Date: Sat, 9 Sep 2000 18:18:37 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Son of a Preacher Man - chapter 2

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Son of a Preacher Man - by BW (Young-Friends).    Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 2 - The wonders of love.                  January 2000

Ryan and I met a couple more times in the barn for our mutual masturbation
sessions.  Everything had always gone off without a hitch and we were both
enjoying the throes of our sexual passion.  The next time we met, Ryan
asked me another question.

"Hey, Zach.  Have you ever had a blow job?"

Being inexperienced and not having many resources with which I could
increase my knowledge or answer my many questions, I responded. "What's
that?"

"It's when someone puts their mouth over another person's dick and sucks on
it."

"Ewww.  That sounds really gross."

"I've never tried it, but I've heard that it's really neat.  I'd be willing
to do it to you, if you'll do it to me.  What do you think?  Deal?"

I looked at Ryan's face and discovered that his eyes were pleading with me
to give in and give it a try.  "I know you were right the first time, but
you had done that before with another guy.  You've never tried this and,
well, I'm not so sure about this one."

"Look, what if I do it to you first and, if I don't like it, you won't have
to try it on me.  Deal?"

I thought about it, thinking that I'd really like to have him do it to me,
and I took a while before I responded.  Ryan noticed my hesitation and I
felt he was silently praying for me to give in.  Finally, I gave him my
answer.  "Okay.  It's a deal."

Ryan nearly jumped out of the loft with excitement.  He danced around,
pumping his fist in the air, and then he came over and hugged me.  "Thanks,
Zach.  I really appreciate you doing this for me.  I'll try to make sure
that I do the best job I can, so you'll enjoy it."

"Thanks, and I'll try to do the same."  Ryan almost started jumping around
again at my suggestion that I'd try it on him, no matter what.  While I was
lowering my pants, Ryan continued his little victory dance and I had to
chuckle at how cute he looked, wiggling around the loft.  When he saw that
I was ready, he stopped, walked over in front of me, and dropped to his
knees, grabbing my boyhood in his hand.

Slowly, he began stroking my rod and balls, bringing my cock to life.  Once
I became hard, Ryan pulled the foreskin all the way back, tentatively
sniffed around my bulbous helmet, and then he started licking all around
the dark-red head of my member.  I felt a wonderful tickling sensation as
he did that and my penis bounced around on his tongue.  This seemed to
excite Ryan even more and he began to lick up and down the entire shaft.
While he continued giving me a tongue bath, he reached under my penis and
he started to massage my scrotum, sending tingling sensations up and down
my spine.  After he had finished his licking, Ryan wrapped his mouth over
the head of my dick and he slowly slid down its length.  Eventually, I
could feel his nose brushing my pubes and my entire erection was surrounded
in a moist heat.  Once he had my entire member in his mouth, his head
started to bob up and down the shaft, his tongue still whipping around at
the same time.  The pleasure I received from his sucking action started to
send my body into spasms and I almost lost control of my muscles.  I
twitched and jerked with each of his movements and I looked down to see his
blond head of hair frantically sliding up and down the length of my meat.

The pressure in my testicles was beginning to build and I knew it wouldn't
take much more to send me over the top.  I tried to open my mouth to warn
Ryan, but only a small squeak would come out.  I tried to push his head off
of my throbbing prick, but I think that he thought I was urging him to
speed his efforts.  All that came past my dropped jaw and open lips were
some low, guttural moans, and I shot my load into Ryan's unsuspecting
orifice.

"Aaarrrhhh.  Mmmmmmmm.  Uggghhhhhhhh," I moaned as the juices flowed out of
my penis and into Ryan's mouth.  Lights were flashing in my brain and the
ecstasy of the moment consumed everything else.  Suddenly regaining my
senses, I looked down in fear, expecting Ryan to explode in anger.

"Ryan, I'm...I'm soooooo sorry.  I tried to warn you, but I couldn't speak.
I tried to push you off, but I couldn't move you.  Please, please don't
hate me."

