agreed.

"I've done... more.  Does that make me gay?"

"No," Tomas agreed; "it doesn't."

"The book talked about... fucking. Is that what makes you gay?"

"No, it doesn't make you anything," Tomas said quietly.  "A guy sucks and
fucks because he wants to, although not all gays are into fucking.  But
you're not straight before you suck or fuck a guy, and then become gay
because of that.  If you want to be with a guy instead of a girl, you're
already gay, even if you don't have any kind of sex with anybody.  You just
are."

Ryan sighed.  Okay, he thought.  Nothing has made me gay.  If I am already,
then I am.  That makes more sense.  "What if you do nothing about it?"

"That's a choice, too, isn't it?  That's what the book is about.  The
choices you can make about what to do about it."

Ryan had to turn his face away.  Tears.  Without looking at Tomas, he said,
"I am already, then.  I've been... pretending that I'm not."  He turned
around quickly, not caring if Tomas noticed the tears.  "But I don't want
to be, damnit!  I don't want to be."

"I know how you feel, Ryan."  He smiled.  "Been there, done that.  There
are lots of guy who feel like that, I guess.  Who want to be like everybody
else..."

"Normal!"

Tomas was quiet.  "No, Ryan.  If you're gay, that's what normal is for
you."  He let that sink in.  "The book talks about straights and bisexuals
and gays, and whatever they are, that's what's normal for them."

Ryan slowly repeated the words as though he were saying something important
to himself, not someone else.  "I've... been... pretending."

"And you decide what to do about it."  Tomas waited for a moment.  "Look,
it takes some getting used to, seeing it differently.  Maybe we can talk
about it.  Sometimes that helps; it sure helped me.  You want to go to my
place?  It's private."  He nodded over to some kids that had started
tossing a ball in the library yard.

"Yes."  Ryan said it quietly.  That's what he wanted.  Somebody who
understood.  Somebody he could talk to.

They walked several blocks to Tomas' house in a neighborhood of small
houses.  He told Ryan his mother was a nurse.  She was at the hospital now
and wouldn't be back for a while.  They went into the kitchen, sat at the
table, and Tomas got them some drinks.  And they talked.  Ryan began to
feel like a thick fog was dissipating in the sun.  Tomas was talking about
it in a very matter-of-fact way.  His new "normal," he thought.  No.  His
real "normal," finally discovered.

"But it's hard," Tomas said, "to be in the closet, not to come out.  You
have to decide what's best for you, when..."

"Oh, not now!  You don't know my family."

"No, but Chuck told me who your father is."

"He'd say... the Baptist Church says it's wrong."

"I'm Catholic," Tomas said, "and my church says that, too.  I think they're
both wrong."  He paused.  "If you're gay...  It just is.  It's whats normal
for you."  He paused again.  "Of course, what you do about it can be right
or wrong.  But as long as you don't hurt anyone and nobody gets forced or
tricked into anything, any sex you have is normal for you, too."

Ryan got up from the table and walked to the counter, facing away from
Tomas.  The tears were back.  They began to flow down his cheeks.  He
wasn't making any sound, but he didn't know how to stop.  He gripped the
counter's edge so tightly it hurt his fingers.  He heard Tomas walk up
behind him and stand there.  Ryan turned around quickly and put his arms
around Tomas, laying his head on his shoulder.  Tomas' arms slowly circled
Ryan.  Ryan hugged him tightly, and Tomas returned the hug.

"It's a lot to take in at one time," Tomas said quietly.

"It's not... one time.  I guess I've been thinking about this and not
facing it... for a long time."

They stood there, embracing, the older boy comforting the younger one,
hoping his support would be a real help.  Just as he'd been helped once.
Ryan's tears finally went away, but he continued to grip Tomas tightly.

"Tomas," Ryan finally said, his voice muffled by Tomas' shoulder.  "Can
we...  I want... Please, Tomas..."

"I'm not going to take advantage of you, Ryan.  That wouldn't be right."

"You're not taking advantage of me.  I need... I need somebody... who
knows.  I don't have anybody..."

"Your friend..."

