Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2000 12:32:00 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Son of a Preacher Man - Chapter 6

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Son of a Preacher Man - by BW (Young-Friends).    Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 6 - The joys of Christmastime.            January 2000

I got off the plane in St. Louis, walked through the corridors to the main
terminal, and went to get my baggage.  I took a cab from the airport to the
bus station and caught the bus to the town where Ryan lived.  When I got
there, Ryan and his parents were waiting for me.  Ryan ran over to me and
we hugged each other energetically.  We both wanted to do more, but it was
a very public place and Ryan's parents were there.  We loaded everything
into their car and we rode to their house.  Ryan and I sat in the back seat
together, holding hands but doing it so his parents could see us.  It was
great just being together again.

We had dinner at the house, shortly after I arrived, and then I explained
to Ryan's parents that I was very tired from my trip and wanted to turn in
for the evening.  Ryan and I both said good night to his folks and we went
up to his room.  We cleaned up, went into Ryan's bedroom, and Ryan locked
the door behind us.  We stripped down to our underclothes and we began
kissing each other like two men possessed.  Our hands started roaming
wildly over each other's bodies, trying to reacquaint ourselves with our
lover's flesh and sensitive areas.  We continued groping and kissing until
we fell onto his bed, greedily trying to make up for lost time.

I sat Ryan up and lifted his tee shirt over his head, briefly breaking our
kiss.  Then he did the same thing to me, until all we had on were our
underpants.  I pushed him back on the bed, slowly pulling his briefs over
his already engorged cock, hardly able to contain myself until it popped
free.  I hesitated to admire him and noticed his faint tan line from the
summer, his increased growth of pubic hair, and his beautiful boyhood,
which seemed to have gotten a little bigger since I last saw him.  While I
paused to admire my lover, Ryan reached up and pulled my briefs down to my
knees.  We both kicked our underwear completely off, and then I bent over,
laying on top of my gorgeous blond haired stud.  I started kissing every
inch of his head, especial his mouth, and then I worked my way down to his
neck, licking and kissing the entire area where his jaw and neck unite.
From there I moved on down to his nipples, and I flicked my tongue over the
left one, causing it to go rigid, before I work my way across his chest to
the one on the right.  Then I ran my tongue down the center of his chest to
his navel, letting my tongue dart in and out that small depression.  I
swirled my tongue up and around the opening, French kissing that small
indentation on his body.

Next, I worked my way down his right thigh, nibbling at the meaty flesh and
bathing his skin with my saliva.  I then moved over to his left thigh and
did the same, working my way back up to his genitalia.  I licked his
scrotum and took one of his balls into my mouth.  I swished it around, from
side to side, and then I hummed softly on it, sending pleasurable
vibrations through his testicles.  After repeating my effort on his other
nugget, I started to lick my way up his rigid shaft.  I let my mouth muscle
roam over his silky flesh and I followed the path of his veins up and
around, until I reached the top of his pole.  When I got to the tip, I ran
my tongue all around his sensitive glans, and then I flicked my tongue at
the small slit in the middle, which was pulsing open and shut with each
beat of his heart.  Now that I had Ryan squirming in delight below me, I
parted my lips and wrapped my mouth around his woody and I slowly slid down
the blood filled organ.  I bobbed up and down on it a few more times and
then I pulled off him.

"Why did you stop?" Ryan wanted to know.

"I want to try something I read about on the Internet.  It's called a
sixty-nine.  I'm going to swing around and dangle my meat over your head,
so we can do each other at the same time."

"Why's it called a sixty-nine?"

"Well, think about the numbers.  The six and the nine look the same, only
facing in opposite directions.  That's what we're going to be doing now.
We're the same, bent over crooked like the two numbers, and facing in the
opposite direction, to give each other pleasure at the same time."

Pleased with my answer, I swung around and we began to attack each other's
member.  It had been so long since either of us had been able to satisfy
someone or be satisfied ourselves, that we sucked on one another like a
blind calf that finally found its mother's tit.  It wasn't long before we
exploded into each other's mouth and we savored every morsel until it was
gone.  We gradually got up from that place, to which we had collapsed, and
crawled under the bedding.  We cuddled in each other's arms, kissed one
last passionate kiss, and then we fell off into a blissful slumber.  It
would seem that we were both tired from the lack of sleep the previous
night, caused by the anticipation of being together again.

