From: markdrew@aol.com (Mark Drew)
Subject: Air-Ryan Takes Flight
Date: 6 Jul 1997 23:50:11 GMT

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totally made up thirteen year old minor.

No trees were harmed in the writing of this story.

If you are under eighteen or if this sort of thing is a turn off for you
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Air-Ryan Takes Flight, Chapter 4

I stood off to the side, somewhat nervously wondering if Ryan was going to
introduce me to his cousin.  Of course, I should have known better.

"Hey Chris, meet Jim Micheal.  Jim, meet my cousin, Chris Mills." Ryan
grinned, draping his arm around Chris' neck.  "Jim lives in Malibu too.
He's the guy I shacked up with last night." he snickered, giving me a wink.
Standing side by side, I could tell Chris was only slightly taller, and
from his nicely bulging cutoffs, it looked like he might be a little taller
than Ryan in the dick department as well.

Chris giggled and reached out his perfectly golden tanned hand, flashing a
smile that easily rivaled Ryan's in brightness and the absolute perfection
of his teeth.  "Ryan told me, when he called to say he was going to be
delayed, that you guys had got to be friends and were sharing a room."

I felt like my hand was shaking like a leaf, as I reached out to shake
Chris' hand.  "Yeah... it was pretty cool.  The room at the Holiday Inn
they had for us was amazing." I smiled, as my hand slid into his
reassuringly warm and firm grip.  That warm fuzzy feeling of my
fantastically good karma again took hold, as I looked into the deep blue
pools of Chris' beautiful eyes.  It was sort of weird, because I could
almost swear that Chris was giving me the once over too.  Then, as we let
our hands slip apart, I felt his middle finger slide firmly, almost
sensually, against my palm, as he seemed to grin even wider.  Oh fuck!

"We better get going before mom runs out of gas circling the airport."
Chris told us, his long, light golden hair whipping as he turned his head.
The tan skin on his forearms was only lightly fuzzy with tiny white hairs,
smooth and blemish free, rippled slightly by veins and muscle, beautifully
perfect.  Ryan had described him as cool, and I suddenly began to think his
picture definitely should be included in the dictionary as the very
definition of cool, California style.  "You got a ride Jim?  Or do you need
one?" he asked, as we headed toward baggage claim.

"I could maybe use one over to my car.  It's over at long term parking." I
replied, thinking how thoughtful he was at offering a ride to a complete
stranger, but then I was Ryan's friend, and from what I could tell from his
handshake, I think Chris was interested in having me as a friend too.

I listened intently to the young cousins in their animated conversation,
catching up on details of their family life, getting a little glimpse into
their lives.  Chris was a swimmer, and a damn good one, according to some
of the times he quoted.  Ryan's description of his sporting exploits were
virtually the same as we had talked about when we had first met, great
soccer player, and a pretty good swimmer.  I was also surprised to hear
that Ryan's little brother had been really sick, almost dying, but was now
fully recovered.  Both of them were living with their mothers, Ryan's dad
had left two years before, moving in with his "whore" secretary and Chris'
dad had recently remarried, to a "bitch from hell!".  From what I could
tell from their conversation, they loved their mothers dearly, but both of
them swore that they "would never get married."

We were almost to the baggage claim area when Ryan said he had to take a
leak, so the three of us steered into the nearest mens room.  We strolled
around to the empty back section and I was pleasantly surprised to see a
row of three urinals open, together, without any of those annoying dividers
in between.  Ryan took the one on the left, Chris took the one in the
middle and I slid up to the one on the right.

Chris' arm brushed against mine as we maneuvered in and I heard their
zippers rip open almost in unison, as I reached down and hauled my cock out
over the waistband of Ryan's swim shorts, tugging them down a bit to give
my dick a straighter route to drain .  I heard a little fumbling and out of
the corner of my eye I saw that both boys were unbuttoning their cutoffs,
splaying them open wide as they reached into their briefs to haul out their
own cocks.  I fought the urge to just turn and stare as I saw the first
glimpse of Chris' thin patch of golden pubes, then saw his fingers pull out
his flaccid four inches of precious young meat, circumcised with just a
small roll of foreskin drawn back slightly from the pink head.  Then he
began to piss.

I heard a small gulp and looked to see Chris staring at my big dick, a sly
grin on his face.  "Big one." he whispered, nudging my shoulder.  He put
his hands on his hips and exposed himself completely, showing off his
wonderful fourteen year old equipment as he drained his load.

