Date: Sat, 14 Aug 2004 08:10:05 -0400
From: Chris Scapes
Subject: Skateboarder Ryan (Part 10/?)

NOTE: This is a fictional work and is never going to happen. It's just
entertainment dude! Enjoy.

Skateboarder Ryan ( Part X )
by: Chris Scapes

We were alone in his basement. I put my hands out in front of me. My left
wrist was over my right. Ryan took some rope and started to lash them
together. With each coil, he pulled a little tighter. At one point, I looked
up and Ryan's eyes met mine. He had the most adorable smile on his face. He
enjoyed playing with me and I with him. He wore those track pants again. A
tight skater cap and a tee shirt with the DC shoes logo on the front. It was
his trademark look. As I stood in front of him, watching his nimble fingers
at work, I felt my heart beat faster and my hands get colder. My eyes were
locked on his parted lips. I could almost feel his breath on the back of my
hands.

Like a boy on a mission, Ryan finished his knots. A string hung from my
wrists. Ryan stood up on a chair that was beside me and threw the rope over
a pipe that was exposed on the ceiling. As he reached up to loop the rope
around the pipe, I looked to my side and was able to catch a glimpse of his
smooth little belly peaking out from the top of his pants and the bottom of
his shirt. I could imagine myself sticking my nose there and breathing
deeply. Smelling his essence and kissing him gently. I was so concentrated
on Ryan the only thing I could hear was my heartbeat and the gentle swish of
his pants as he moved beside me.

At last, Ryan finished his handiwork and I could feel my arms restrained
above me. Ryan got down and pushed the chair in front of me. He sat there
silently. His eyes started at my feet, traveled up my legs and over my chest
until at last we looked into each other's eyes.

"You know Chris, you look pretty sweet hanging there like that." After
uttering those words, Ryan's eyes traveled back down my body. He leaned back
in the chair and stretched out. Ryan was slouching with one of his elbows
resting on the back of the chair. My eyes couldn't help but feast in him.
They stared at the side of his face where his short black hair stuck out
from the bottom of his skater cap. They moved downwards to the soft skin
right in front of his ear where I loved to kiss him softly. I could imagine
my hand cupping the side of his face, my lips locking with his. I could hear
in my mind that deep breath Ryan always takes right before we make out. I
could hear the gentle sound of our kissing. I could imagine the warmth of
his skin and the shutter of his body as we made contact. I could imagine my
legs rubbing his and my hands gliding over his taunt young skin. But
instead, I was forced to stand and watch, as my little skater stud looked me
over from head to toe.

Ryan concentrated on me and I on him. I wanted nothing more than to grab
him, kiss him, touch him. But I couldn't. To see him there so handsome and
pure and yet not be able to rub his knee frustrated me. Ryan continued to
survey me and gawk at my body. His hands started touching himself. His palm
rubbed his knee and moved up his thigh. Ryan's pants and our breathing were
the only sounds between us. His hand, it moved to his chest and Ryan pressed
one of his nipples through his shirt and whispered. "Oooooh, something's
getting erect under there!" At his comment, we both let out a snicker.

Oh I was melting on the inside and tingling all over. I began to play with
the knot securing my hands but my arms were getting tired from being held
above me. Ryan's hand moved back down to his lap and cupped his crotch. At
this point the inevitable happened and my own erection fought for freedom.
Ryan laid his head back and massaged himself through the pants. His own
erection was beginning to show. His ears were starting to flush.

After feeling himself up before me, Ryan stood and removed his shirt. He
turned his cap backwards so it would out of the way. He stood before me and
wetted his lips. His eyes were large and hypnotic. His hands were always
gentle. Ryan wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tighter than I had
ever imagined he would. His ear rested right on my chest. I could look down
and see the softness of his skin and the curve of his smooth young back. Oh
how I wanted to return the hug, to wrap him with my legs. But he was in
control and I was at his mercy.

