Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2005 15:20:12 GMT
From: "rwigbooks@netzero.net" <rwigbooks@netzero.net>
Subject: LITTLE ADVENTURES 2 - CHAPTER 2

LITTLE ADVENTURES 2

BY: RClayton

CHAPTER 2

(1)

I looked up into Harry's eyes and saw that he was telling the truth; or
what he thought was the truth. Harry never lies, that I have learned for
sure.

"Maybe it was a shadow from the lamp." I said. I was trying to find a way
to give reason to what he thought the boy had seen. After his earlier
encounter that night he had trouble trouncing on anyone else's paranoia.

"It was Phillip, he had blood all over him and his eyes were dark and
freaky. He looked like he was talking but I couldn't hear anything."
Harry said.

I sat on the couch beside him. "I wish I knew what to say, buddy. I know
that I saw something that wasn't there already tonight. Maybe . . . I
don't know, maybe. The place is haunted or something." I said. There it
was out. I didn't believe it but the possibility was in our faces. Ryan
was the only one who hadn't experienced anything weird, not yet anyway.

"Haunted? Come on, Greg, you don't really believe in ghosts do you."
Ryan asked. His tone sounded as though he was begging to be assured there
were no such things as ghosts.

"It's probably just exhaustion. We were tired when we got here then the
movie and the playing just wore us out. Let's go to bed, and actually
sleep this time." I said.

"Yeah, sounds like a good idea to me." Ryan said. He got up from the arm
of the couch where he had been perched. He left a wet sticky spot on the
leather upholstery. He turned saw the mess and went to the kitchen for a
paper towel.

 

"Bring two. I'm sure Harry left a present on the cushion too!" I said.

We all laughed, relaxing us after the scare we'd experienced. It helped.
After cleaning up the small messes we went back to my bed got in and
pulled up the sheets. I had Ryan pressed up into my body and Harry was
pressed up into his. Arms moved around to comfortable positions and
within minutes I was off to sleep.

(2)

I woke up with Ryan on his back next to me. He can snore loudly for
someone so young. I ran my hand down his smooth washboard-abs and into
his curly blond pubes. I massaged his limp cock for a minute. That was
all it took and the tool was growing to its full glory.

I started sliding my hand up and down his shaft as it filled out to fit
my grip perfectly. He moaned softly as I twisted around on the bed and
lowered my mouth onto his hardness. I took the head into my mouth and
licked it, tasting cum and a slight piss residue. I lowered my head
slowly, taking his full length into my mouth as the head popped into the
opening of my throat.

Ryan's hands moved to my head, his fingers running through my hair. He
either was awake or having an erotic dream, either way I was determined
to suck the morning juice right out of his fuzzy little balls.

"Oh! Oh! Fuck yeah. That's nice!" Ryan said as he tightened his grip on
my hair. He began thrusting his hips, face-fucking me slowly but very
deeply.

I kept bobbing up and down, running my tongue around the base of his
perfect young cock. I could make this happen as fast as I wanted now. He
was completely there for me to enjoy. Considering the fact that I was
starting to have trouble breathing, I decided to speed up the pace just
enough to enjoy it but make him shoot too.

Ryan moaned, grabbed my hair, pulling it roughly and thrusting up into my
mouth as cum shot from his slit and down my throat.

I swallowed every drop as fast as he could shoot it. Once he was done, I
cleaned away all the remains and released his dick from my oral grip.

"Man, what a way to wake up!" Ryan said. He smiled at me. "Now I need to
return the favor but not with my mouth." He gave me a sly wink as he got
up and pushed me flat on the bed. With very few movements, he impaled
himself on my hard cock. He sank down to meet my pubes and started riding
me.

Ryan took full control of the situation as he rose up and slid back down
my aching shaft. He closed his eyes and ran his hands up my chest as he
continued to fuck himself with my dick.

I moaned as the confines of his ass tightened like a vice on my hard
cock. He may have been used a good bit already but he'd surely learned
to keep things fun for the invading party. He milked me with a skill many
adult men never attain. "Ryan, this is nice, baby." I said softly. I lay
enjoying his efforts. I could tell this was one time when he was going at
it for his own enjoyment and if I happened to get off on it, fine. It was
all good with him. I love it when he gets this way because he can keep me
from shooting for up to an hour at a time.

