Date: Thu, 15 Apr 2004 14:11:08 -0400
From: Chris Scapes
Subject: Skateboarder Ryan (Part 8/?)

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

Skateboarder Ryan ( Part VIII )
By: Chris Scapes

Sometimes, to be alone together, Ryan and I hung out behind the school. On
Fridays, it was the only place that seemed to be abandoned. We played around
with each other all the time. Being the older brother type of guy, it mostly
consisted of me teasing Ryan and roughing him up a little. It seemed to make
him feel good. I could tell by the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes,
and the smile on his face. As we made our way to the soccer field, the
bleachers blocked our view. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him
closer just so I grind my knuckles across his scalp. It was the ultimate
nuggie and I saved it just for him!

"Yeah, yeah! It's always easier to pick on somebody half your size!" Ryan
punched me in the arm and broke free from my grip. He got away just in time
to avoid my reaction and yet continue to tease me. "No wonder your soccer
team sucks! With weaklings like you on it! You suck Chris!" Ryan pointed and
laughed at me. I gave him a dirty look and started punching my fist into my
palm.

"O.K., that's it runt! You're gonna see who sucks." I bolted after Ryan as
fast as I could. He ran to the soccer field and disappeared from my sight.
When I made it to the field, it was empty. My eyes searched for any sign of
life. There were only the quiet echoes of an abandoned school lot, my
breath, and a gentle afternoon breeze. My eyes scanned the field. My ears
became more sensitive. I could hear breathing. Sure enough, when I turned
around, I saw something move under the bleachers. I moved toward them
slowly, pretending still as if I was searching elsewhere.

I made my way to the bleachers. Underneath them, it was surprisingly roomy
and better yet, it was hidden from public view. As I crept forward, there
was nothing but the rustle of grass under my feet and the sound of the
breeze blowing through from between the seats. Then, all of the sudden, Ryan
fell on top of me. He had been hiding above on a bench.

Ryan and I rolled around on the ground together, wrestling with all our
strength. I tried to get control of him but Ryan's body was so tight and
agile that my hands had trouble holding him. We grabbed and punched and
tried to pin each other, but no one gained the upper hand. At one point,
Ryan tried to sit on my back to pin me with his weight. I bucked and
squirmed but Ryan held on tightly. He was way too smart to be beaten that
easily. After rolling around a bit, I finally got him off me and tried to
pin his arms behind him. Neither of us had much luck subduing the other. We
only succeeded in tiring each other out. In the end, we called a truce and
laid on the ground panting, looking over each other as we spread out on the
ground. It was Ryan that broke the silence.

"Oh, dude I'm glad that's over. I got something in my shoe. It's bugging the
heck out of me." Ryan removed his skater shoe and I saw my opportunity. I
pounced on him and started tickling his foot. Even with a sock in the way,
he was super sensitive. "You jerk! Truce! Truce! We called a truce!" Ryan
wretched and squirmed at the gentle touch of my finger, tracing the arch of
his foot. "You liar. You big ugly liar!"

"You can't get off that easily with me." I said arrogantly. Ryan rolled
around on the ground. At one point he tried to crawl away but I flipped him
on his back and made the tickling all the more torturous. His face turned
red and he tried to coil up into a ball. His soft hands grabbed at me here
and there. In a last ditch effort, Ryan tried with his free foot to push me
off.

Instead of freeing himself from my grip, he made it worse. His baggy skater
jeans allowed me to grab his other leg and with both of them now in my
control, I sat on them. I continued to tickle. Now my hands moved up his
sides and into his pits. Ryan began to realize that his escape was hopeless
and his squirming fruitless. And yet he never gave up the fight altogether.
It was a trait I admired in him. Ryan laughed and tried to breathe. The tips
of his ears turned red and his cheeks were slightly flushed. His smile
glowed. Ryan clearly loved every minute of it and so did I. His laughing was
music to my ears.

After a couple minutes of playful torture, I decided to stop. Ryan laid on
the ground and caught his breath. His smooth young face was relaxed now and
his thin red lips were relaxed. Ryan's short black hair was disheveled. My
eyes continued to absorb as much of his beauty as they could as my heart
swelled with love. Eventually, my eyes met his.

Ryan rolled his eyes at me, stared blankly upward, and lay motionless on the
ground. His tongue hung from the corner of his mouth and his arms were
spread outward on the ground. He was still breathing a little heavily.

"You alright man?" Ryan did nothing. "Hello... Earth to Rye." There was still
no answer! I moved over to his wrist and lifted it. Ryan's arm fell limp to
the ground and he did nothing. I looked into his deep blue eyes. They stared
past me blankly. I could tell then that this was all a part of his act.
Ryan's chest rose and fell more slowly as he caught his breath. I placed my
hand on his chest. I could feel the heat from his body mixing with my own.

