Date: Wed, 07 Mar 2001 06:19:44 -0800 From: Joey Ryan <joeyandryanstory@hotmail.com> Subject: Joey and Ryan, Chapter One "Joey and Ryan" by Ryan Okay, well here is my first ever piece of writing that I have ever submitted anywhere! This year, I am taking creative writing as part of my senior English. At first, I thought that it would suck, but I wrote some essays that I guess I'm pretty proud of. So, I decided to try something new, something very very close to my heart. Here is a story about me and Joey. It is entirely true, except for certain names and places have obviously been changed. I have never told a soul the things that you will read in my story. You are the first. The parts of my past that I tell in the story are only with those people, Joey, and myself. I don't completely know why I am doing this... telling a bunch of strangers about my life, but I have liked reading stories at Nifty for a while, so I thought it was fitting. This is my first attempt at putting on paper anything erotic, and these are the parts of my story which I find a little cheap and corny as far as the writing goes. But, I will try to get better..... Hey, back off, I'm only 17! Our story starts with this past summer, when it all began, and as more chapters are added, I will catch up to the present. Please respect mine and Joey's privacy and wishes, and do not copy this to anywhere else on the Internet. Yeah, I know, it probably won't stop the people who want to, but I need to at least ask you not to. As I said, this is my first time, so bear with me. Please feel free to write to me and let me know how I am doing at JoeyandRyanStory@hotmail.com. If you're going to just write and bitch me out, please save yourself the time. Oh, and if the thought of two kids falling in love offends you, please go home to your depressing little trailer and sit lonely in your lazy-boy watching Mash reruns. If you want to read a part of two people's hearts, then read on..... :-) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= JOEY and RYAN A Work in Progress... There is nothing like the feeling of being the big man on campus, and as Joey Burns walked home on his last day of sixth grade, he knew that in just a few short months, he would be giving it up. In September, he will be the low man on the totem pole once again, as he starts seventh grade. But who cares? It's summer! It wasn't very far for Joey to walk, but the hot Florida sun made it almost unbearable. As soon as he walked through his door, he shucked off his now sweat drenched t-shirt and threw it onto the growing clothes pile, the kind you would expect to find on any 12 year old's floor. He was truly content as he plopped down on the couch with a Dr. Pepper in one hand and the remote in the other. This was going to be a great summer... Meanwhile, just a mile away at the high school, while cleaning out my locker, I was thinking the same thing. Summer meant baseball games and staying up late; sleepovers and sleeping in. Yep, this was going to be a great summer. I mean, don't get me wrong, I do like school, I just don't want to live there. I guess I'm a pretty good student. Okay, so it doesn't really show in my grades. I just don't like homework. I feel pretty confident with what's between my ears though. So I suppose you'd like to know a bit about me? Well, I'm sixteen, although by looking at me, you'd probably think I was thirteen. My mom says that I'll grow soon enough, but when you're a junior in high school (senior in three months) that's not much of a consolation. I've always been the `little guy' in the neighborhood and in school. I don't mind it so much though. I figure God will give me what He wants to give me, when He wants to give it. Other than that, I'll just go with the flow. I guess you could say I'm your typical All-American boy next door. I'm about 5'3" and 115 pounds, with brown eyes and brown hair that I usually keep semi-spiked (I would have said just `spiked' but I don't want you thinking I'm some punk looking kid!). "Ready to get out of this bitch for the summer?" My best friend Mike has always had a way with words. "Yeah man. Where did the year go?" I finished up with my locker, and we started walking to the parking lot. "You going to the party at Jenna's tonight? I think I'm ready to do it, right there tonight." "Whatever, dude. You've heard of T.M.I. right? Too much information? Do what you want, but I'm tellin' ya, Jenna isn't going to put out, and you know it." "Okay, like you know. Anyway, Jamie'll be there. Who knows, you might get some action tonight too!" Of course, Mike always looks out for my needs... As long as there's something in it for him! You see, the car we were now walking to in the school parking lot would be the same car Mike would have to be driven to the party in tonight, just like every other party night, and everything else we do together for that matter. Yep, he