I took a good unashamed look at his cock and nudged him back.  "Yours is
pretty big too." I whispered back, as he welcomed my compliment with a wide
smile.

He turned toward Ryan and muttered something as well, probably muttering
the same compliment to him as he did to me, because I heard Ryan giggle.  I
glanced on past Chris' cock and saw Ryan's boldly exposed cock spewing
forth it's own stream of piss, thinking how delicious it tasted when it was
erupting with his wonderful young spunk.  As the remainder of my piss
finally drained out, my cock instinctively twitched and began to rise.  I
forced my eyes from their cocks and tapped out the last few drops of piss,
then slipped my cock back into the shorts, closing my eyes tightly thinking
of a fat chick for a second to make my dick soften, then turned and headed
towards the sink and splashed a little cold water on my face.

Ryan appeared at the sink on my right, smiling broadly and splashed water
on his face, copying me.  "So when do you want us to come over?"

Chris appeared on my left and rubbed his hands under the faucet.  "Yeah,
hope you don't mind if I come along." he grinned.

I looked back and forth at the two adorable cousins, knowing that the one
on my right was my lover, and the one to my left was definitely giving
strong indications that he would sure be interested in becoming another.
"Sure Chris, you can come."

"I know I can cum.  What I meant is can I go to your house?" Chris
snickered, groping his basket.

My jaw bounced off the floor as Chris' words hit me.  I started giggling
uncontrollably as Chris started laughing too.

"Yeah, Jim, we wanted to know when you wanted us to cum, over at your
house." Ryan grinned slyly.

I finally caught my breath, and draped my arms around their necks.  "Look,
I've still got some time off scheduled, plus with my job I'm pretty
flexible.  You're welcome to cummmmm over." I grinned, hugging their necks
on the word cum, as we turned and walked out of the restroom.  It was
funny, because the entire time we were in the mens room, I never noticed
another person in there besides us.

It was unusual to see how some people smiled and looked at us.  Three young
friends, laughing and playfully nudging each other.  I suppose to everybody
else we were just three teenaged kids, having a good time.  I wondered if
they would still be smiling if they knew what we were so happy about.  We
grabbed a bench near the carousel and waited for the luggage to arrive.

The businessman that we had been seated behind on the way to Denver, had
taken another airline to Los Angeles in order to catch a meeting, and was
now here to pick up his delayed luggage.  "Oh shit!  Now there's three of
them!" he groaned in mock horror, then grinned, when he saw Chris with us.

"Who's he?" Chris asked, somewhat perplexed.

"Oh, he was sitting in front of us on the first part of the flight." Ryan
told him.  "We kind of bugged him a little 'cause we were playing kneesy
and kicked his seat a couple times."

Chris cocked his head sideways, indicating that he didn't quite get it.

"You know.. kneesy." I snickered, grabbing his knee and making his leg kick
involuntarily.  In an instant we were cutting up again, grabbing each
others knees and laughing like little kids.

An airport policeman came walking by and gave us a stern look, which made
us straighten our act up, but he just grinned broadly and motioned downward
with his hand for us to calm down before giving us a thumbs up and a wink.

The baggage carousel finally started up and we ran over to the chute to
catch our bags as soon as they arrived.  In minutes we were standing
curbside, waiting for Chris' mom to come around to pick us up.  "You're
sure she won't mind." I asked, not wanting to cause any trouble.

"Shit.  She was so paranoid about Ryan coming out here alone...  She was so
relieved that you were with him last night." Chris smiled, giving his
cousin that look that let him know he had been concerned too.

I'm sure that she meant she was glad that a nice older boy had, sort of,
taken him under his wing, not spending the night trying to suck every last
delicious drop of cum from her thirteen year old nephew's balls, as he was
trying to do the same to me.  "To tell you the truth...  I'm glad I was
with Ryan last night too." I smiled, giving Ryan a wink.

Ryan got kind of a frustrated look on his face, but didn't say anything.

"I know you're pretty mature for your age and it's kind of tough when you
think people don't give you credit for it." I told him, quietly trying to
soothe his bruised ego.  "The way the world is today, I'm sure she would
worry if you were twenty-one, making the trip cross country all alone."

"Yeah.  Jim's right." Chris added.  "I probably would have been a little
freaked if I had to go through what you guys did, all alone."

