Date: Thu, 25 Nov 2010 20:31:49 -0800 (PST)
From: John Smith <john_boy16@yahoo.com>
Subject: For the Love of Ryan 01

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For the Love of Ryan 01


Ryan was one of the many boys that I would see riding his bike in the
neighborhood, playing games in someone's yard or just plain walking
(running) around.  He was nine (9) years old when we first met, but I
often drooled over him for over a year before that while gazing out the
window watching him at play.  At that time, I was a twenty-six year old
educator that tutored on the side for extra income, and it is through this
second occupation that I was able to get to know Ryan better.

School had been in session since late August, and here it was now October
when I got the call from Ryan's mother.  It seems I was recommended to her
by others I had tutored successfully.  Typically I tutor in the child's
home, but since Ryan lived in the same neighborhood, I told her I would
begin the sessions in my house.  So, we agreed that the first date and time
in which to meet would be Oct 6th at 4:30 PM.  Sure enough, at 4:30ish
(actually he was a little early) was Ryan.  When I opened the door, I was
surprised to see only Ryan at my door with his book bag slung around one
shoulder.  I thought for sure his mother would come with him (at least to
the first session).  On that particular day, it was light jacket weather,
so I was surprised that he was wearing only blue jeans and a black t-shirt
with some faded-out cartoon character on it.  My first words were, "Aren't
you cold?"

"Nah," he said.

"Well, you must be Ryan.  Come on in," I said and he walked in hesitantly.
I told him that he would have to take his shoes off and that he could leave
them at the door (this is something I always have my guests do).  He easily
slipped them off using just his feet and scooted them with his socked feet
against the wall.  I noticed the big hole in one of his socks at the heel.
I also told him he could put his book bag on the dining room table.  As he
walked to the room, I remember marveling at his beauty as I did so often
out my windows.  He had jet black hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and a slim,
trim swimmer build features.  As he lowered the book bag and bent down, his
t-shirt raised a little, exposing his lower back and the hem of his
underwear (whitey tighties -- I love any kind of jockeys rather than
boxers on boys).

"Do you want anything to drink or a snack?"  He opted for both.  We settled
on milk and peanut butter crackers.  As I prepared them, I asked him from
the kitchen where his mother was.  He told me when she often gets home from
work, she takes a nap.  "Did she know you were coming here for tutoring?" I
asked.  "Yeah," he said while still sitting at the dining room table.  "She
didn't want to come with you?"

"Nah," he said so matter-of-fact.  I later discovered many months later
that Ryan's mother was renting the house with her live-in boyfriend that
Ryan didn't like.  That she was working as a nurse, and there was strong
evidence that she was a drug user (possibly drugs from her own place of
work for all I knew).  Ryan also had an eleven year old sister that often
picked on him.  Ryan didn't have much possessions, and most of what he did
own had holes in it, was broken or in bad shape.

As he ate and drank, I talked over with him about his weak subjects
(reading and math).  Somewhere along our tutoring, the character in the
story we was reading was having a birthday.  "Hmmm," Ryan said,
"Today is my ninth birthday."  At the time, I thought he was just saying
that just to get some attention, but I later found from his mother that he
was telling the truth.  I remember saying something like, "Oh, really!
Well, happy birthday!"  And, back to work we went.  When it got to be 5:30
PM, Ryan began to pack his things to leave, I asked, "So, you having a
little celebration when you get home for your birthday?"  I thought I would
play along with what I thought was a lie.

"Nah," he said, "I'll get maybe a cake, but that's about it."  I told Ryan
that I would walk him over so I could meet his mother more formally (and I
also wanted to get paid).  When we arrived, Ryan went in to get his mother.
I noticed she looked unkempt when she came to the door, but she looked like
a typical drug addict (even though I had no proof at the time or knew
anything about her personal life at the time...it was just a thought that
entered my head).  Her eyes looked hallow and glazed and she was as thin as
a rail. I introduced myself to her and had a little conversation in which I
learned that today was Ryan's birthday.  She also didn't have the money to
pay me but would drop it off later during the week.  I didn't know this at
the time, but she was always late paying me or sometimes didn't pay me at
all.  I usually forgave the debt out of my lust and later love for Ryan.
We agreed that Ryan would be tutored every Tuesday and Thursday when I left
their house.