"Well, well, well. Here I am with this cute little boy and he's all passed
out." I lifted his arm once more. This time however, I brought the back of
his hand to my lips and kissed it. Ryan still did nothing!

"So that didn't get your attention, huh?" I dropped his arm and placed my
hand on his belly. Like the rest of his body, it too was soft and warm. My
hand drew to a fist, bunching up his shirt in my hand. I lifted his shirt.
The sight of his tiny little nipples and smooth belly tickled me on the
inside. I bent over and kissed him on the chest. My nose enjoyed the smell
of his skin. After a few random pecks on the chest, I pressed my fingertips
into his armpits and tickled him once more.

Ryan squeezed his lips together tightly, trying to hold in the laugh, trying
not to move too much. But eventually, his laugh broke the seal in his lips
and his body twitched all over. Although I got Ryan to laugh again, his
ignoring me was beginning to get frustrating. It was probably the meanest
thing Ryan could do to me. Even more tortuous than tickling.

"Well aren't we a tough little trooper? I guess there isn't anything I can
do to wake him up." This time I got in Ryan's face. "I know what to do."
Ryan's tongue was hanging out still. I too stuck out my tongue. But this
time, I touched the tip of his tongue with my own. I played with his tongue,
rolling it around with my own. The breath from his nose tickled my upper
lip. Ryan opened his mouth wider so we could make more contact. Our spit
lubed up our tongues so that they glided across each other like silk. His
breath bellowed from his mouth. Those butterflies started moving around in
my chest again. I stuck my tongue deeper and deeper into his mouth. Enjoying
the taste and the softness of his kiss. My hand stoked the side of his face.
There was growing pressure in my pants. Finally, I had gotten Ryan's
attention. But not wanting him to get too excited just yet, I stopped making
out with him.

When I stopped, Ryan still returned to his little game. Ignoring me and in
the process, irritating the hell out of me! But, I had one more trick up my
sleeve.

"I guess there isn't anything I can do to wake up this sleeping stud." I
rolled onto the ground next to Ryan and looked at him. The most handsome
twelve-year-old skater boy in the word was lying next to me. My eyes looked
over his smile and my teeth clenched. I took note of the softness his cheeks
and the gentleness of his breath that escaped his tight athletic body. Part
of me wanted to run my tongue down the side of his face. Another part of me
wanted to leave him alone, so that his youthful body and spirit remained
unspoiled for all to enjoy. My eyes continued to trace the side of his face
and his lips. They ran over his chest, which was once again covered by his
shirt. Some skateboard brand was written across the front. I decided to hug
Ryan and lay my head on his chest. In my ear, I could hear his heartbeat and
his breath filling his lungs. It was a peaceful sound.

My hand began to wander. It started at his thigh and moved upward. My hand
slid up the bottom of his shirt and rubbed the area around his belly button.
But this was not enough. I wanted to touch more of him. My hand moved lower
once again. This time however, it traveled down inside of his pants and came
to rest at that intimate spot right outside of his underwear. I noticed that
his mom still made him wear those tighty-whities. Oh, how I've grown to love
them so much! Ryan didn't have an erection but his mound was easy to feel
out. My fingers fondled him. With a gentle hand, I squeezed and tugged on
the mound. Finally, Ryan broke the silence and spoke in a whisper of
ecstasy.

"So this is what high school hunks do under the bleachers, huh?" He wore the
most innocent smile. "You know Chris, there isn't anyone around."

"Yeah, so?" Once again I was enchanted by his voice.

"Well, nothing against your hand and all but you're mouth feels a whole lot
better down there." And on that statement Ryan thrust his groin. His warm
little pouch seemed to fill my hand even more. I swallowed hard and took a
deep breath before lying on the ground between his legs. He opened his belt
and jeans button. I opened his zipper and exposed what I had been feeling up
before. I pushed his jeans all the way down to his knees.

"Chris, hit me with your best shot." Ryan closed his eyes and with a smile,
folded his hands behind his head.

I kneaded the soft cotton sack with my fingers. There was no distinction in
his mound between his balls and his penis. To me, it meant I would have to
make it feel good all over. And there was definitely no complaining on my
part. I noticed that there was a little bit of cotton fuzz covering his
mound. It reminded me of the sparse little hairs on his arms and legs.

I began by kissing his mound all over. The underwear tickled the tip of my
nose as I moved about. The smell and warmth of that spot was unique to
Ryan's crotch. I began licking him allover. The more I licked, the wetter
his mound became and the more I began fantasizing about taking the whole
thing in my mouth.