was definitely looking out for my best interests! That's okay, I hate the cheesewagon (another name for the school bus - you know, cause you've ridden it... poor you!) just as much as Mike, and I guess I'm happy to do it for my best friend. Mike's house seems to have a permanent parking place for my car. I pulled into it like I do every day after school, and we made our way inside the Burns' humble abode. Mike of course was still talking about how much `action' he was going to be getting from Jenna, and was doing so very loudly and animated, which did not escape the attention of Joey, who was quietly sitting on the couch trying to enjoy his favorite educational television program. "Hey jerk, I'm tryin' to watch Jerry Springer!" He whined. "So what," Mike retorted, as he went over to Joey and gave him a huge tittie- twister. You know what I'm talking about if you have a big brother. There's nothing playful about these, they just downright hurt! "We're gonna watch TV anyway, so go ahead and cry in your room, you little baby." Joey was in fact crying by this point, and with tears streaking down his cheeks, he ran past me and down the hall into his room. When he passed me, we made eye contact, and I gave him a helpless I'm sorry look. I hated the way Mike treated Joey. He was a bona fide asshole. Not just to Joey, but to just about everybody. He had a chip on his shoulder that weighed three tons, but we had grown up together, and I was usually able to dismiss it as his insecurity. Deep inside, I knew the other Mike. "Why do you always have to be so mean to him?" "What do you care?" "Well, I know what it's like to be the baby of the family. I would just never be like that if I had a little brother." "Whatever," was all Mike could say to justify his actions. So anyway, when I was feeling Jenna up last week, she told me she would give me a BJ if I wanted, and I think .............." ...... I just let Mike keep talking about what he was going to do and how he was going to do it, what position he was going to do it in, and even what kind of protection he was going to wear. Yep, T.M.I.! Well, anyway, we did end up going to the party, and Jenna did end up putting out (or at least that's what Mike said). Oh great, now I get to hear about that for the next three years! Of course, it started on the way back to his house, where we were planning to sleep over. At least he shut up long enough to pass his parents as they were talking in the living room. I said my hello's and we made our way to his bedroom. Well, his and Joey's that is. It was always pretty crowded in his room with the three of us, but Joey was usually asleep in his top bunk by the time we would get around to going to sleep, and tonight was no exception. I made myself comfortable on the bottom bunk, and we continued to talk about the evening's exploits. We were interrupted by Mike's dad knocking on the door and asking him to come to the living room for a talk. "Oh shit, Mike, you think Jenna's parents found out and called your mom and dad?" I was actually worried for him. "Nah, why would they... I mean... um, no... she wouldn't have told." Mike stammered to his feet and out the door. Over the next 20 minutes, the tones from the living room went from casual to heated, and back again, although I couldn't hear what they were talking about. I was just hoping my best friend still had his dick attached. Not that I was interested in it, just because I knew he definitely was. Mike came back in the same way he went out, unemotional. "What was that all about?" I asked. "Man, you're not going to believe this. My whole summer is shot!" He was starting to get a bit upset about it. "What do you mean?" "My dad just got this huge contracting job in Colorado. He says I have to go with him and help him. It's gonna take the entire summer! I can't believe this!" Okay, now pissed would be the better word. "Jeez, Mike. That really sucks! We were going to go camping at the end of the month. I guess that's pretty much out now." "Yeah, and now I'll never be able to get in Jenna's pants! By the time I get back, she'll probably be in the sack with Eddie or even Rob!" "What do you mean `never get into her pants?' What do you call what happened tonight?" "Well... um... uh, yeah. Actually, uh, what I said tonight was what I was planning to do with her at the next party." Typical Mike. I should have known. "Well, whatever. She'll still be here, and if she's not, you could always try Bethany Sanders!" Bethany was the grossest, most bugly (yes, that is a word in the teenage dictionary - you'll understand if you're somewhere under 50... wait a sec, I just got a thought of a 50 year old reading this story... no offense, but gross!). Anyway, Mike thinking about the 6 foot 3, 300 pound, acne faced Bethany Sanders at least put a smile on his face, thus achieving my goal. "Yeah, I can slap her leg and ride the