Date: Sat, 10 Apr 2010 09:38:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: T Claybourn <silkystetson@yahoo.com>
Subject: You want me to do what, chapter 26

You Want Me To Do What?
Chapter 26
By Terry

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Everyone  that read this had to know the rules by know but here I go  "if
you to young to read this please leave we dont want to get the site into
trouble."

A special thanks to my editor Jere and to my loyal readers because if it
was not for  his editing and all the encouraging e-mails Chad and Ryan
would of died along time ago.

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The restaurant was in the resort, and the male host took us to a table by
the windows, so we could see the snow covered mountains and slopes, as
fresh snow started to fall.  When he gave us the menus, Ry told him what we
both wanted. I just looked at him . . . how did he know what I wanted to
eat? Hell, I didn't even know what I wanted without looking; however, it
did sound good. The host left, and when the waiter showed up, Ry told him
what we wanted to eat, and what we wanted to drink. The guy smiled, nodded,
and left.  Ry decided to have a salad, while I had soup (big mistake).

"I never had that," I told him.

"Me, either, but Red said it was good; he had it last night," Ry told me.

I just looked at him for a minute. "Red is my running partner," he told
me. I just smiled, then looked out the window.

It only took a half hour to get our meal, but Ry and I really didn't say
much. We really couldn't act like a couple in public. Hell! I look like I'm
fourteen, and Ry looks older than twenty-one.  The soup made my tongue
throb like crazy, so the ice out of my drink felt sooo good! Then my
eyebrow started to itch like a bitch in heat, due to the temperature of the
room, since I couldn't scratch it, `cause it would bleed. So, I did my best
to ignore it, but finally I gave up; I couldn't take it any longer . . . I
had to scratch it.

"Why did you decide to do those, and who did them?" Ry finally asked me.

"Always wanted them." I hesitated for a minute.  "You mad?" I asked him.

"I think it looks sexy," he told me; I smiled at him. "But you're not
supposed to have those at school," he said. I just shrugged my shoulder at
him.  "So who did them?" he asked again.

"His name is Chase; he's the owner's son, and the manager's bf," I told
him. I thought he was going to swallow his tongue. "Everything was sterile,
and he wore gloves," I said quickly. I didn't want him to start yelling at
me in public; Ry just shook his head.

"You've got better sense then that," he told me; I just shrugged my
shoulders again. He was right; I do have better sense then that, but when
you're on a good buzz, all your sense goes out the door.

"If you want me to, I will take them out, " I told him, praying that he
would say `no'; and he did; he just shook his head `no'.  We ate in
silence; not much to talk about when you are eating a great dinner, and
your tongue hurts a little. For some reason, Ry and I got a different
plate; the meat was the same, but he got rice pilaf and I got a twice-
baked potato; he got mixed veggies (broccoli and cauliflower); I got
asparagus. Therefore, when no one was looking, we snagged bites off each
other's plate.

The bad thing was . . . every time I moved, the plug up my ass would
move. The good thing was . . .  I got horny. Ry was looking out the window,
munching on whatever was in his mouth, as I sat there trying not to be
noticed, as I fucked myself on the plug. When I slipped my foot between his
legs, he jumped, and looked at me; I just smiled at him.

After the bill was taken care of. Ry got up and dropped a five on the
table, and helped me to my feet. We did get a few stares, but that's all
right; we really didn't care.

I thought we were going to head to our room, but Ry had me wait, as he went
to the front desk, where the person there handed him a key. He came towards
me, and put his hand on my shoulder, then led me into the elevator. Inside
the elevator, I tried to get Ry to kiss me, but he just shook his head
`no', and then jerked it toward the doors, to a sign that said, "These
elevators are monitored for your protection." Therefore, I just stood there
with my hands shoved in my pockets. When the door opened, Ry took me by the
hand and led me down the hall to a room with the number `three' on it. We
were no sooner in the room, when Ry pushed me against the wall.

