From: idreamcanu@aol.com (IDreamCanU)
Subject: New Story: "Ryan" part 2 (t/t)
Date: 22 Mar 1998 05:03:05 GMT

The following story is a work of fiction written for the enjoyment of the
reader.  Do not download or read if you are offended by stories involving teens
exploring their sexuality or stories about teen males engaging in sexual
activity.  If you don't mind stories of this type read on and enjoy.

I would like to thank two close friends for assisting in this work, one for the
time and love spent in editing thus making this a better work, and the other
for the love and support he gives me.  Thanks guys-you know who you are.

RYAN by IDreamCanU

Part Two

"Now  what?" I asked myself.

I felt so alone, no where to turn.  Where was I to go?  I've started the ball
rolling by running and now what were my options.  Why does my mom hate me?  I
love her so much and she returns hurt.

Somehow I ended up in the elementary school yard. I walked to the playground
slide. "Now what?" I asked myself again somehow expecting an answer.

Hugging my knees I laid down my head. Sobs wrenched through my body and I was
blinded by tears.  Images were going through my head, images of life without
problems.   I wondered what it was like to come home to a mother and father,
sit down to dinner together and be a real family.   No one got slapped around
and if you got into trouble it was discussed as adults and not physical at all.

I again winced as I touched my eye, wiping away the tears  - it was swollen and
I couldn't open it.  I headed down the street with my head hung low , my feet
knowing where to go even before my mind registered my destination.

A few minutes later I was standing in front of Steven's house, looking at his
window from the sidewalk.  Taking a deep breath for moral support I headed for
the door.

"Steven, please answer," I said to myself.  I wanted him to answer not his
parents.  If they answered it would be a scene and I didn't need that at all.

Finger trembling I rang the doorbell and waited.   It felt like a lifetime and
I was overcome with relief when Steven opened the door.

He stood there for a second, stood there looking at me in disbelief.  He had
seen me after my mom went nuts before but by his reaction I must have looked
real bad.

"Oh my God, Ry!  Did she..? I mean are you OK?"

His voice was full of confused emotion, I could hear hurt and anger but that
was tempered with a tone of real caring.

"I need a place to stay.  Can I crash here?" I pleaded.

He took my arm and I let him guide me to the stairs.

"Who's at the door Stevie?" I heard his dad ask.

I looked at him pleading - pleading with my eyes for him to keep quiet about
what happened.

"Just Ryan, he forgot his math book and needs to borrow mine."

I allowed myself to breath. He covered for me.

"Thanks," I whispered.

"Not too late boys, it's a school night,"  his mom called as we hit the stairs.

I was glad to be upstairs in his room, I felt safe and knew his parents
wouldn't bother us unless we got loud.

I sat down on the corner of his bed, eyes cast down. I really didn't know what
to think - all I knew was that he made me feel safe and I was hoping for some
of that feeling.

"What happened?" He asked kneeling before me.

I saw concern in his face as our eyes met. "She got pissed at my attitude -
that's all.  It was my fault."

"Bullshit!!  This is not your fault.   She should be locked up for..."

"No!!" I screamed interrupting him.  "She didn't mean anything it was my fault.
 Please don't get me in deeper."  I was so worried that he or his parents would
say something to my mom or the police.  Oh God - not the police.  They would
take me away from her, I can't live without her.  My head was spinning and all
sorts of crazy thoughts were bouncing around in my head.  I was losing it again
and couldn't stop.

Again sobs rocked my body as wave after wave of fear and hurt washed over me. I
almost forgot where I was until I felt a strong arm around my shoulder.

Steven was now on the bed, his arm around my shoulder pulling me close to him.
I looked up at him - he was looking at me with love and compassion.  There was
even a tear on his left cheek - he was actually crying for me, no, not crying
for me, crying with me.

I let him pull me to him, resting my head on his shoulder.   I let all the pain
come out, all the pain I'd locked up for so long.  When this passed I just
stayed there feeling his arm around me, feeling him rub my back.   Somewhere in
my fog I could hear him talking to me - telling me it was all right, that he
would always be my friend. I had not felt this loved in a long time.   I never
wanted this feeling to end. I was feeling scared too - was Steven interested in
me also?  Was that why his arm held me so tight?