Sometimes, I would stop roving, seal my slips to the surface, and suck. A
little of his bulge passed my lips and I tickled it with the tip of my
tongue. At this trick, Ryan shuddered. He looked like a little boy, lost in
a dream and his whines were those of pleasure. I continued to suck him here
and there. As I passed over the entire mound, the cotton absorbed my saliva.
It seeped into his cotton and I sucked it out again, wondering what it may
have mixed with in his crotch. Once the bulge was soaked, I took as much of
it in my mouth as I could.

Using my tongue, I massaged the bulge as best I could. The taste was sweet
and it was surprisingly comfortable. But now however, a knot began to form
on his mound. Ryan laid his feet on my back. His legs seemed to pull me
closer and push his package deeper. As I moved my tongue around, the knot
swelled even more. It grew larger and larger with each caress. After beating
my tongue against his mound one last time, I had to pull it out. It began to
grow so fast, I was afraid it might start to gag me!

I looked at what had been in my mouth. The white cotton, soaked with my
saliva, allowed me to see more clearly what was trapped inside. I looked up
and saw Ryan looking down on me, a huge smile across his face. His chest was
heaving. His nipples wanted to cut through his tight skater shirt. When I
looked back down, his erection had grown so large; his underwear could
hardly contain it. This time, I took the tip of his cotton-covered prick
into my mouth. My tongue beat against the tip before my lips sealed around
it and began to suck. Ryan was giggling and squirming around on the ground
before me. His legs pressed harder into my back. Ryan's privates were as
sensitive as the soles of his skater feet.

After playing with him for a minute or two, I pulled it from my mouth and
kissed his trapped erection. Then, my lips moved upward, past the top of his
briefs and all the way to his belly button. I hung out there for a little,
kissing and sucking, before moving up towards his chest. As my kissing
reached his neck, I could feel the dampness of his groin seeping into my own
clothing. I kissed and sucked on the side of Ryan's neck. His smooth young
skin tasted sweet and was soft to the touch of my lips. Ryan moaned ever so
softly as his hands rubbed my back. His body squirmed under mine and I
especially liked the feeling I got when I could feel his whines vibrating
from his chest. My body was heat rising as my excitement grew.

Finally, I made it to his adorable face. His long black eyelashes fluttered.
Our lips locked. I played with his tongue the way I played with his penis a
few moments before. I ran my fingers through his hair. As we made out, I
began humping Ryan. It was slow and passionate. My humping seemed to
hypnotize Ryan. He became very passive to everything I wanted to do to him.
He arched his neck back and I kissed him under the jaw. My lips traveled
down his neck.

We made out for what seemed like forever. Swapping spit and nibbling on each
other's lips and tongues. The sun was setting and under the bleachers, it
was getting very dark. Ryan gently broke this kissing. His breath tickled my
chin and smelled sweet.

"I don't think we're going to get much farther down here. I have to be
getting home or my parents will get pissed." I let out a sigh of
disappointment. Once more I kissed Ryan on the lips and bit his top lip
before rolling him onto his stomach. With that done, I laid on him, burying
my nose into his hair and breathing deeply. I loved his smell. I moved a
little lower and began sucking on the back of his neck. Ryan closed his eyes
and his body relaxed. I had to be careful. Giving him a hicky would not help
anything.

As I licked and sucked, I once again ground my groin into him. This time
however, my junk rested on his firm butt cheeks. I could feel the pre-cum in
my pants. As I humped Ryan, his hands ran through the grass like my fingers
through his hair. I began humping harder and I could sense Ryan's own
arousal growing. Still wandering through the grass, Ryan clenched his fists,
ripping the grass from the ground. It must have been his way of venting pent
up sexual frustration.

I slowed my humping, slid down his back and raised his shirt. As before I
kissed him everywhere. His back was strong yet lean. His soft skin was taunt
and youthful. I moved to the small of his back and sucked him there.
Finally, I was content and allowed Ryan to get up.

"Like I said bro, your mouth feels a whole lot better. Rest assured that
when I'm in bed tonight. I'll jerk off thinking about you." Ryan gave me a
hug. He buried his face into my shoulder and I squeezed him as tight as I
could. For a moment, I rocked him and petted his hair. It didn't last long
enough `cause I eventually had to let him go.

"Well Ryan, I don't think I can wait that long. I need to go take care of
business right now! You know, if you hold that stuff in too long, your balls
might explode!" Ryan giggled and we both started home, looking forward to
the next time we could be alone.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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