The next morning when we awoke, we decided to stay in bed and savor the
warmth and tenderness of our embrace.  After some time, we began a
discussion.

"So, Zach, have you made any friends at your new school?"

"Actually, I guess you can say I have made one friend."

"Male or Female?  Young or Old?"

"It's a boy, about our age."

"Really?  Is he good looking?"

I wasn't sure, but I felt there had been something more behind Ryan's last
question.  I was determined to find out what was on his mind.  "Not bad and
I found out just before I came here that he's gay."

"Oh, he's gay, huh," pausing briefly to gather his thoughts.  "Have you
done anything with him?"

I began to realize where this was heading.  Although I was bothered by his
lack of faith in me, I was a bit amused by the fact that this was bothering
him like this.  "Am I detecting some jealousy here?"

He paused, looking into my eyes.  "Maybe.  Well, have you?"

"I'm flattered that you care so much about me, but you don't have to worry.
He's a friend, nothing more.  Just because he's gay doesn't mean I'd attack
him or visa versa.  You, of all people, should know that he would need a
friend more than anyone else.  Do you remember what it was like before we
met and there was no one you could turn to for support?  Do you remember
wishing for someone you could just talk to about you feelings and
emotions?"

"Yes, I do.  I'm sorry.  I know I should trust you, but you're so far away
and I worry that you'll find someone new."

"Well, don't.  I love you and no one else could ever compare to you or
replace you in any way."

Ryan blushed.  "And you don't have to worry either."

"I know.  That's another reason why I love you."  Ryan wrapped his arms
around me and kissed me, snaking his tongue between my lips, seeking my own
in return.  After a minute or so, Ryan broke the kiss and we resumed our
conversation.

"How did you find out he was gay?"  Ryan inquired.

"I found this site on the Internet that has gay stories.  I was reading a
story in the computer lab when this kid came up behind me, without my
noticing him.  When he asked if I was reading Nifty, that's the name of
this site, I thought I had been outed.  I was scared to death and I bolted
from there and he followed me.  I really thought he followed me to beat me
up.  I was ready for a physical assault or verbal tongue lashing, but he
shocked me and told me he was gay too."

"Wow, that must have been scary."

"Yeah, it was.  Peter, that's his name, said that I was the only other
person he knew that was gay or who knew that he was gay."

"I guess he was glad that he saw what you were doing then."

"You could say that.  Anyway, we talked for a while and he asked me if I'd
ever really done anything and I told him about us."  You could see the
blood rushing to Ryan's face.  "He told me how lucky I was and he asked me
if I'd be willing to show him some things."

"He asked you WHAT?  You told him NO, didn't you?"

I could see that Ryan was very agitated by this revelation.  "Actually, I
told him I couldn't do anything unless you approved of it."

"Why did you tell him that?  Why didn't you just tell him no?"

"Ryan, think about it.  We have each other and this kid has no one.  If he
has to wait until he meets someone, who'd know how long that might take,
and he'd be at a severe disadvantage and might get taken advantage of.  He
needs to learn some of the things that we've learned with each other.  He
needs someone to show him that it's okay and let him experience how good it
can feel.  If I do anything with him, it won't be because I love him, not
like I love you, it would just be to help a friend grow and learn about
himself."

"Yeah and I know which part of him will be growing.  You can help him, if
you want, but then it will be over for us."

"Then I won't do it and Peter will just have to understand."

"You won't do it if I say no?"

"No.  I won't do anything that could cost me having you in my life."  Ryan
gazed into my face and then he started weeping.  The tears streamed down
his face and I tried desperately to determine if he was crying tears of
sorrow or tears of joy.  He answered my question when he leaned over and
hugged me.

"You know, you could have done anything you wanted to with him and I would
never have known."

"I know, but I would have known and I couldn't live with myself if I hurt
you."

"Then you didn't really want to?"

"Not for me.  I just considered helping Peter because he asked and he had
no one else to turn to."

"Now I'm beginning to feel guilty."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, you're only thinking of helping Peter and I'm only thinking of
myself.  I'm beginning to feel selfish."