I looked up at him, looked at him with love and thanks.

He was smiling back.  "You OK?" He asked while running his fingers through my
hair.

I nodded "yes." Before I knew what happened I said what was on my mind - what
I'd been feeling for so long.  "I love you Steven."

He jerked his hand back like I'd slapped it.  His eyes were locked on mine with
shock.  He stood up and looked at me for a second. He had a look of confusion
on his face.

I guess I had finally blown it for good.  I told him how I felt and he didn't
know what to do.  I can't do anything right.  I had hidden my feelings and the
fact that I liked guys so well and in one second I ruined my life.  How could
he ever like me now.

"I'll be right back."  He headed out the door.

I could hear his footsteps as he went down the stairs.  I guess he was going to
tell his parents about me.

It seemed like hours as I sat in his room wondering what was being said.  I was
lost in thought when I heard the door open.  Looking up, I saw Steven's father
there.

"You're staying here tonight."  He said plopping down in a chair he had moved
close to the bed.

I nodded, relieved.

"We need to talk 'man to man' about what happened."

Worry hit me.  Was he going to call the cops?  I could ask Steven not to do
anything but how could I stop his father, stop an adult?

"It was my fault, I got her mad."  I was hoping to defuse it some by taking the
blame.

His father was shaking his head. "No it isn't. It is not your fault."  He took
my hand and held it.

He was showing some compassion, something I didn't expect.  He had always been
a macho guy and I thought, without feeling.  My heart sank some when he told me
he had called my mother.

"What'd she say?"

"I didn't give her a chance, I told her you were staying here for the rest of
the week."

What have I done?  By coming here I've made her madder at me.  I've gotten
others involved.  I could feel the tears starting again and tried to fight them
back.

"Ryan, you are not at fault and I will not let this go on.  I've seen you for
some time with bruises that were more then just a light slap.  I gave your mom
a choice.  I told her to cool down and get some help and I'd let it drop.  I
also told her if I ever, EVER, get wind of her hurting you again, I would come
down on her like the plague and turn over what was left to the police."

"Please," I pleaded.  "Don't make it worse."

He tilted my head up, looking me straight in the face.  "No kid deserves to be
beat."

His voice got a soft fatherly quality to it as he told me how much he liked me,
that I was a good influence on Steven.

"His grades have never been better.  He told me that you were helping him with
his school work. I can't thank you enough for that."  He sighed, "I will not
let a friend of this family be hurt."

"Thank you." I whispered.

He sat beside me and gave me a hug.  "Your mom knows she was wrong and she
knows you don't deserve this shit from her or anybody."

 "You hungry?"  he asked standing up.

"No, I'm fine."

"OK.  I'm going to get you some clothes from your house and have a talk with
your mom."

I started to tell him not to go but he held up his hand keeping me quiet.  "My
wife is coming with me and we will sit like adults and talk - that  I promise
you."

"Go talk to Steven for a bit and I'll be back in a while with your stuff. Is
there anything you need me to bring?"

I told him to get my school books and some clothes.  That was all I really
needed.

Steven came up a few moments later. He pulled his door closed and gave me a
funny look.

"I'm sorry," I said, as he walked in.  "I didn't know what I was saying."

"Then what were you saying?"  He sat on the floor across from me waiting for an
answer.

I sighed, "I'm not sure."  What was I going to say?  I was backed into a corner
and didn't see an exit.  Would he understand that my love went farther then
just friendship?

"We are friends right?"

"Yes."

"Then talk to me - what else is bugging you?"  He took a deep breath.  "If you
don't trust me then who can you trust?"

Great! What was I going to say to him now?  I guess I could just go for broke
and speak my mind and pray for him to stay my friend.
"I don't know what you mean."

"Yes you do."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm not doing anything - I want you to talk to me."

I sat on the floor near him trying to buy some time.  I was on the spot and
unsure how to proceed. Could he handle the truth?

I went for broke.  "I said what I felt, you are a great friend and I love you
for being there for me.  Only a true friend would stay and you have stayed.
That's all."