"You're a tease," he told me, taking my mouth into his. Before I could say
anything, Ry had my shirt off, his hands under my arms, and he lifted me so
we were nose to nose; then his mouth was on my nipple. I placed my feet on
his hips, which opened up my legs. I still had my pants on, so Ry was
unable to do much else to me. "Grab those," he told me, pointing to
something. I looked up to find coat/towel hooks above my head,. They looked
like eagle claws that were made out of cast-iron, which was imbedded into
the concrete walls, so there was no chance in hell of them coming
out. "They should hold you," he told me. As I grabbed them with both hands,
he pushed his shoulder into me, so that in case they did give way, I would
not fall. It was a matter of seconds before Ry had my pants undone, down,
off, and tossed across the room. Then he grabbed my legs, and put them up
on his shoulders, his face nestled between my legs. "Don't cum," he
 ordered, with a pat on my ass.

All I could do was gasp, when his hot mouth engulfed my dick. I felt his
thumb rub my nuts for a few minutes, and then his thumbnail scraped that
place between the balls and ass. When he started to play with the butt
plug, I jumped forward. One of my hands instantly came down, and grabbed a
fist full of his hair.

In the room, you could hear the sound of the hot tub, the light music that
was playing in the background, and us making our little love noises
. . . the grunts and groans, and oh's, mm's and aw's.
 Just when I thought I would lose it, and cum, Ry pulled off. Giving my
dick one last lick, he gave me a real evil grin. He moved his hands up my
sides, and stopped under my arms, helping me off the hooks. Then he dropped
his shoulders, and my legs slid off, and down to his hip. I locked my legs
at the ankles, around his hips, pushing my hard, aching dick into his hard
stomach. My arms automatically wrapped around his neck.

His mouth connected with mine, and we kissed hard. I could taste myself on
his tongue, which only made my dick jump with excitement. Ry's hands softly
rubbed my hips, as we kissed. I tried to pull his mouth back to me, but he
pulled off and gave me a smile, and shook his head `no'.  I buried my face
into his shoulder, smelling his smell, and the sweat and cologne he was
wearing. My mouth found the one spot that made his knees go weak. I sucked
hard; then I felt him move us away from the wall, as we walked across the
floor.

Ry sat me down on something that was soft under my naked ass. Then his
hands came up to my shoulders, and pushed me back. I was thinking this was
where he was going to fuck me, hard and good, but to my surprise, he pushed
me back.  "Close your eyes," he told me, kissing each eye closed. Then he
kissed the tip of my nose, and I heard the pop of a cap coming up. I
thought for sure this was it, so I just wiggled a little and brought my
knees up, so he could remove the plug, but he just laughed a little.  "You
want it bad, huh, pet?" I nodded 'yes.' "Not yet," he told me, and poured
something warm on my chest.  Then he ran his fingers through it, spreading
it all over my body, avoiding my dick on purpose. I think he thought that
if he touched it now, I would explode all over us, and I probably would
have

When Ry's hands left my body, I shivered, and he laughed. He helped me move
around to where my legs were hanging off the table on which I was
laying. He pushed my legs up to my knees. 'Here it comes,' I thought,
bracing myself to get impaled by his hard cock; but, again, I was shocked
when all he did was slowly removing the plug that was up my ass. He
laughed, when I let out a frustrated sigh. Then he helped me to my feet,
and led me over to the hot tub, which had been warming up this whole
time. He stepped in before me, and then helped me step in. Once in, he had
me turn around and squat down. "Spread your cheeks for me, and try not to
cum," he ordered me. I did as I was told, and his hands on my hips slowly
brought my ass down to meet his cock, I had to think of something to keep
me from shooting my load all over the ground. Once I got used to the
feeling of Ry's cock up my ass, he stepped back, leaving his hands on my
legs.  Then he pulled
 them out, so that I was now on my knees, and the jet of the hot tub was
pulsing against my dick. I laid my head back on his shoulder, and my arms
came back and hooked on his hips. While he fucked me hard, my mind was in a
tizzy, and, as the jets hit my dick, his mouth was on my neck, and then my
ears.  I could feel my ass tighten around his cock every time the whirlpool
hit my dick. I brought one arm up, hooking it around Ry's neck, pulling his
mouth closer to my neck, wanting him to suck harder, or bite me. At this
point, I didn't care if he brought blood.