Ryan kept his eyes closed as he worked himself up and down, impaling his
ass over and over again. His hands grabbed mine and we locked fingers as
he came closer to the edge. With three more deep penetrations, he was
ready to accept my load.

I began to erupt with his hard spasms as I filled him for a second time
in less than eight hours.

"Oh, God!" He screamed. He thrust his head back and moaned as he felt me
unload deeply within him.

When we were done, he lowered himself to lie on my chest, sweating and
out of breath. I ran my hands down his tan back, enjoying his weight
against me. My cock had not left the confines of his anus as he lay
resting. I wasn't sure if he was waiting for me to get hard again or
what. I hoped he was just resting because that last blasting emptied out
my tank for sure and certain.

"I'm hungry." He said. He raised himself so that he was inches above me.
He brought his mouth to mine and invaded me with his tongue.

We kissed for a few minutes before he moved away, releasing my soft cock
from the confines of his warm, very moist, ass.

Ryan went into the bathroom and bean to pee.

I lay resting and listening as his stream hit the porcelain bowl. Even
listening to him taking a leak was sexy to me. How scary is that? I
thought to myself.

The shower came on a moment later and I heard the glass door slide open
and closed again. "Are you going to join me or not?" He yelled.

That was an invitation I wouldn't turn down. Besides, I really needed a
shower.

(3)

I turned the water off and stepped out grabbing a towel from the shelf. I
turned and began to dry Ryan's back and down his legs, careful to get
between his crack and under to his balls and cock. He loved it when I
took the time to dry him. To Ryan, it was almost as sexy as giving head,
or getting it for that matter.

"Let me do you now." He said, accepting the towel I gave him. He followed
almost exactly the same path that I had with him.

We finished drying and left the walk in-shower. I'd had a big shower
stall installed so that the three of us could shower, and other stuff,
together in comfort.

"I'm getting a bit hungry myself now." I said as I took a leak. I
finished, flushed and walked into the bedroom where Ryan was searching
for his underwear. He was on his knees and his pert little ass was in the
air, almost begging to be re-entered. I looked around the room. "They are
on the dresser." I said. I walked to the long dresser, tossed his blue
bikinis' onto the bed and opened the top drawer to get a pair for
myself. I chose boxers because for me, there just more comfortable.

Ryan pulled the sexy underwear up to conceal his beautiful boys' meat.
"I wonder where the brain went." Ryan said, referring to his smarter,
younger brother.

"I don't know. He was spooked last night. I hope he's okay." I pulled a
pair of jeans from the closet and slid them up over the boxers. It can
get really cool in the mountains early in the day and I like to be warmer
than some people.

Ryan stretched, exposing his tender under arms. He was just beginning to
get a small patch of blond hair at the center of each pit.

"Go find your brother before you turn me back on and we have to start all
over again." I said. I grabbed a T-shirt and tossed it to him. "Put that
on in case you have to step outside to find him." I said.

Just because we were up in the heavily wooded mountains didn't mean we
could throw caution completely to the wind in regard to our nakedness
outdoors. You never know when the sheriff or one of his deputies might
come by checking on things.

Ryan pulled the shirt on and damned if he wasn't even sexier with those
long tan legs coming out from the bottom of the blue Batman T-shirt I had
given him.

I took a deep breath to control my urges and pulled my own shirt on. I
decided on a green tank top and a Hawaiian shirt over that.

"Tourist from hell," Ryan joked.

"I have to go to town and get some things for dinner and meals tomorrow.
I can go this way but you can't go like that." I said. I laughed as I
watched him look at himself in the mirror on the back of the bedroom
door.

Ryan pulled the shirt up in the back and wiggled his ass from side to
side. "Do I still have a sexy butt?" He asked.

"Oh hell yeah," I said.

We laughed as he opened the door and entered the large living room.