"Look, let's drop it.  I told you that I wouldn't do it if you didn't agree
to it and that's what I told Peter.  You've said no, so it's no longer an
option."

"That's what I mean.  I was worried I might lose you and, because of my
fear, Peter does lose out.  I can't hurt him because I'm insecure."

I reflected over Ryan's last comment, trying to find an alternative that
would leave no one feeling bad.  "I've got an idea," I said grinning at my
soul mate.  "What if I were to tell Peter that he could come here with me
next summer, if he bought his own ticket, and we could both teach him about
being gay.  Then you'll be there too, to make sure things don't get out of
hand.  That way he'd have two of us to confide in and to teach him what he
needs to know."

"It's a fine idea, but I trust you, Zach.  You didn't have to tell me about
Peter or ask me if you could help him, but you did.  If that doesn't prove
that I can trust you, I don't know what would.  If Peter can't wait that
long, then you have my permission to teach him whatever you think is
necessary.  I won't question what you do.  Whether or not you actually do
anything with him between now and then is up to the two of you. Regardless
of what happens, you can still bring Peter next summer.  I'll clear it with
my parents.  Seem fair to you?"

"More than fair.  I love you Rye."

"I love you, too."

Ryan and I went down to have breakfast and then we returned to his room.  I
had something else I wanted to teach him, something new that I found on the
Internet while doing research for this visit.

"Ryan.  Where's your lube?"

"It's in my dresser.  I'll get it."  Ryan ran over and retrieved the jar,
then he returned to the bed and handed it to me.  "What do you want me to
do now?"

"Just lay on the middle of the bed and I'll take care of everything else."

Ryan lay on the bed and I moved over next to him.  I started kissing him
and diligently worked my way down his body, as I had done on previous
occasions.  I had scooped some lubricant out of the jar, before I had began
to kiss my lover, and I started to work it into my rectum, greasing it and
stretching it at the same time.  I did all of that without Ryan noticing
what I was doing.  When I had worked my way down to Ryan's adorable 5" cut
cock, I took it in my mouth and made sure he was fully aroused.  When I was
convinced that he was ready, I took another gob of petroleum jelly and
smeared it up and down Ryan's shaft.  When he was sufficiently lubricated,
I straddled his chest and started him kissing him once more.

"Ryan, I've wanted to do this for you since I first read about it.  Just
lay back, enjoy, and let me do all of the work."

Ryan nodded, as I backed up a little, lifting my butt over his erect
member.  Grabbing his prick in my right hand, I lined up my chute with the
head of his penis and then I slowly impaled myself upon it.  There was a
little resistance from my body at first, as Ryan's purple head pressed
against my sphincter.  It had been a while since we had done this and I
wasn't as loose as I had previously been.  Once the head entered, the rest
slid in fairly easily.  Ryan moaned, now deep in my boy cunt, and I could
feel the intense heat from his throbbing member.  I started with a slow
rhythm, lifting my body up and down his shaft, slowly rotating my hips at
the same moment.  I felt a strong tingle each time Ryan's dick brushed
against my prostate and it send waves of pleasure washing over my body.  I
tried to concentrate on tightening my rectal muscles on every upward
thrust, increasing the friction on Ryan's fleshy tool.  We were both doing
a lot of moaning and groaning, as I increased the pace of my movements.
Ryan was starting to whimper, little a small puppy when it wanted
something, and this let me know that I was pleasing my lover.

While I had been riding Ryan, I had also been stroking my own member.  I
could feel the pressure building deep within my loins and I knew that my
own release was in sight.  I hastened my humping movement on him, once
more, wanting to bring Ryan off at as close to the same time as my own
release.  I felt his boyhood swell deep inside of my bowels and realized
that he was nearly ready as well.  A few more thrusts upon his prick and I
felt him rocket his first load up my tunnel, followed closely behind by
five more waves of semen.  While his third burst was lining my intestines,
my own tool twitched and jettisoned it first creamy strand out and over
Ryan's head.  I had four more powerful blasts, quickly following the first,
and there was a long trail of boy jizz running from about a foot above
Ryan's head and down to his navel.

I was totally spent from the 'sexercise' and I tumbled onto the bed beside
my satisfied lover.  Once his chest stopped heaving, Ryan looked over at me
and flashed me his patented grin.