next wave in!" We both started laughing hysterically at that one. We talked for a while about his near future, and I tried to cheer him up. At least he would make a lot of money out of the deal. A hell of a lot more than I would make this summer! We talked for probably like two hours, and then he casually dropped what was sure to end up being the most important utterance my ears will ever hear: "Oh, by the way, my mom is going to ask you tomorrow if you can watch Joey this summer. I usually do, but of course I'll be building tract homes for white trash in Colorado. Just when she's at work, you know, and she'll pay you. I hope it's a lot though, cause he'll freakin' give you a brain tumor just looking at his sorry ass." It took me a few seconds to register this. What would this mean? Is my summer shot now too? I always have loved Joey as a little brother, and probably moreso than Mike even did, but this could be a lot of responsibility. "Well, I'll have to think about it. I guess I'll sleep on it" "Yeah, speaking of sleep, we better get some" "Yep, I guess so. When do you guys leave again?" "Wednesday. So don't sleep on it too long." "Okay, just tonight then. And you sleep on Bethany Sanders!" Again, we laughed, but this time we then drifted off to a well deserved sleep. As I began my slumber, I thought about my possible `summer job' watching Joey. Some familiar thoughts entered my mind as I contemplated. Thoughts that nobody knew about except me. Thoughts that I was scared of... ---oooOOooo--- ---oooOOooo--- ---oooOOooo--- Ever since I can remember, I have liked boys. It's just the way I am, the way God made me. If I could magically wave a wand and make myself like girls, I would, but I can't. I have had girlfriends. I mean, it's never been hard to get one. I've always been a pretty cute kid, always short for my age, but the girls like that. They love my cute round cheeks and my nice little bubble butt (it's a family heirloom). Girls are good for appearance-sake, but they don't really do anything for me, if ya know what I mean. When I was about seven, I remember enjoying looking up the loose shorts of my friends. How the nice white fruit of the looms would peek through the leg, hiding the small immature packages. When I was nine, me and my friend Matt would take turns pressing our naked bodies against one another. I don't remember if either one of us was hard. I didn't really know what a hard on was at that time. Matt had told me that that's how guys and girls do the sex thing. It wasn't a big deal, and we only did it once. When I was eleven, my older brother brought home a porno and reluctantly let me watch it. The man in the movie stroked his big hard dick until some white stuff came out. I was mesmerized by it, and immediately went upstairs to see if I could do that too. I scooped up some Vaseline from the jar in the bathroom, and ran to my room, happy that I finally figured out why my dick got hard. I stripped off my pants and shirt, leaving my tenting bright white underwear on, and sat Indian style on the floor. After rubbing my raging boner through my underwear, I shucked them off as well, leaving my 3-inch circumcised cocklet pointing to the heavens. I spread the gooey stuff all over my boner, and began stroking with my entire fist, as I had seen the man in the video doing. The sensations immediately came upon me, and I fell into a trance. I knew that from that moment on, me and my dick were going to be seeing a lot of each other. As I stroked on slowly, I felt myself entering unfamiliar territory. My little toes were curling up further than they had ever before, and my breathing was getting heavier. I could see that my little bare chest and barely chubby tummy were getting flushed, as I felt my hairless balls tighten up. I threw my head back, and my legs went rigid. My back arched, and my hips bucked in the throes of pre-pubescent orgasm. I stifled a moan as my little curved one- eyed friend throbbed in my hand. As I came down from my new powerful high, I realized that there was no white stuff like the man in the video had. I wasn't worried, cause I knew whatever I did, I did it right. A few weeks after I figured out jacking off, my friend John from my Little League team stayed the night. He was 12, and had a little bit of Hispanic in him. That night, we both huddled closely in my bed, playing with our raging erections through our pyjamas. "Do you ever get boners?" John asked. "Yeah, do you?" was all I could say. "Yeah, all the time. I even have one right now." "Really? Me too." John and I talked for several minutes about what we were supposed to do with girls. Although I kind of didn't believe him, he said that he already had some experience with a neighborhood girl a little older than us. The entire time we were talking, we innocently stroked our rigid poles, feeling the wonderful sensations our ministrations brought. "I'm