Over the course of the next several months, I continued to tutor Ryan.  I
gave him a little gift (school supplies that I knew he didn't have) for his
birthday when I realized he wasn't just making that up.  Since I was still
tutoring Ryan around Christmas, I gave him a little gift for Christmas, too
(an action figure he was wanting that I knew his mother wasn't getting him
and a new coat since the one he had was in bad shape).  Ryan gave me a
Christmas ornament for my tree which I later found out came from the
mother's collection of ornaments since he had no money to buy me anything,
but wanted to get me something.  He told the truth a few months later, but
it didn't matter to me.  I still treasure that ornament to this day.
During this time, Ryan and I were becoming very close.  Ryan opened up a
lot to me and that is how I got to know so much about his mean sister,
druggy mother (although he didn't know it was drugs...he just let things
slip about how she was always using needles and things like that), and her
live-in boyfriend that treated the kids like they didn't exist.  By the
time February rolled around, Ryan was doing so well that his tutoring was
reduced to every Thursday for one hour.  Although Ryan's mother was happy
to hear that, Ryan was not.  And he told me so.  He told me that they
should be every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.  So, I told Ryan that just
because I wasn't tutoring him on those days doesn't mean he couldn't stop
by for a visit (as long as I wasn't busy with a client and his mother knew
where he was).  He seemed to like that.

So, it came to pass that over time Ryan was spending more and more time
over my house eating snacks, getting permission to stay for dinner,
watching TV with me, playing games, etc.  We got very comfortable with each
other.  I would tickle Ryan and give him a hug to welcome him and to say
goodbye.  It was a wonderful feeling pressing his body against mine and
inhaling his boy smells.  Finally, one brave day in April, I asked him if I
could give him a kiss goodbye.  I was already kneeling down in front of
Ryan because I had just finished giving him a hug when I asked.  I had
expected to kiss him on the cheek, but to my surprise, when I asked him, He
shook his head yes, and then lend in forward first and kissed me on the
lips.  Even though it was closed lipped, and more like a fast peck, it shot
electricity through my entire body.  It gave me a tremendous tingling
feeling, and I remembered wishing he would do it again.  But, instead he
just gave me a sloppy little smile and gathered his things and left.
During most of April and May, Ryan was now kissing me on the lips or cheek
(or I kissing him on the lips or cheek) on a regular basis.  Needless to
say, each was as exciting as the first.  He no longer needed tutoring at
all by the time April came, but still kept coming by.

Soon his mother gave permission for me to take Ryan places like the movies,
bowling, batting cages and arcades, for example.  Afterwards, I would take
Ryan out to eat.  I knew that he wasn't getting much attention or food at
home.  It was one of the reasons I think Ryan often came over was just to
have something to eat.  When we got back from some of our little trips to
the movies or arcades, etc, Ryan didn't want to go home right away.  So, he
would lie on the couch watching TV while I sat with him draped over top of
me.  I would tickle and lightly touch his feet and legs (since he was now
wearing shorts during the month of May).  I would tickle and lightly touch
his exposed arms and hands.  And, as the weeks went on, I got brave enough
to lift his shirt and tickle and lightly touch his back.  I could tell Ryan
enjoyed my touch very much.  Whenever I asked if he wanted me to continue,
he was always nod his head yes with a sly smile on his face.  Although I
couldn't be sure, I think he was also getting a hard-on from my little
massages.  I know I was and each time he left, I had to jack-off with
hundreds of dirty imagines of me making love to that hot little fuck!