"That was the best sex yet.  I've never felt such incredible pressure on my
dick or have I ever shot such a huge load.  Zach, you're awesome and I love
you so much."

"Thanks, Rye.  It was one of those things I read about and I knew that I
just had to do it with you.  I figured that you'd like it."

"Yeah, you really know me, don't you?"

We just lay there, in the afterglow of our orgasms, for about another half
an hour, before we got up and showered together.  Later that afternoon we
gave each other a hand job and then we gave each other a blowjob before we
went to sleep.  I guess the old saying is true, absence does make the
hard-on grow fonder, or something like that.

Ryan and I had a great time the next few days, cuming a minimum of four
times each day.  Everything was great and I was starting to regret that I
would have to leave, when Ryan pulled out the surprise of the trip, our own
personal New Year's Eve celebration.  Ryan's parents were invited out to a
big bash, being given by some of their friends.  They left a little after
six that night and said they wouldn't be back until two or three the next
morning.  I don't know when he had set up their dinning room for a romantic
candlelight dinner for two, but it was all ready when the take out dinner,
from one of the nicest restaurants in town, arrived.  He had ordered us
Caesar salad, filet mignon, baked potato with sour cream, broccoli in a
cheese sauce, and chocolate mousse for desert.  He even had a bottle of
sweet wine, which he had talked his father into letting us have to
celebrate the new year, my first taste of the vine.

I couldn't believe that Ryan had gone to all that trouble and all the
expense just for me.  After dinner I led Rye to the bedroom for my farewell
present.  I placed both of my hands on the sides of his face and I moved my
lips to meet his.  I opened mine slightly, letting my tongue run across his
two full, luscious, red lips.  A thin opening appeared on his mouth,
letting my tongue slip in and explored his teeth, his tongue, and the
lining of his oral cavity.  Ryan began sucking on my mouth muscle, like he
had my other organ so many times before, and then our tongues began to
parry with lust.  I groaned as he worked on that moist projectile and I
slowly unbuttoned his shirt.  I removed it from his body and pulled his tee
shirt out of his waistband.  I pulled his undershirt up and over his head,
breaking our kiss only long enough to perform this simple task.  Next, I
unbuckled and unsnapped his trousers, then let my hands wander up and down
his back until they slid under the elastic band of his briefs.  I cupped
his ass checks and pulled him tightly against me, and his dress pants slid
over his hips and fell toward the floor.

Now, it was Ryan's turn and he tenderly undressed me the same way I had
disrobed him.  We were now caressing and trying to suck out each other's
tonsils, clad only in our briefs.  Eventually we removed those as well and
I led my lover to the bed and placed him with his head and chest on the
pillow and his butt sticking up in the air.  I moved around and positioned
myself behind him, planning to give him his first ever rim job.  I stuck my
tongue out and ran it up and down his ass slit.  Then I stuck it straight
out, pressing at his cute, pink pucker, letting my wet muscle swirl up and
around every smooth centimeter.  When the area was completely wet, I gently
forced my tongue into his chute before letting it slip in and out in rapid
succession.  Ryan gasped as my tongue first entered him and then he relaxed
and enjoyed the sensation as I twirled my tongue around the velvety lining
of his hole.  When I felt he was sufficiently prepared, I grabbed the
Vaseline jar and greased up my tool.

I lined my stiffie up with his opening and began a gentle push against his
rosebud.  The head 'popped' in and Ryan moaned, not a moan of pain but one
of pleasure.  Having gotten assurances that he was fine, I continued
plunging my hot rod in, inch by inch, until my boy hairs brushed his ass
cheeks.  Slowly I began stroking my penis in and out of his wonderfully
tight hole, pulling back until only the head remained and the tenderly
guiding it back into his tight boy pussy.  I reached my right hand around
his side and grasped his own rigid prick.  I stroked his ass with my cock
and his penis with my hand, I tried to maintain the same steady rhythm on
both, gradually increasing the pace as we neared our joint climax.  We
brought in the New Year blowing our joint loads, mine up his ass and his
all over his chest and bed.  HAPPY NEW YEAR, RYAN!  I LOVE YOU, MAN!

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