"He's gone for the summer.  And we've never talked about this.  We've never
said anything about being gay; I don't think he wants to talk about it,"
Ryan said.  "The other guy was just... somebody at a meet.  It was... just
one night."  He tightened his arms around Tomas. " I need somebody... who
knows... who cares...  Oh!"  He raised his tear-stained face to Tomas.
"You... you have a... partner."

"We decided before he left," Tomas, "that we are both young; we have needs.
We have sex with other guys now and then.  And we always tell each other
about it."

"You can tell him about me," Ryan said softly.  "I have needs, too."

Tomas looked into the eyes of the younger boy and saw the need -- not a
"want" but an actual "need."  He decided it was time.  Time for him to be
with someone, and definitely time for Ryan.  He moved his face closer, and
their lips met, just briefly.  Tomas heard Ryan suck in his breath deeply.
Then they kissed again.  Their arms moved over each other's backs, stroking
and hugging, as their tongues met each other.  Tomas was gentle, and Ryan's
tongue moved as slowly as his own. Tomas knew his dick was sitffening in
his pants, and he felt Ryan's dick pressing against him.  As they continued
to kiss, their hips moved slowly.

"Come to my room," Tomas said softly as they broke their embrace.

Ryan followed him into a small bedroom.  Their embrace resumed, as did
their slow but deep kiss.  Their desire grew as their bodies pressed into
each other.  Tomas finally stepped back.  He unbuttoned Ryan's shirt and
let Ryan unbutton his.  Their arms slid around each other again, this time
touching the warm skin.  Tomas stepped back again, removed his own shirt,
socks, shoes, pants.  Ryan did the same.  They stood apart for a moment,
gazing at each other.  Ryan saw an athlete who was well-muscled, dark
complected, smooth everywhere he could see.  And he wasn't embarrassed or
ashamed to be naked with a boy he'd just met.

Their dicks began to press out against their pouches.  Tomas' briefs were a
dark blue; Ryan's were white.  Tomas reached down and gently squeezed
Ryan's cock -- Ryan sighed softly -- then took Ryan's hand, and they lay
down together on the bed.  Without saying a word, they resumed their
embrace and their kiss.  Lying on their sides, they pressed their hips
together, and their hard cocks met and massaged each other.  They kissed
long and gently, their tongues playing and dancing together, as though they
wanted nothing more in the world than that kiss.

Tomas slid his hand down the belly pressing against his own, under the
waistband of the briefs, over the hard, wet dick, and squeezed it gently.
The touch of hand and dick thrilled both of them.  Tomas began to stroke
the shaft as much as he could in the confinement of the cotton and felt the
warm wetness at the cockhead.  He felt Ryan's jaw quiver in their kiss and
heard the tiny moan escaping his mouth.

Tomas rolled Ryan onto his side and lay on his arm, his other hand stroking
the younger boy's chest.  Touching the nipples caused a shiver on Ryan's
skin that Tomas could actually see.  The nipples were taut, the hard nub of
flesh in the center surrounded by tiny bumps that framed the sensitive
flesh.  Tomas leaned in to kiss and then lick Ryan's nipples, first one and
then the other, while his hand stroked Ryan's abs and moved down inside the
briefs to play with his pubes.  Ryan lay there with his eyes closed, his
mouth open, his breath shallow.  Then he groaned.

"Oh yes... Tomas yesssss..."

Tomas put his hands on each side of the waistband and slid the briefs down
and completely off.

Ryan lay still, his eyes closed, thinking, he's looking at me.  He sees me
like nobody else has ever seen me.  A gay boy who needs him.  He's gay, and
he knows I need him.  He sighed as he felt Tomas' larger hand close around
his hard cock, a hand almost as warm as his dick.

Tomas stroked very slowly, knowing that Ryan was already aroused.  He slid
his hands down to Ryan's balls, the sac so warm and smooth, moving the
balls inside with his fingers.  He withdrew his hands long enough to remove
his briefs and then lay fully on Ryan, their warm bodies meeting completely
for the first time.  This time their kiss was more passionate.  Each cock
shoved against the other.  But Tomas rolled off Ryan and watched as Ryan
raised up on one arm and looked at him.