With one arm still wrapped around me, and his ear pressed to my chest, Ryan
started stroking my side. His hand traveled from my armpit to the top of my
jeans. The slow and gentle motion of his hand sent a shiver through my body.
At last his hand went to my nipple and began tweaking it through my shirt.
The contact made my knees wobble but the rope kept me in place. Ryan
giggled. He then opened his mouth and started sucking on my nipple through
the shirt. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I gently started
moaning. Ryan's tongue was so alive. I wanted to pass out.

By now, Ryan's erection was at full staff. After he stopped sucking my
nipple, Ryan wrapped his arms around me once more and started humping me,
thrusting his mound against my leg. I noticed that there was so much pre-cum
in my pants, it was as if I had already cum before. Ryan's hands reached
down in front of me and opened my jeans. They slid to the ground with a
gentle thud. I looked down to see the huge tent in my boxers. My prick stuck
straight ahead at full staff. The tip glistening through my boxers from the
leakage I'd experienced.

Ryan returned to the chair in front of me and started pulling on his mound
like before. His cheeks were red and his body was tense all over. He took
off one of his skater shoes. Ryan used his foot (still in his sock) to
traverse the inside of my legs. When he got to my crotch, he would use his
toes to tickle me and my tent bobbed up and down. Ryan played with himself
all the while. He had pulled down the top of his pants and jerked at his
erection before releasing it from his pants and stroking it. Ryan looked at
me and fondled himself. Jerking off faster than I'd ever seen before, Ryan
looked at me and moaned. In no time, he came and cum shot on his chest and
it ran down his legs. I even heard the gentle patter of it hitting his track
pants. Oh how I wanted to touch him. But all I could do was stand and watch.

Ryan stood and shoved his skater shoe in my face.

"You like?" All I could do was nod my head. Ryan pulled it away and lifted
my shirt. As he stood there, I noticed how his cum rolled down his pant
legs, leaving dried white streaks. Ryan started kissing my chest again and
ground my prick into him. When Ryan heard me moan, he reached down and used
his finger to gather some cum from his leg. I stuck out my tongue to take it
but Ryan promptly wiped it right next to my mouth.

At last, Ryan sat on the chair before me. He opened the slit in my boxers
and my boner popped out in front of him. He took a finger and tickled the
bottom of my balls, which felt incredible. He continued to do this and I was
putty in his hands. I giggled and tried to move away but was stopped when he
wrapped his soft hand around my shaft. At that instant, all became serious
again. Ryan leaned in on my erection. Cum dripped from the tip again. He
stood up, removed his skater cap and put it on my own head. It was warm from
his body and smelled exactly like him. Ryan moved back down and proceeded to
take my penis in his mouth. He sucked me off like me had never sucked
before. He always took as much as he could handle. With one hand, he would
feel up my chest or massage my balls. The other groped himself. Of course,
it didn't take long for me to cum and fill his skater boy mouth with my
load. A little of it leaked from the corners of his mouth as he pulled it
out and looked up at me.

Ryan stood on the chair in front of me and slowly freed my arms from above.
He made sure to lean close to me. Once I was untied, I spoke again.

"You know, Rye, there is one thing missing from your pants there."

"What's that?" He asked with a smile.

"You need some of mine too!" Ryan grinned as he finished untying my hands. I
pushed him down onto the floor and started wiping my own cum on his pants. I
dragged my crotch along his leg and humped his thigh. His black track pants
were warm and slimy but we both loved the feeling. Ryan rolled onto his
belly and I did the same to the other side of him. I humped him and wiped my
cream all over his pants. It felt especially good to grind my crotch into
his firm round butt.

When I was done, I laid on top of him. Ryan wiggled a little under me and
turned his head to the side. I kissed him softly. His legs kicked underneath
of me. I reached back and pulled off his sock and started tickling his foot.
Ryan loved that. When he was out of breath, I let him catch it. Then I took
off his other shoe and we wrestled around on the floor some more before
going back upstairs and cuddling on the couch.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hope you liked it.