Ryan looked up and flashed me his patented grin.  "Don't sweat it, dude.  I
didn't mind.  In fact, it tasted pretty good, a little salty, but not bad
at all."

Relieved, I hesitantly spoke again.  "Well, what else did you think?  Was
it something you might be willing to do again?"

"Sure.  It was fun and it really made me hot.  I think my dick's the
hardest it's ever been.  You're still going to do it for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, I told you I would.  Just give me a minute."

I took a few seconds to catch my breath and pull my pants back up and
fasten them.  When I looked over, Ryan had already lowered his pants and he
waited, somewhat impatiently, for me to begin.  His penis was sticking
straight out, like a steel rod, twitching in anticipation of what was to
come.  I slowly lowered myself in front of him and licked the head of his
penis and the piss slit.  His penis twitched even more, as my tongue came
into contact with it, and then I swirled my tongue completely around his
corona, tasting his full flavor.  Remembering what Ryan had done to me, I
started running my mouth muscle up and around the entire length of his
shaft, licking delicately over the entire length.  After doing this for a
few minutes, I opened my mouth and swallowed his entire organ.  Slowly, I
lowered my head to his crotch, enjoying the sweet masculine smell emanating
from his body, and then I pulled back.

"Hey, watch those teeth," Ryan squealed.

I pulled off quickly.  "Sorry, I'll try to do better."

"Just open your mouth a little more and you'll be all right, man."

I swallowed his meat again and bounced up and down on his rigid rod.  I
danced my tongue around his member, as I pumped faster and faster with my
mouth.  I could feel him shake and his balls lift in their sac.  I braced
myself for the torrent that I knew would follow.

"Here it cuuuuuuuums...," he squealed in a real high pitched voice.
"Uuuuuuummmmmmmmmm."

The first squirt hit the back of my throat and almost gagged me.  I
swallowed quickly as the other bursts followed in rapid succession.  I was
surprised at how sweet, yet salty, it tasted.  I thought it might disgust
me, but I was somewhat pleased with the flavor.  I continued to suckle on
Ryan's boy meat until it was totally flaccid and I let it slip from my
mouth.  I stayed on my knees, with Ryan leaning on my shoulders, savoring
every detail of this experience.  I stayed like that, letting Ryan use me
for support, until he came down from his sexual high.

"Oh, dude, thank you sooooo much for that.  It was awesome.  I'm so glad
that you were willing to do this.  I loved every second of it."

"Me too, Ryan, I'm glad that you suggested this.  I guess now I know that
I'd be willing to do this with you again sometime."

Ryan looked down and flashed me that wicked smile of his and said, "How
would you like to come over and spend the weekend at my house?  My parents
are going out of town for a wedding and they agreed to let me stay home
alone or have a friend over.  They're leaving Friday after work and they
won't be back until Sunday evening.  What do you say?"

"I say that I'll check with my father, but I won't tell him that your
parents are leaving town.  He's met you before, when he's picked me up at
the farm, and I think I can talk him into it.  Give me your phone number
and I'll call you later."

"Fuc...I mean, fantastic," Ryan uttered, catching his near slip in front of
a minister's son.  He knew that what we were doing wouldn't be acceptable
behavior, either, but he felt he should at least try not to swear when we
were together.  "Don't forget to ask, it means a lot to me.  We can do
these things all weekend long, if you're up to it."

"Why do you think I want to come over?" I said, trying to mimic one of
Ryan's evil grins.

He laughed at my effort and then we heard our boss calling for us to get
out there and return to work.  Like a couple of frisky pups, we sprinted
for the door, ready to earn our paychecks.