Ryan looked at us and smiled shyly, his eyes glistening.  "Thanks guys." he
muttered softly, wiping his eyes.

"See... Aren't you glad people love ya." I laughed, giving him a good
tickling jab in the ribs, making him scrunch down and try to block my
assault.

"Yeah, ya big dummy!" Chris chimed in, digging in a few tickles from the
other side.

Ryan was giggling and trying to block our probing, tickling fingers when he
looked up.  "Hey stop it... stop it!!  Isn't that your mom's car?" he
laughed, pointing out to the blue Volvo Wagon.

"Yeah!  Let's go!" Chris shouted, grabbing all of our bags in both hands
and quickly strutting out to the raising rear hatch and tossing our bags
inside, without even checking to see if his mother would mind giving me a
ride.

I looked at Ryan and he back at me.  "Cool... curb service." I grinned,
having to only carry my briefcase to the car.

"Hey Jim... You take shotgun." Chris yelled, running around to the left
side of the car and climbing into the rear seat.

I slipped into the front passenger seat and was greeted by a stunningly
beautiful woman, dressed in skin tight blue shorts with a loose fitting
white tank top.  She wore with a colorful bikini beneath her shirt, holding
what looked to be a nice firm set of 38Ds in place.  Her long blond hair,
was slightly darker than her son's.  "You must be Jim.  I'm Addy, Chris'
mother." she smiled, reaching out her hand.

"You are correct.  It's a pleasure to meet you." I said, kissing the hand
that I'm sure she had only meant for me to shake.

The cousins in the back seat both looked at each other, mouths agape,
before breaking into wide grins.  "My My... Aren't you a charmer." Addy
shook her head, smiling brightly.  What was it about this family and their
perfect teeth?  "I'll have you know, young man, that I'm probably old
enough to be your mother." she teased, as we pulled away from the curb.

"Why Addy... you barely look old enough to be Chris' mother." I replied,
having a little fun kidding around with this beautiful, older woman.

"Oh mannnnnn!  I'm gonna puke." Chris cackled from the back seat, as Ryan
doubled over with laughter.

"You do Christopher and I'll guarantee you will lick it up!" Addy scolded,
in mock anger, her smile betraying her real feelings, as Ryan roared with
laughter.

"Oh mom, can't you see that Jim's just buttering you up so you'll give him
a ride to his car in the long term parking lot." Chris whined.

"Duhhhhh...  I thought he was just moving in with us." Addy shot back,
giving me a wink.  "Oh yeah.  Hi Ryan." she waved into the rear view
mirror, bringing forth another torrent of laughter from her hysterical
nephew.

"Man Ryan... You really need to cheer up." I said, straightfaced, hearing
Ryan laughing so hard he could barely catch his breath.

"Stop it!  You're killing him!" Chris shouted, as Ryan writhed with
laughter on the back seat.

"Oh please...stoooop...  I'm gonna piss my pants!" Ryan heaved, tears
streaming down his face.

"Well if you do... my mom will probably make you lick it up." Chris
deadpanned, just as Ryan had seemed to regain his composure, making him
erupt into another spate of laughter.

"Well, it looks like Ryan is having a good time, so far." Addy grinned,
patting me on the knee.  "I'm glad you were with him last night." she
added.

"Ryan's a great guy.  It's really a pleasure to have him around." I told
her, hearing Ryan's laughter die down when he heard me talking about him.

"Yeah?  Well I'm glad you were there to look after him." Addy said, taking
a serious tone.  I could tell she loved her nephew, probably almost as much
as her son.  She steered into the parking lot and pulled up to the booth,
explaining that she was only there to drop me off, and passed on through.
"Where to?"

"Section 6A." I told her, then looked over the seat back to the cousins.
Those two beautiful young stud muffins.  "Ryan's got his head screwed on
pretty tight." I said, trying to convey how I felt, without coming right
out and saying I was in love with him.  "He's almost like the brother I
never had.  I consider him a friend, even if I am a few years older."

Addy looked at me and smiled.  "Sometimes... I wish Chris had a big
brother, or at least some sort of good male influence.  His father isn't
around much." she said wistfully.  "Which one is yours?" she asked as we
drove slowly down the row.

"Third from the end, on the right.  The red 944." I informed her.
"Yeah... I know.  From what I can tell, Chris doesn't think much of his
dad."

"He's a bastard." Chris grumbled from the back seat.  "Hey... you've got a
Porsche." he added cheerily.