I became very close to Ryan.  I began to care very much about him.  So,
eventually the inevitable happened.  Ryan asked if he could spend the
night.  "Why?" I asked.  "Cause, my sister gets to spend the night over her
friends sometime, but never have."  Even though I have seen Ryan running
around with other boys in the neighborhood, he never once spent the night
over anyone's house.  So, I asked why he hadn't.  He told me that their
parents always seemed to have excuses why he couldn't.  It dawned on me
that the neighbors have probably gotten wind of the type of mother (family)
Ryan's was because his sister was only getting invited from kids who didn't
live near Ryan's family.  Ryan told me he was invited to a sleepover as
part of a friend's birthday party once but wasn't allowed to go because he
broke something of his mother's live-in boyfriend.  So, I made arrangements
with Ryan's mother to have him spend the night on the first Friday in June.
When I asked, she seemed delighted to get rid of him.  That is something I
just didn't understand.  I find every moment that I am with Ryan, heaven.
I loved everything about him, his sense of humor, his looks, his smells,
his walk, his eyes, EVERYTHING!  So, when she had this "great to get rid of
him attitude." I felt she didn't deserve him for a son.

In early June, Ryan came to my house for a sleepover.  We played games, had
pizza and soft drinks, and watched TV.  As with other times, Ryan asked for
a massage.  So, he draped over my lap and watched TV as I did my usual
massage (light tickle) on Ryan's legs, arms, feet, hands and back.  My cock
was thrusting hard against my pants.  Ryan's bubble butt sat before me on
my lap as my hand massaged his back under his shirt.  I wanted to remove
his blue jean cut-offs so bad and bury my tongue deep within his crack, but
I behaved myself.  After a time, I told Ryan it was time for him to take a
bath or shower and get his night things on.  Without argument, Ryan went to
the bathroom.  I could tell he was reluctant to take his clothes off with
me still in the room.  So, once I got the bathroom ready for him (getting
out the towels and wash cloth, etc), I left.  I knew Ryan wasn't ready for
that yet.  After all, we never saw each other without our shirts off, yet.
Well, I did see Ryan in the neighborhood without his shirt off, but never
up close around me.  I did, however, leave the door unlocked.  Ryan elected
to take a shower.  During his shower, I made an entrance into the bathroom
with a pretense of using the bathroom (even though there was another
bathroom, Ryan never questioned it).  As I urinated in the commode, I could
see in the bathroom mirror that Ryan was peeking outside the shower curtain
at me.  It was exciting to me to know he was trying to have a look at my
junk. Now, believe it or not, nothing else happened. Shortly after I left
the bathroom, Ryan got out of the shower and got dressed and came out
himself.  I wished I gone in unexpectedly and caught him in a stage of
undress, but as I said before, I knew he wasn't ready for that

Later over the summer, he told me how he wanted to go to this amusement
park that was over three hours away as part of his summer vacation.  So,
once again, I talked it over with his mother who once again seemed glad to
get him out of the house.  With Ryan's mother's permission, I told Ryan
that this would be a two day trip of staying in a hotel and visiting the
park.  Ryan was all excited about the idea. So, at the end of June, we went
off to the park.  A few miles away from the park, I booked us a room that
we could stay while we waited for the park to open the next day.  So, that
night in the hotel, Ryan and I did the usual.  We cuddled up in the same
bed like we did on the couch while I massaged Ryan's legs, feet, legs and
back.  I told Ryan that I would go take a shower and would be right back.
I deliberately left my change of clothes in the other room while I
showered.  Once I was done, I walked into the other room draped only in my
towel.  I could feel Ryan's eyes on me.  This was the first time, he saw me
without a shirt.  Although I was fit and trim, I was by no means a muscular
guy.  I also had a small amount of chest hair on my sternum and under my
arms.  I thought to myself, "It's now or nothing." And with that I dropped
my towel to the floor revealing my flaccid dick with a light turf of black
hair around my cock.  Although my cock was limp at the time, I felt it
stirring knowing that Ryan was watching me intently as I picked up my
jockey underwear.  I could see Ryan out of the corner of my eyes, jumping
off the bed and approaching where I was.  I tried to act nonchalantly about
standing there in my underwear in front of the boy, but my cock was
probably giving me away as I felt it starting and becoming engorged.