It took quite a bit of convincing to get my father to agree with the
sleepover.  I had to promise him that Ryan and I would both show up for
Sunday services, because I knew that Ryan would do whatever it took to make
this happen.  I phoned Ryan to tell him and I could picture him jumping
around in his house, phone receiver in hand, after I had told him that I
would be able to come over.  He sure is an excitable kid.  He agreed, as I
expected, about Sunday services and we decided that I should take my things
with me to work Friday, so I could go to his house directly from work.  The
next few days passed slowly, with the exception of the lunch hours, and
Friday afternoon was finally here and we were now on our way to my new
friend's house.

It was an older home, but it was clean and well cared for.  Ryan introduced
me to his parents and they shook my hand in greeting.  We talked briefly
and they thanked me for keeping Ryan company over the weekend.  If only
they knew what we had planned.  We helped them load the final few items
into their car and we waved to them as they drove away.

"So, what do you want to do first?" my blond-haired lover asked me.

"I think we should clean up first, because we're both smelling a little
raunchy from work."

"Yeah, come on.  We can shower together upstairs."

Oh, how I loved the sound of those words.  I grabbed my things and took
them up to Ryan's bedroom.  We both pulled our fastest strip routines and
we ran down the hallway to the bathroom, totally naked.  Ryan pulled back
the shower curtain and adjusted the temperature of the water until he
thought it was just right.  Ryan stepped in first and I got in and stood in
front of him.  Ryan grabbed the soap and he started to wash my body.

"You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all," I replied.

Slowly, he ran his hands over my body, spreading the soap over my chest and
down my arms.  Then he moved down and washed my calves and feet.  He turned
me around and washed my back and then slowly stroked my ass cheeks, letting
his finger slide between the two smooth mounds.  I whimpered slightly as
his finger stroked my rosebud, so he brought his soapy finger back and
pushed it against the opening.  I resisted his initial efforts and I looked
down at him with a questioning expression on my face.

"Relax.  It's something else I read about and I think it's worth a try.
Trust me?"

I looked at that cute face and realized that I did trust him implicitly.
In fact, I found myself falling in love with him.  At first, these were
just sexual exploits, but now I felt they were becoming acts of love.  I
wasn't sure if I should tell him, but I figured we haven't kept anything
else from each other, thus far.

"Sure, I trust you.  In fact, I love you.  Do whatever you want."

It took a second for my words to register with him, but then Ryan jumped up
in front of me.  I was scared, fearing I had said too much, too soon, but
Ryan soon allayed my fears as he threw his arms around my neck and hugged
me to a point just short of choking me.

"You do?  You really do?" he asked, looking longingly into my eyes.

"Yes, I do.  I guess that I just came to that realization, but yes, Ryan, I
do truly love you."

"Me too...I mean. I love you too.  I've wanted to tell you for a while now,
but I was afraid that you would think it was too much and then you'd want
to stop what we were doing.  I didn't...no, I couldn't risk losing you and
the enjoyment I got when I was with you.  I took the coward's way out, I
know, but I felt I would rather keep what we had than risk losing you
altogether.  Forgive me?"

"Nothing to forgive.  If I would have thought about it, I might have
chickened out too.  I don't know, but for some reason I just felt that I
had to say it."

"I'm glad that you did."  With that, Ryan brought his beautiful full lips
next to mine and he gently rubbed them back and forth over my own trembling
lips.  After I few seconds of that, I felt him starting to press more
firmly against me and then his lips started to open.  Instinctively, I
parted mine in response and soon I felt the pressure of Ryan's tongue
pushing toward my own muscle.  I flicked my tongue out to meet his, slowly
dueling for position.  Then I began sucking on his stiff protrusion, like I
had done on his penis before, and he started to moan in response.

"I love you, Zach, I really, really love you.  Do you still trust me?"

"Without reservation."