Harry was on the couch watching a movie and eating Peanut Butter Captain
Crunch cereal from an old Cool Whip bowl. He was wearing a green Speedo
and a blue short sleeve button up open all the way to reveal his chest
and abs. His legs were crossed under him and he paid us no attention when
we came through on our way to the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat, Ryan?" I asked. I entered the kitchen trying to
decide if I wanted to cook or eat dry cereal.

"I'll go for what he's having." Ryan replied. He leaned against the
wall beside the stove and crossed his arms, watching me.

"Sounds like a plan. I'm not in the mood to cook anyway. Maybe we'll
just grab lunch in town later." I said.

"Cool." Ryan replied.

I handed him a bowl of cereal and began pouring one for myself. I heard
him open the refrigerator to get the milk.

"Gross!" Ryan said.

I turned to see what he was talking about. I couldn't remember seeing
any food in the fridge the previous night when I unloaded the cooler.

On the second shelf sat the cheese I had used for our sandwiches, only
now it was green and had hair. I took out the milk and smelled. "Yuck!" I
said. "Harry, you didn't drink this shit did you?"

"Nope, it was spoiled. I went for eating dry cereal. I thought you
brought fresh milk," Harry asked.

"I did, fresh cheese too." I felt around to see if the fridge was cold
only to find it wasn't even close.

"Uh, Greg?" Ryan said.

"Yeah?"

"Look."

I turned to look at him. He was holding the plug to the refrigerator in
his right hand.

"It wasn't even plugged in." He said.

I huffed. "Fuck. It was last night. I remember checking before putting
the stuff from the cooler in there." I said.

"This is just weird." Ryan said.

"I know." I replied. "Go ahead and plug it in. Maybe it will get cold by
the time we get back with the groceries." I said. I opened the cabinet
under the microwave and pulled off a garbage bag. I went back to the open
fridge and began tossing all the food that had gone bad during the night.
Damn it, I thought. I know that thing was plugged in when we got here. "I
guess we can go on into town for breakfast if you want." I said.

"No thanks. I lost my apatite." Ryan replied. He turned and left the
kitchen.

I carried the bag of rancid groceries out the kitchen door and over to
the garbage cans. The air was cool but not cold. It looked like it might
be a nice day to spend on the water. That is, after we got back from
buying all new groceries to replace the spoiled ones. I opened the lid
and dropped the bag in before going back into the house and closing the
door.

(4)

We had lunch at the Gotham Café in town. The food was good and the
service was great. We had a really cute waiter who couldn't have been
more then eighteen. He had blond hair cut really short and a diamond stud
in his left earlobe. A white Polo and tan shorts with a black apron
finished off the perfect view.

I noticed that both Harry and Ryan took notice. Ryan made every attempt
to flirt but his advances didn't seem to be noticed.

"Oh hell," Ryan said after the waiter left with our orders. He crossed
his arms and sat back against the padded bench seat in annoyance.

"Not every boy you want is going to be gay, Ryan." I said. I had to work
to keep from laughing. I had never seen anyone turn down any of Ryan's
charms. It was refreshing to know that even Mr. Sexy could get turned
down from time to time.

Ryan's cell phone rang as the waiter returned with our food. He gave
Ryan odd looks which made me wonder if I had spoken too soon about his
lack of interest.

"Hello," Ryan said into the phone. "Hey, Tommy, you wouldn't believe the
crazy shit happening at the cabin!"

I tried to get his attention and he finally looked up at me. I shook my
head and said no so only he could see what I was saying. He gave me a
strange look. "Not now, tell him later, when we get out of the diner."

"Oh, okay." Ryan said. "What have you been into T? No shit! A three way!"
Ryan went on.

I gave him another look and he smiled and nodded. "Dude, I can't really
talk right this minute. No, we are in a diner eating breakfast. I'll
call ya when we get back to the cabin. Okay, you too." Ryan hit the off
button and closed the phone.

"You are too much, kid." I said.

"Sorry, I forget about talking in front of normals." He nodded toward the
counter where a woman in a white uniform stared at him. He turned and
stuck his tongue out at her.

"Ryan!" I snapped. "Cut it out." I rarely got onto either of the boys for
anything but he was being rude even for him.