Oh boy, I said it.  I told him how  I felt with a semi-cover story attached.
The ball was in his court now - was he going to bounce it back or hit it out of
the park?

Steven had a strange look on his face, like he was tormented by his feelings.
For the first time ever I saw doubt and fear in his eyes.  He was always the
strong one, the one to stick up for me, the one who was my support.  I felt
pain in my gut - had I caused this to happen?

I went to his side, sat there quietly for a moment.  I was waiting for some
clue as to what to do.

"You OK Steven? Please tell me what's wrong."  I could tell he was upset and
even though I was hurting I had set all that aside - he was number one in my
heart and his pain was mine.

Several times I could see him trying to form a word, trying to say something
but pulling back at the last minute.

"Stevie what's wrong?" I asked.

He  looked up at me with moist eyes, he was not crying but he was on the verge
of breaking down.

"God Steven, what's the matter?"  I was so concerned for him, my pain
forgotten, my problems in the past.  My focus was on my friend, he was my
world.

"I don't want to lose you as my friend." He said so quietly I almost couldn't
hear him.

I didn't understand, what was he saying.  "I'll always be your friend - shit
who else would put up with you."  I was trying to add some humor.

"No you won't," he said quietly.

I didn't know what he was saying, what was bugging him?  "Hey bud," I said.
"I'm going no where.  What's with you?"

"What about Ian?"

I could see hurt in his eyes.  Was he afraid Ian would come between us?  "I
told you I'm going nowhere.  What is wrong?  Please talk to me."

With trembling lips he spoke. "Did you mean it when you said you loved me?"

"Yes I did.  I do love you."  Well I said it.  No cover story this time - this
was out in the open.

I was in shock over his next move.  He rested his head on my shoulder and
started crying.  His tears were hot and soaked my shirt.  I placed my arm
around him just like he did for me and held him.  I let him cry - let him purge
what was bothering him.

When he quieted down I looked him in the eyes.  "What's wrong?"

I could see him take a deep breath. "It's you - when you came over.  I saw you
hurt and was scared for you.  I've always...well you know.   I sort of look out
for you."

"I know.  Thanks."

"No you don't understand."  He looked so torn - in such pain.  "It's more.  I
love you also."

"What?"  What did he just say? This was not happening! Mom must have knocked me
out and I'm dreaming.  "What did you say?"  I had to hear it again.  My heart
skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat as I waited for his reply.

"I love you.  I always have.  I mean I didn't think you cared for me like that
but when you said it.  I mean, damn I don't know what I'm saying."

Looking back up at him our eyes met.  His were a deep blue with a hint of
green, like looking into a pool of deep water.

I was going to speak but was stopped by his lips.  He had leaned over and
placed a kiss on my lips. I felt a tingle from my toes to my head, I never
thought anything could feel so right.

Steven was sitting there, I guess he was waiting for some sort of reaction from
me.  It took me about half a second before I moved in close and softly returned
his first kiss with one of my own.  I heard him, no not heard, I felt him sigh
as our lips and tongues met.

We both shot up pulled from our awakening passion by a knock on his door.

"Steven, we're going to Ryan's house now.  You two be OK for a while?"

"Sure dad," he answered. "We'll be fine.  We need to work some things out."

I almost swallowed my tongue with that comment, did Steven know what he had
just said?

There was an awkward silence when his dad left.  It was like we wanted to
continue but were unsure how to proceed.  I leaned forward again and he moved
to meet me.  Again we kissed, tongues entwining.

I could feel my cock getting harder and harder as we continued kissing.  "OH!"
I moaned, almost cumming as I felt his hand rubbing my leg.  He was moving
closer and closer to my crotch with each stroke but kept falling short.  Fuck
he was getting me hot.

"Are you as horny as I am?" I asked Steven.  I was hoping we could fool around
some more while his parents were gone.

He didn't answer me, instead he just looked down at himself.  I follower his
eyes to his crotch - fuck he was hard.  All I could see was a tented area by
his zipper.  If he got as hard as  I did then he must be hurting.

"I need to jerk off, if I don't I'll explode."