Addy winced when she heard Chris talk about his father, but she didn't
chide him for his language.  "Here we are." she said, pulling in behind my
car.

"Ryan told me you live in Malibu.  I live there too." I informed her.  "I
told them it was okay with me if they wanted to come over some time.  As
long as it's allright with you."

"Really?" Addy asked, her smile letting on to how pleased she was to have
me offer myself as the "male influence" she wanted for her son.  "You don't
mind?"

"Look... Ryan's a great guy and I think Chris is pretty cool too." I said,
as the boys looked over the seatback, watching me close the sale with Addy.
"It would be a pleasure to have them around.  My place is down by the
beach, so they will probably be nearby anyway."

Addy looked me over, then asked me the one question I hadn't expected.
"You're eighteen, you own a Porsche, and live in Malibu, on the beach.  Are
you a drug dealer?" her tone was firm, but I could tell she only was
concerned for the boys.

"Mom!" Chris moaned, plopping back into the seat.

Ryan looked like he had been suddenly stabbed through the heart as he sank
back into the seat.

I smiled, knowingly, because she was concerned.  "I don't like to make a
big deal about it, but I come from a pretty wealthy family."  I admitted,
truthfully.  "The Porsche was a graduation present and the beach house
belongs to some friends of my grandparents, on my mother's side." I
informed her, as she listened intently.  "You might find it hard to
believe, but they PAY ME fifteen hundred dollars a month to house sit
there."

"Really?" Addy asked in astonishment.  The boys sat up and listened
intently, surprised how little they knew of me.

"Yeah... you can even check with the police so far as the house goes.
Mr. and Mrs. Hayes have me on file with them as the caretaker." I
continued, trying not to sound too cocky in satisfying her curiosity.

"The Ronald and Abigail Hayes beach house?" Addy asked, her eyes
brightening.

"You know them?!  Cooool!  Ron and grandpa go way back." I grinned, knowing
I finally had her confidence.

"Well...  I don't know the Hayes, but the rumor mill at Ralph's had it that
some mysterious teenaged boy had bought it." Addy giggled.  "Jim, you've
got the tongues wagging about you, wondering just what you're doing there.
I've heard everything from drug dealer to some kind of super lottery winner
about you."

"I'll admit that I've tried pot, but I don't like what it does to me.
That's about the extent of any drug involvement I've had." I informed them,
wanting to be completely honest about what most mothers fear.

"Well Jim... I appreciate your candor and honesty.  I've got no problem
with the boys hanging out with you, in YOUR beach house." Addy smiled
confidently.

"Hey Jim... How come you didn't tell me you were rich?" Ryan asked,
somewhat confused that I had hidden that fact from him.

"Like I said... I don't like to make a big deal about it.  Would it really
have made a difference?" I replied.

"Not really, I guess." Ryan smiled shyly and shook his head.  To me, he was
clearly thinking to himself that our relationship had nothing to do with
money.

Chris and Ryan got out of the car to help unload my bags, then helped me
load them into my car.  I had only known Ryan for 24 hours, but I suddenly
realized he wouldn't be right by my side.  It was weird because I felt like
I was going to miss him alot more than I should, realistically.  "Thanks
for everything." I said, feeling almost lost at parting with Ryan.

"We'll call you as soon as we get there, okay?" Chris said, as he slipped
into the back seat of the wagon.

Ryan hung back and looked pleadingly into my eyes.  "That was stupid what I
said about you not telling me you were rich." he muttered, sounding ashamed
of himself.

I wanted to hug him tight and kiss away any fear that he might have at me
being angry at him, but of course we couldn't do that then and there.  "It
wasn't stupid.  Maybe a little inappropriate is the better term, but I
wouldn't ever let a little tiny thing like that bother me.  Forget about
it.  I mean it." I grinned, patting him on the shoulder and giving him a
wink.

"What if I don't?" Ryan giggled, the precocious little teaser grinned.  Now
assured that I wasn't even close to be upset with him.

I leaned close and whispered into his ear, making sure I couldn't be
overheard.  "Then next time I suck that awesome cock of yours I might not
enjoy it as much."

Ryan giggled, shuffling nervously.  "Thanks Jim.  I'm so lucky you love
me." he whispered.  It was plain to see he wanted to hug and kiss me too.

I thought for a second, looking at my beautiful young Ryan, then came upon
an idea.  "Now you take it easy... and give me a guy hug." I told him.