"Sorry." He said. He picked up his burger and took a bite. He looked at
me with hurt eyes.

Harry sat eating his hot dog in silence. He rarely spoke when he was
having a meal. He tended to eat and enjoy the food on his own terms.

I ate my burger and drank a vanilla milk shake.

A few minutes later the waiter returned with our bill. "That was great!"
He said softly to Ryan. "I haven't seen her that mad in ages." He smiled
at my wayward ward. "I'm Terry."

"Hi." Ryan said. He gave one of his hundred watt smiles and I could see
the waiter practically swoon before my eyes. "I'm Ryan and that's my
brother Harry and our guardian, Greg."

"Hey, guys." Terry said, barely noticing us. "I get off work in half an
hour. I got stuck with the early shift today."

Hmm, okay. That was a blunt way of saying he was available. I had a
feeling the availability was to Ryan only though. No big deal, I'd take
Harry out on the boat while Ryan entertained his guest.

"Cool." Ryan said. He looked at me to get approval.

"Sure. We still have to do some shopping so he can meet us down at
Harold's Grocery and Bait." I said.

"Later then, guys," Terry said. He took the twenty I gave him along with
the bill and went to the register where the very angry older woman stood
helping a guy that looked like a lumberjack.

"You can find the one gay boy in the middle of a field full of football
players." I said in amazement.

"Yeah, ain't it great?" He said. Ryan smiled and I fell in love with him
all over again.

 

 

(5)

Terry caught up with us as we were leaving the small grocery store. He
was still wearing his Polo and tan shorts with sandals but had lost the
black apron. Without that cumbersome covering it was almost easy to see
the package beneath the shorts; if they were any tighter, they would be
his skin.

Ryan walked over to him as Harry and I loaded the Suburban. I had
purchased an extra Styrofoam cooler and filled it with ice just in case
there was something actually wrong with the fridge.

I turned and watched as they talked near the steps to the boardwalk. It
was obvious that there was attraction there. I wondered how old Terry
really was. He looked eighteen but you can never tell these days.

The boys came over to us and got into the back seat of the Suburban.
Harry got in front with me and we took off for the woods again. The ride
was a good fifteen minutes and I got an earful of the conversation in the
back seat.

"How old are you?" Ryan asked.

"Sixteen," replied Terry.

"I'm fourteen and Harry will be thirteen in two weeks."

"Cool. Is he always this quiet?"

"Nah, he's just kinda shy. Besides, he has a book up there with him so
we probably won't hear anything from him all day."

The boys laughed.

"I have a sister like that." Terry said. "God, you are so hot." He said.
"Oops, is it okay to say stuff like that with him in the car?" Terry
asked, referring to me rather than Harry.

 

"Yeah, Greg's cool. Hell, he probably wants to get in your shorts too."
Ryan said. They laughed again.

I looked over at Harry and he turned to look at me. He rolled his eyes as
he listened to Ryan and his new boy toy in the back seat. I nodded and
smiled.

We pulled back up in front of the cabin just before one. The boys got out
of the truck and went to the back to unload. Terry even took two bags in
when he followed Ryan into the house. I hadn't locked the door since we
were only going to be gone for the morning. Nobody ever bothered anybody
else around here anyway.

"Greg!" Ryan yelled.

"Fuck. What now?" I said as I carried two bags of groceries into the
cabin. I could hear Harry behind me with the last bag in his arms. I'd
still need to get the coolers in next and I figured Ryan could help with
that.

When I entered the main room I stopped so suddenly that Harry bumped into
me and fell backward to land on his butt, dropping the bag.

The room was a disaster. The furniture was destroyed, curtain torn from
the windows and shredded, stuffing from the pillows covered the floor.
The big screen TC screen was shattered and there were broken DVD's
strewn across the wood floor.

"Shit. Who the fuck would do this?" I asked not expecting an answer.

"Man, what a mess." Terry said. He and Ryan had carried their bags into
the kitchen.

"In there too?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Ryan called back.

Harry came in after picking up the contents of the grocery bag. The
entire weekend was not ruined along with the interior of our lake side
cabin in the woods.

To Be Continued...

CHAPTER 3 COMING SOON!