Hearing my response, he slid back down behind me and soaped his hand up
again.  Slowly, he rubbed circles around my two butt cheeks and kept
working his hand until he had his finger pressed against my hole.  He
looked up and smiled broadly at me, trying to ease any doubts that I might
have, and then he slowly slid his finger past the tight sphincter muscle.
I let out a slight gasp as it entered me, and he paused to make sure that I
was all right.  When he saw that I wasn't protesting, he continued to slide
his finger entirely in.  Rhythmically, he slid that finger in and out of my
tight hole, occasionally brushing against something inside me that felt
really good.  I moaned from the pleasure he was giving me, never knowing
that so much ecstasy could be had from that part of my body.  Ryan
hesitated when he heard me moan again, and then continued what he was doing
when he realized that I wasn't in pain.  He did this for a few minutes more
and then he removed his finger and went back to my front side, to wash my
genitals.  Tenderly he soaped my privates and then he pulled back my
foreskin and cleaned around the tender head.  When he was finished, I
shampooed my own hair, rinsed off my body, and then I turned my attention
to Ryan.

Gingerly, I started to soap up my lover's body, sweetly caressing every
inch of his flesh.  I soaped and stroked his entire body with my hands and
I repeated every loving thing he had done to me.  When I had finished
washing his most private parts, I dropped down and took his penis into my
mouth and tenderly sucked the entire length of it.  He released a little
groan, as I unexpectedly took his boyhood orally, and then he relaxed to
feel every loving movement I made on it.  I continued sucking, like a
starving piglet on its mother's tit, until he exploded in a mind-blowing
orgasm in my mouth.  I sucked every ounce of cum from his body and,
possibly, some of his strength.  Ryan grabbed at the wall and leaned into
it to keep himself upright, while I reached out to steady him with my arms.
I held him like that, as I slowly let his penis slide from my mouth.

"Thanks again, dude.  I didn't expect that one.  I never thought about
doing more than washing and rubbing you in here.  Good move, but now I owe
you.  Maybe that's why I love you."

Ryan dropped down on his knees and gave me the best blowjob I've had up to
that point.  He lovingly brought me to a crashing orgasm, causing me to
have to steady myself against the shower walls to keep from collapsing into
the tub, and then he stood up, hugged me, and kissed me tenderly with those
sweet, cum-covered lips.  After many minutes of kissing and hugging, we
left the shower, dried each other off, and went to Ryan's room to collapse
on his bed.

"You know," Ryan began, "I have many more things planned for this weekend."

"I bet.  Anything new?"

"Absolutely.  Remember when I slid my finger up your butt?"

"Certainly."

"Well, later I'm going to shove something else up that hole."

I must have had a startled look on my face when he said that, because Ryan
started to roll around the bed, laughing.  Once he settled down, he tried
to alleviate my fears.

"Don't worry, dude.  I've read up about this on the Internet and I know how
to stretch you out so it won't hurt.  Remember, you told me that you
trusted me, and I wouldn't do anything to harm you.  I love you too
damn...sorry, darn much to hurt you or lose you, but I wanted to give you
every wonderful feeling of love that I can.  I've read that this is one of
the best and most loving ways to be with your boyfriend."

"I trust you, Ryan, it just startled me when you said that.  I know you
wouldn't hurt me, any more than I would harm you.  I told you earlier that
I would do anything you wanted and I meant anything.  I love you, Ryan
Anderson, and neither heaven nor earth could stop me from letting you fuck
me, if that's what you want to do."

There was a sudden intake of air, as Ryan gasped and then choked when I
said the word 'fuck'.  I pounded him on his back and watched over him until
he started breathing normally again.  Then he looked at me with that
shocked little-boy expression and spoke.

"Damn, and I was trying to stop swearing in front of you.  I didn't think
you talked like that, being a preacher's son."

"I don't normally and I appreciate your thoughtfulness in trying to control
your own swearing.  It was just that I wanted to make that point perfectly
clear."

"Don't worry, you did," he informed me.  Having said that, we slid under
the covers of Ryan's bed and he pulled me to him.  He slid his arm under my
neck and I placed my head on his chest.  Then, I draped my upper leg over
his leg that was closest to me.  Our breathing slowed and relaxed, and we
drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's loving embrace.

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