"A guy hug?" he asked, taking a step towards me.

I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a few pats on the back, then felt
his arms wrap around me, squeezing me tight, patting me back.  "You've got
my number." I told him, quickly breaking our embrace.

"Yeah!  Like Chris said, we'll call you as soon as we get there." Ryan
beamed.  "See ya!" he called out, as he turned and almost skipped to the
car.

"Great!  See ya!" I waved, watching him slide into the back seat with
Chris.  Ryan, Chris, and Addy were smiling and waving, as I watched the
blue Volvo pull away and exit the parking lot, disappearing from view.

I slipped behind the wheel of my Porsche and started the engine, smiling to
myself at my good fortune, then drove alone back home to Malibu.  I was
famished by the time I got back to town, so I pulled into the drive through
of the Jack In The Box for some chicken fingers and egg rolls, my favorite
snack.  A few minutes later I was back home, pulling my bags from the car
as the automatic garage door sealed me inside.

I sat at the bar overlooking the landscaped swimming pool area, looking out
beyond the fence to the blue Pacific, munching on my lunch.  I toyed with
the egg rolls, remembering the last time I has something warm and tubular
in my mouth, as I sucked and nibbled until I almost felt guilty munching
down and devouring them.  Then the phone rang.

"Hey, you're home!" Ryan's cheerful voice greeted me.  I heard a slight
ruffling then he whispered, "I miss you."

"I miss you too." I smiled, feeling my cock stir at the sound of his voice.
"When can you guys cummmmm over?"

"Haha...  Aunt Addy says she wants to talk to you.  Hold on." Ryan replied.

"Hi Jim, guess you made it in all right.  I was wondering if I could
trouble you for a favor." Addy asked.

"Sure... Ask away." I replied, wondering just what I was getting into.

"Wellllllll...  I got a page to come into work, because one of the girls
called in sick.  Could the boys come over now?  I hate to ask, because I
know you're just settling in, but, quite frankly, I'm a little concerned
about leaving them here alone, since they're bouncing off the walls with
excitement and who knows what mischief they could get into." Addy blurted,
sounding a little anxious.

This was getting too good to be true.  "Sure... send them on over." I told
her.

"One more thing.  Oh Jim... I really hate asking this...  Could they please
spend the night?" she asked.  "It could end up being a 12 hour shift, so I
might not be back until after 3 AM."

"Addy, they're welcome here any time.  They're great guys and I could use
the company." I told her, almost disbelieving the fact that she was asking
me to do what I was dreaming to do.  "Tell them to bring their swim suits
and PJs."

"Jim you're a life saver.  We'll be over in about 20 minutes." Addy replied
with relief.

"Great!  See you then." I said, hanging up the phone.

I checked the answering machine while I scarified down the remainder of my
snack, taking a note from my modeling agent and a message from Ron,
reminding me to have the pool service restarted now I was back.  I carried
my bags to my room, then tossed my shirt onto the bed and kicked off my
shoes, leaving me wearing only Ryan's shorts.

The gate bell rang, and I pushed the intercom button.

"Hey!  What is this place... Fort Knox?" Addy's voice crackled over the
speaker.

"Come on in." I told her, opening the gate, then I walked out to the
driveway to greet them.

The cousins piled out of the car, staring open mouthed at the large beach
house.  "Awesome!" the cooed in unison.  They were still dressed in their
clothes from the airport, but I believe they appreciated how I had dressed
down a bit.

Addy grinned at me, glowing in appreciation for the favor I was doing for
her, then she waved me over to her car window.  "Here." she said, taking
forty dollars and pressing it into my hand.  "Buy some pizzas for dinner
and you can keep the change."  She had that look in her eyes that told me
she was checking me out, but was so happy I was willing to help her out.

"Addy...  please keep your money." I asked her quietly, making meaningful
eye contact.  "They are my guests and I don't expect for you to pay me to
have them here." I told her, pressing the money back into her palm.

Addy clasped my fingers, looking into my eyes.  "Oh James...  You are just
too sweet." she gushed.  "You WILL be coming over for dinner.  I make a
pretty mean lemon herb chicken."

"Okay, sounds like a fair deal.  Have a safe drive to work." I told her,
returning her clasp.

Addy smiled and gave a little wave, then drove on around the circular drive
and out the gate.

(Oh boy!!  Stay tuned for Chapter 5 and beyond!!!!!)