As I sat on the bed in my underwear, I told Ryan that it was his turn, and
that I would get his bath ready.  I put on my pajama bottoms, and I walked
into the bathroom.  As I turned on the water, I heard Ryan say from the
other room, "Are you ready?"  Then he came around the corner into the
bathroom completely nude.  It was almost as if he needed my nudity to give
him the green light that it was okay to be naked around each other.  So,
this turned out better than I thought.  I expected him to stay hidden
behind a towel and sheepishly wait until I left before he removed it.
Instead, there he stood stark naked.  Not a stitch on.  And, he was walking
toward me.  His little bald circumcised dick and luscious balls swaying
back and forth made my mouth water.  I was in heaven!  He leaned over the
tub to touch the water that came out of the faucet.  "Just right," and he
climbed revealing his bubble butt that I had seen so many times draped
across my lap, but always covered in clothes.  Now, it was revealed in all
its beauty.  I watched as the two sexy globes sank into the tub.  Without
even asking, I began to kneel down at the tub and took the wash cloth.  I
added a little soap, and began to wash Ryan's back.  He didn't say a word,
but just hummed a little tune.  I admired each and every body part from his
waist up that I washed as he sat talking and humming.  From his torso up,
he glistened with the water dripping from his body.  I asked Ryan to lean
back and stick out one of his legs from the water, as I began to wash his
feet and legs.  I went down as far as the water.  "Okay, stand up."
Without question, Ryan stood and the water drinished and dripped from him
body.  I took the wash cloth and began to wash his upper legs and pelvic
region.  Ryan just giggled and said it tickled.  I would have loved to wash
him without the cloth in my hand so I could fully touch him, but I didn't
want to push it.  His penis was perfect.  It was probably two or two and a
half inches soft with deceit size nuts for his age hanging deliciously on
either side of that sexy tool.  Ryan didn't have a signal hair on his body.
Of course, at nine years old, you would expect that.  Although Ryan was
giggling, I could tell he was also getting excited.  He little cock was
starting to stir.  So, was mine. I already had a full mass hidden within my
pajama bottoms.  When he turned around on my command to wash his ass, I let
the wash cloth slip a little.  Now, he could not see what my hand was up
to.  So, I allowed a few of my fingers to slide over his slick, wet butt.
I asked him to bend over a little.  And, I washed his ass crack slowly.
Once again, fingers slide along with the wash cloth feeling his rosebud.
His whole was so pink and tight.  I wanted so bad to bury my tongue up his
ass and finger his whole, but I resented my lustful thoughts.  I tried to
wash him in a matter-of-fact attitude so that it would not be so obvious
that I was lusting after him.  When the bath was over, I dried Ryan off and
his little boyhood had grown and was starting to rise, but hadn't quite
reached erection status.  It was a little fatter, a little longer and about
two inches or more rising away from the balls.  I gave Ryan a hug after I
finished drying him off and wrapped the towel around him.  My naked chest
against his tan torso was as electric as the quick pecks we used to give
each other.