so horny right now!" I said. I was really getting hot and bothered. I was only 11, but I knew I needed release. "Cool. God, me too. Do you wanna try something?" "What?" "Well, I heard that if we lay on top of each other and press our boners into each other, it'll be like having sex with a girl." "Well, I don't care if it's with a girl or a boy, I'm so horny I need sex so bad." Of course I didn't really have the foggiest clue about sex. I just knew that my cock was hard, and a couple weeks before I found out that there was a reward for it. Although I wanted to do what John had in mind, I was really very nervous about it. Apprehensively, I followed John's instructions, and we got from underneath the covers, and started taking off our pyjamas (We were both wearing baseball themed thin cotton ones). When we got to just our tightie-whities, I got butterflies, but John calmed me by saying we could do it with our underwear on. He was the pro, and instructed me to lay on top of him, boner to boner, and grind my hips into his. We got into a really good motion, and switched places a few times. I really preferred being on the bottom, and so did he, so that was a bone of contention (bad pun) throughout our sex game. After what seemed like an eternity, John said he was tired of wearing underwear, and said it would be better without. I was so into what we were doing, I would have done anything to get my nut. So we both took off our little fruit of the looms, and for the first time in my life, I lusted. John had a tiny collection of black curly pubes at the base of his 4 inch hard on. I was mesmerized by it and could only comment, "Woah, you have hair?" He beamed proudly, answering, "Yeah, Mexicans are known to have a bush." Well I guess I wouldn't call it a bush now, but to an underdeveloped preteen like I was, it certainly beat what I had. We got back into the act quickly, and I was rewarded for my decision to take my underwear off. It was the best feeling I had ever had. We really started bucking against each other, as our individual orgasms started brewing in our nether regions. Sweat was beading off our tiny sex crazed bodies, and our faces contorted with pleasure. I began hearing John moan, "Faster Ryan, faster and harder!," as he opened his thighs wider and locked his calves around my butt. That sent me into overdrive, and I pushed for all I was worth. We were both so close to that place I knew so little about, yet longed for. Our mouths were open and our eyes closed, just basking in the sensations coming over us. John was the first to achieve his prize, bucking madly under me moaning and stuttering words I could not quite comprehend, but enough to send me over the edge. I started bucking in unison to him, our stiff peckers throbbing wildly against each other, and as soon as it had come over us, it was gone, replaced by the feeling of total peace with the world. Well, at least that's a way of trying to describe it... Of course, we all know that it is more of an undescribable feeling. Neither one of us could cum, but that wasn't important. We stayed attached to one another for what seemed like hours, but could have only been minutes (who was paying attention to the time!). After that, we put our underwear back on, but only our underwear, and stayed up the rest of the night, enjoying the sunrise through my window. We sure were tired for our game that day, but it was our secret why, and would remain that until this day when I put it on paper. We bonded that night like few have the opportunity to, but John moved to the other side of town shortly after, and I have never seen him since. ---oooOOooo--- ---oooOOooo--- ---oooOOooo--- As I woke up, I could feel sweat all over me, and something a little thicker than sweat in my boxers. Mike was still sleeping, of course, so I quietly crept out of bed and into the bathroom to wash up a bit. As I came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, I was startled to see Joey waiting outside, dressed only in his little white fruit of the looms. There was an awkward silence, and all the while I was reminded about what I was dreaming the night before. He broke the silence. "I heard what you and Mike were talking about last night." Another long silence, as i wondered where he was going with this. "And, umm... I... um... really-want-you-to- watch-me-this-summer-cause-we'll-have-so-much-fun-and-I-really-like-you-a lot." He spit that last part out so fast I chuckled a little. "Well, I guess I have plans for this summer, huh bro?" And with that, our summer began. --- End of Chapter One --- Well, there it is, my first installment of my very first story! I hope it's okay. Please let me know if you would like me to continue it. After all, I don't want to keep writing when I have better things to do, if people don't want to read it. JoeyandRyanStory@hotmail.com... We will both read your feedback!