When I thought I was not going to last until he told me to, I heard him
say, "Cum, my Pet." He bit my neck hard, and I shot my load so hard it took
my breath away. My ass tightened around Ry's cock, and he shot his load in
me so hard it hurt. I could feel him go weak, so I braced myself on the
side of the tub. Just as Ry laid against my back, his head layed to one
side, and I could see him out of the corner of my eyes. He had this most
amazing look on his face. "Wow, pet! That was awesome!" he said. Wrapping
his arms around me, and pulling me back against him, we sat in the hot
water, letting the sounds of the tub and the music carry us away. His cock
had gone soft already, but it was nice to just be sitting there. Then we
heard a buzzer going off. "Time we clean up," he told me, as he pushed me
to my feet. It didn't take long for us to clean up and get dressed. Ry
grabbed the key, as we headed out. "Meet me in the room," he said, with
 a kiss to the cheek, before the elevator doors opened.

I headed to the room to find Chase standing outside the door, just slipping
something under it. When I touched his shoulder, he jumped a foot.


"Fuck, dude! Give me a fucking heart attack, why don't you?" he yelled,
clutching his chest, his eyes as big as a bobble-head animal. I just busted
up laughing. "Not funny, pretty boy," he said, as I calmed down. I was
still snickering, when he turned and stomped away.

"What did you want? I asked him, rubbing my eyes.

"In the note," he told me, before the door closed.


I opened the door and picked up the note.  "Chad, if you want to hang with
me and my buddies, meet me at my shed.  Juan doesn't get up until
noon. Chase." I crumbled up the note and tossed it into the trash. I wanted
to get more skiing in tomorrow, and hangng out with Chase and his friends
didn't sound like skiing to me, but just laying around, getting high again.

I headed to the shower, even though we had just gotten out of the hot
tub. I didn't want to smell like chlorine the rest of the night. I started
to strip off my clothes, when Ry came in. He gave me a smile, and started
to remove his clothes as well. I just cocked my head to one side. "Yeah, I
know it won't be the same as the hot tub," I told him. He just gave me a
smile, and picked me up, and placed me in the tub, under the spray.

"No, but it will be just as fun," he told me, with a grin.

Sunday was a blast! I started skiing/snowboarding about ten, or so. Chase
and his friends met up with me about one. His buddies were pretty cool; we
rested a little, then went right back out on the slopes. Since Sunday was
my last full day of fun, I wanted to get the most out of it. "Chad, dude,
are you alright?" I heard one of Chase's friends ask me, when we stopped to
get something to drink.

"Yeah, why?" I asked, looking at him. By now, all the gang was looking at
me.

"You look odd, kind of purple like," one told me.  "Probably just cold, " I
told him. When I looked at my hands, yeah, he was right. I did have a
purple color to me.  I noticed by the clock on the wall that it was four,
and I had to meet Ry at five.  "I'll go take a shower," I told them, and I
handed over the snowboard I was using, and headed back to the room.  I was
in the tub for a while, so when I heard Ry come in, I stepped out, and
wrapped a towel around me. When I stepped out into the main room, I felt
like I was punched in the chest. It hurt, and I was unable to breathe in;
it was as if I forgot how to inhale. Ry turned to look at me, and his
eyebrows went straight. "I can't breathe," I managed to gasp out, when he
got to me.

"This is room 304; we need help. My cousin is not able to breathe," I heard
Ry tell someone. I laid my head on his chest, and fought myself to breathe;
I mean, I had to tell myself `in, out; in, out', just to get it right.

The next thing I knew, our door flew open, and there were guys in white
suits with red x's on their chest and sleeves. I was laid down on the
floor, with a mask put over my face, and then Ry faded out.