Starting with coal-black hair on his head and all the way down, Ryan
thought, Tomas is simply beautiful.  Tomas lay with one arm over his
stomach and the other raised above his head.  Ryan's eyes moved over every
curve, every pore, of Tomas's arms and chest.  He touched the taut nipples
very lightly.  His hand slid downward across the tightest abs he'd ever
felt, down to the dark, curly pubes, thick around the base of the Tomas'
cock and spreading and down around his balls. Ryan moved his palm down
Tomas' strong thigh, but his eyes were now on the hard cock at the center
of this beautiful boy.

The cock lying back at an angle toward Tomas' abs.  The shaft was about as
thick as Ryan's own, but the cockhead was larger, a deep red that demanded
attention.  The light glistened off the drops of precum at the tiny lips
and running down the cockhead.  A thin strand of precum slowly fell from
the cockhead and touched Tomas.  The string remained attached at the
cockhead, and Ryan used his finger to wipe up the small pool on Tomas'
belly and then moved his finger upward to let the string collect on his
finger.  After he touched the wet cockhead, Ryan put his finger to his lips
and slowly licked the sweet juice.

Tomas watched Ryan and smiled at the pleasure he saw on his face when he
tasted Tomas' precum.  He watched as Ryan's hand moved back to his cock and
rubbed the remaining precum around the cockhead.  He watched as Ryan moved
closer to look carefully at his dick and then closer to lick it.  He
watched as Ryan opened his mouth and took the cockhead inside.  Tomas
moaned loudly as he felt the tongue washing around it. Tomas had wondered
about somebody new to this -- but Ryan was a great cocksucker!

"AAwww yessss Ryan suck my dick yea suck my dick..."

Ryan took the cockhead to back of this throat and reached down to play with
Tomas' dark ballsac, covered with little black hairs.  His tongue licked at
the underside of Tomas' shaft as his fingers slowly rolled the big balls
around.  He felt his own cock throb as he touched the older boy's sex with
both tongue and fingers.  He pumped his face up and down the hot, wet
shaft, shifting to kneel between Tomas' legs without losing the cock or his
rhythm.  He moaned at the amount of precum Tomas' dark dick was oozing into
his mouth, and he used it to lube the cockhead over and over.

"Yessssss suck it like that tongue it like that mmmmmmmm..."

Ryan sucked with genuine need, ad his finally pulled his mouth off Tomas'
cock and knelt back on his haunches.  He smiled at the dark eyes watching
him, then leaned in to lick at the two dark nipples, licking and sucking
alternately.  He moved his tongue slowly down between the pecs and over the
abs to the pubes, and they brushed against his lips and tongue.  Then he
licked down around the base of the cock to that big sac and the globes
inside it.  He moved them around with his tongue, sucking briefly on each
one.  He pulled the sac downward carefully with one hand and licked the
balls as the soft skin stretched over them.  All the while he was inhaling
the scent -- of balls, cock, precum, and the sweat and bit of piss that
collects in every boy's briefs.

Raising again to the cock, Ryan began to nurse on it slowly, but taking it
in deeply each time.  When he pulled his lips slowly to the top, his tongue
worked rapidly around the swollen cockhead.  Oh, how he wanted this!
Tomas' cum from deep inside his body...  Tomas' cum sucked deep into his
own...  He continued, despite the groans coming from above his head, to
suck and lick slowly.  He recognized the signs.  The cockhead was hugely
swollen now; Tomas's groans were longer and deeper; the cock even seemed
hotter...

"Awww god yea..."  Tomas' belly clenched, The legs alongside Ryan's
shoulders quivered.  Tomas sucked in big gulp of air and then let it out
loudly as he came.  "OOOOOO Oooooo cumminnnn cummminn
OOOOOO... uuuhhhhhhhh..."

The shots were hard and almost splattered against the back of Ryan's mouth.
He swallowed the enormous amount fed him by the first eruption just in time
to feel the second fill his mouth again.  Swallowing and sucking, he
reveled in the pleasure he was giving the moaning boy above him, his own
pleasure in eating his cock and his cum.  He sucked and pumped until there
were only the few drops Ryan then sucked out and washed around his mouth
with his tongue.