He didn't even wait for a reply, he had his pants off in a flash.  I was
entranced by this display of boldness.  I watched as he peeled off his shirt.
His skin was tanned and the nipples were standing up hart almost like little
erasers. I was holding me breath as he slipped off his underpants.

He was like a Greek god, firm and tanned, well except for the pale white skin
where his underwear covered him all the time.  His cock was hard and must have
been almost 6 inches.  He had a bit more hair than me, I just had some over the
top but his was spreading downward, downward to his nuts.

"You joining me?"

"What?" I asked coming out of my trance.

"I said are you joining me?"

"Sure."  I started stripping my clothes from my body.  This was so cool - I'd
had dreams about this and now it was coming true.  I wonder how far we would
go.  Would he suck me off?  Could I do him?

Steven was lying on the bed patting the space beside him.  I laid down where he
indicated, our legs pressing together.

I followed his lead, stroking to the same beat as he was.

"Oh fuck this feels good.  You do this as much as I do?" he asked.

"Depends," I panted back.  "How much do you do it?" Man was his body hot - I
could even feel the heat from his legs.

"Every day," he replied through clenched teeth.

"Me too."

I felt wave after wave of sexual passion pass through my body.  My hand was
pounding up and down my hard cock while I watched him.   It was wild, his nuts
were loose and bouncing up and down in counter to his stroking,  I let my eyes
travel over his body.

I watched his knees open and close slightly as he worked himself.  He was
pumping his hips up to meet his downward stroke while his ass cheeks clenched
with each thrust. There was a sheen of sweat on his chest and his was breathing
so hard I almost felt it more then heard it.  I could feel myself getting close
and slowed up some.  I didn't want this to end ever.

I turned my attention to his face and was met by his eyes.  He was looking me
over as intently as I was him.  Our eyes still locked, he moved a bit closer.
Now our bodies were pressed together.  The thumping of his passion was being
transmitted through his leg and body to me.  I could feel him tremble with
passion as I knew he could me.

His cockhead was beet red and was very swollen and angry looking.  He had a
string of pre-cum leaking down to his hand.

"Oh yes," he moaned as he took the pre-cum and used it as a lubricant on his
hard dick.

Hearing that was too much. "Ohh!! OHH!!  OOOHHH!!" I panted shooting string
after string of cum out of my dick.  I could almost feel my nuts trying to
squeeze every bit out.  I continued stroking for a second, riding the orgasmic
wave to its end.

Turning my head to him I watched him buck his hips faster.

"Yes, Yes!!  YEESSSS!!" he screamed as he came.  I watched the cockhead flair
up as he shot.  On the second or third spurt he turned and hugged me.

I laid there for a moment and then hugged him back.  I could feel his cum on my
stomach as well as his dick throbbing once more as it coated my stomach with
his juice,  it felt so hot on my skin.

We laid there for a few minutes catching our breath.  I was looking into his
eyes while he was stroking my back.  I felt so safe and so loved at the same
time.  Could this be what all the pain I suffered was for?  A chance to meet a
true friend who loved me?

"Sorry I came on you."

Steven's eyes were downcast now.  He seemed embarrassed that he did what he
did.

"No worries - too bad I didn't think of that sooner.  It was wild."

"It sure was."

He got up and walked to his door.  I watched his ass as he walked down the
hall.  It was cute - never thought I'd say that about my buddy but shit he was
cute.

"Catch!" He yelled tossing something white at me as he came back in.

I felt a wet plop on my stomach as a warm washcloth hit home. "Thanks," I said
as I took the washcloth and cleaned up.

"I think we ought to get ready for bed.  If we are up when my parents get home
we will be in for a long  family talk about what happened with your mom."

"Good Idea."  I pulled on my BVD's and headed down the hall to take a leak.

When I got back Steven was in bed his back to me and there was a sleeping bag
on the floor beside him.

"You asleep?" I whispered.  "Steven?"

Getting no answer I climbed into the bag and tried to sleep.

I wondered if my mother was mad at me and if I could ever go home, but most of
all I wondered what was in the cards for Steven and me.  I let the happy
thoughts of this evening flood my being and drifted off to sleep, my cock
twitching in anticipation.

(End Part Two)