Once in the other room, Ryan whipped off his towel and began to dress.  As
he put on his Spiderman underwear, I suggested that he not wear anything
else on the pretext that I could give him a better massage.  Ryan eagerly
seemed up for that.  He laid beside me on the same bed watching the TV as I
massaged his backside first.  Like most of Ryan's clothes, the underwear he
wore seemed to be in bad shape.  They were too small for him.  So, they
hung tight on him making the outline of his bulge easy to see.  He also has
a few tear or worn places.  One was up at the elastic waist that caused
about a two inch long half moon droop about an inch from his waistline.
The leg wholes of his underwear were also worn. I quickly darted my hands
softly and lightly over his feet and legs.  As I laid close to him, I
inhaled his sweet smelling scent and rubbed my genitals slowly on the side
of his thigh.  My hard-on inside my pajamas needed relieve bad, but I
wasn't sure if Ryan was ready to handle this step of the relationship.  So,
I continued.  Now I switched to his hands and arms.  Then to his back.  I
frequently went from his back to his upper thigh legs.  I got so close to
his hem and leg holes of his underwear.  I wanted to go under them so badly
but once again tried to go slow.  I asked him to flip over so I could do
his front.  Ryan turned over without question.  As he watched the TV, I
could clearly see that he was hard.  I now had confirmed what I always
thought was happening within his pants when I gave him my special massages,
but now the noticeable strain pressing out within his jockey undies made it
clear.  He was getting turned on by my massages.  The half moon tear made
it easy to see the side of his purplish cock head.  I could only see the
flared tip side of the cock head, but it was enough to make my cock
pulsate.  I began to lightly touch his front legs, his arms, his chest and
belly.  He began to laugh and curl up as he did when I would tickle him for
real.  He said, "don't do my stomach, it's too ticklish.  Do my legs," as
he point to his upper legs.  "Bingo!" I thought.  He likes me getting near
his cock.  So, I began to lightly touch his upper legs.  Once again, I got
as close as you can get to his crotch without crossing the line.  As I was
tickling his leg, part of my knuckles would be massaging his balls through
the underwear covered scrotum.  Every once in awhile, Ryan would stir and
pull his underwear away from his hard little dick.  This also caused the
tear near the elastic of his shorts to grow.  Now it was possible to see a
little more of his crown and shaft.  I knew he needed relieve, but I wasn't
sure I should take it that far.  After a while, I told Ryan it was time for
bed since we would be getting up early for the park.  Ryan climbed inside
the covers of his bed, and I kissed him good night.  Only this time, Ryan's
peck was longer this time and his lips were not quite so closed.  As usual,
I was tingling all over, and my hard-on was alive in my pajamas.  His more
seductive kiss took me by surprise that when he was done, I looked down at
him.  He smiled at me and he reached up again to give me another as well as
one on each cheek.  "What was that for?" I asked.  "Coz, I love you!" he
exclaimed.  "I love you, too Ryan!" I said, "You mean the world to me."
This was the first time we expressed our love for each other, and I was on
cloud nine.

I was still horny from all the visual displays I saw that evening. So, as
Ryan slept, I went to the other bed, turned out the lights and masturbated
at all the thoughts I saw that day.  I fantasized about his sexy body that
I saw in the tub earlier and changed the events in my head. I pictured
instead, me removing my clothes and sliding into the tub naked with Ryan.
I pictured in my head lightly kissing and sucking every body part that I
washed on his body.  Suddenly, I ejaculated all over my chest.  Although
the room was dark, there was still enough light coming from the window that
I could make out Ryan's body in the bed next to mine.  So, when I leaned
over to the nightstand to clean myself off with the some tissues, I saw
Ryan's eyes open.  I suddenly became frightened.  How much did he witness
or make out from the moonlight shining in our room?  Did he know what I was
doing?  Had ever played with his cock before?  I called out softly, "Ryan."
But he didn't answer.  Instead I noticed his eyes had shut, but I knew he
had to be pretending.  I went ahead and cleaned myself off, and threw the
tissues away.  I frequently looked over at Ryan to see if he would give me
any sign that he was awake.  I wasn't sure what I was going to say to him
if he did open his eyes again.  So, I decide to do what he was doing,
pretend.  I would pretend I didn't know he saw me and see if he ever brings
it up.

Next Chapter deals with the second night at hotel night and more

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