Ryan sat back again, slowly stroking the cock, still hard and covered with
the thick white cream from inside.  He watched as the cockhead throbbed a
few more times -- and yet another drop of cum oozed out!  He leaned in lick
the head and then the shaft, slowly cleaning Tomas' cock.  He finally let
it drop as he rubbed his hands lightly over the thighs on either side of
him.

"My god, Ryan..."  Tomas was panting.  He smiled.  Then he grinned.
"You're one hell of a cocksucker!"

Ryan raised himself to lay on top of Tomas' body, hot and damp with the
sweat of good sex.  He lowered his lips to Tomas, and they kissed and
licked and kissed and licked, passing the remaining cum back and forth
between them.  With a few final pecks of his lips on Tomas' Ryan then lay
himself on top of the warm body he'd just sucked off.  They lay there, each
breathing deeply.

They traded positions, Tomas kneeling between Ryan's legs.  He blew lightly
on the wet cockhead and then sucked it in, slow and deep.  His fingers
moved under the younger boy's smooth balls.  He let the cock slide out of
this mouth and licked the ballsac, moving the balls around with his tongue.
He went back to the cock, then to the balls, then back and forth.

"Oh fuck, Tomas... yeaaa... it's so good..."

Tomas could already feel Ryan's thighs quivering.  He dropped the dick and
sat up, massaging the belly and chest in front of him, toying with the hard
nipples, stroking up under the arms and down the side.  Ryan groaned and
moved against the warm hands.  Then Tomas pulled gently at the hairs in the
little bush at the base of the dick, slipping one hand under Ryan's ass and
into his crack.  He slid it upward and touched Ryan's hole at the same time
he took the cockhead back into his mouth.  He pressed his wet finger in as
he sucked, gently but insistently.  The center of Ryan's entrance gradually
opened, and Tomas slipped his finger inside.

"Oh my god oh my god yes Tomas yes yes yes..."

He fingerfucked slowly, still sucking.  His finger reached in farther and
found Ryan's prostate.  As he massaged it, Ryan bucked hard against the
finger.

"O fuck!  O yeah!  There there there..."

Tomas felt the cock in his mouth stiffen and the cockhead swell a bit more.
His finger felt the new tightness inside Ryan, and he rubbed his finger
around the little gland inside, pressing very lighty.

"O fuck I'm gonna... O god cummminn... ooooooooo... uhhhhhhhhmmm..."

The hot young juice shot hard into Tomas' mouth; he swallowed and continued
to suck.  He was surprised at the amount of cum Ryan was giving him.  More.
And more.  Ryan was writhing against the finger inside and the mouth on his
dick, moaning loudly as he shot.  Finally, the last of it was on Tomas'
tongue, but Ryan continued to moan and twist against the finger, against
the mouth.  Tomas pulled his finger out carefully; it popped wetly, and
Ryan grunted.  Tomas let the cock out with one final lick on the cockhead.
He lay down next to the sweating boy he'd just sucked off.

Ryan quieted.  Then he whispered hoarsly, "Inside... you hit that place,
didn't you?  In the book..."

"Yes," Tomas said.

Another new sensation, Ryan thought.  So much to learn.  So much
to... enjoy!

They were quiet for a while, Tomas just stroking the arm next to him.  Then
Ryan asked, "Tomas, will you fuck me?"

Tomas waited and then finally said, "Yes.  But not today.  I want you to
prepare yourself.  When you jack off, put your finger inside, too.  Do it
several times.  Come over on Saturday.  In the morning.  I'm going to take
some time getting you ready.  I want your first time to be something you'll
remember."

________________________

A note to readers: Chuck is the main character in "Tyler Becomes a Man"
(Adult/Youth - although he is 15 when the story begins), and Tomas appears
briefly in that story.  Tomas is one of the main characters in "Tomas and
the Dick" (Young Friends).  For more on Tomas and the partner he refers to
in this chapter, see that story.