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Subject: LITTLE ADVENTURES 2 - CHAPTER 8

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LITTLE ADVENTURES 2 BY: RClayton

CHAPTER 8

(1)

I drove away from Laurie's house at seven the following morning.  The only
car I was able to rent happened to be a 2000 Suburban so we were at least
comfortable on the drive home.  Ryan lay sleeping on the back seat,
stretched out with a throw from Laurie's hall closet.

Laurie had packed a breakfast of sausage biscuits in a bag with plastic
packets of jelly and mustard so that we could eat on the run and not have
to stop for food.  I had picked up a small drink cooler from the hardware
store and filled with ice and soft drinks to handle the thirst issue.

The drive from the mountains to Columbus is about ninety minutes, which
isn't all that bad but it is nice to not have to stop unless nature calls.

I turned the CD player on and slipped in a new Martina McBride disc that I
had picked up at the local K-Mart.  I have a passion for country standards
and that was what the entire CD consisted of. I left the volume low enough
to not wake Ryan up as I drove on, letting the soft sounds lull me into
relaxation.

Ryan woke up after half an hour of driving and ate his biscuits.  I had
finished mine off ten minutes into the ride but was getting thirsty again.

"Hand me a Diet Pepsi, please."  I said.

Ryan passed the cold can over the back of the seat and I took it with my
left while using my right hand on the wheel.  "Have I been out long?" Ryan
asked.  I heard him pop the top on his drink can.

"Oh, about half an hour, we are making good time so I think we'll hit
Columbus in about forty minutes."  I watched the road for traffic but saw
none.  By leaving as early as we did, we had missed commuter traffic on the
highway.

"Where will we go first?" Ryan asked. He climbed over the seat and slipped
into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt.  He was wearing jogging
pants and a tank top, both blue, his feet were bare and even his toes were
sexy with his feet up and his knees bent up to his chest.

"I figure we'll go home for a while and rest, pack some fresh clothes,
maybe get one of the X-Boxes and some games to keep you guys busy."

"I meant about Sean's mom and the whole seance business," He said.  His
voice was even with just a hint of sadness.

"I know," I said. "When we get to the house call Tommy and we'll talk with
him, first. I'm sure Fran will have plenty to say about the situation too."
I did not look forward to hearing what Fran Conner would have to say about
her son or ward going back to the mountains. She had been there that night
as well so I guess it would be easier to get arranged if she came along as
well.  I still didn't care for the odds of this conversation being anything
but a disaster. Fran Conner and I were at peace for the moment but I don't
think it would take much to get her angry with me again. The episode with
her walking in on me and Harry was still fresh in my mind and I didn't
expect the memory to have faded much in hers.

"She scares you, Greg?"  Ryan asked.  His smiled devilishly.

"No, not really, I just don't want to make more waves than there already
are."  I made the turn off the highway that led down to West Bradley Park
Drive then continued down the road toward Green Island Hills and home.


(2)

While I went to my room to take a shower, Ryan went into my study to call
Tommy.  The trip home was too bad but it did leave me tired and I figured a
soak in the Jacuzzi would ease my tension.

I filled the tub and turned the jets on before stripping down. I slipped
into the very warm water.  I'm not much for the extreme heat that some like
when they soak but I do need it comfortably warm. I leaned my head against
the padded edge of the round tub and closed my eyes.

I didn't know how much time had passed since I'd closed my eyes but it sure
made me feel like a new person.  The water was tepid at best so it had to
have been an hour or more.

"Hey," Ryan said.  He sat on the toilet lid watching me.  "I thought about
waking you, but you looked so relaxed."  He smiled at me with the
mischievous glance that had attracted me to him so long ago.  His bright
eye shining, lovingly in perfect oval eyes with blond hair slightly
covering the left one as was usually the case.  His lips were pulled upward
in a sexually inviting twist.

"Hey there, sexy."  I sat up in the tub, considering the idea of reheating
my bath and having Ryan join me for some water fun.  "Want to join me?"

"Not in there, but in the bed, sure."  He stood, pulled his short off and
tossed it to the corner of the room.  He walked toward the bedroom door as
he slid his pants down and kicked them off just before vanishing into the
large master bedroom.

I stood, grabbed a towel and dried myself quickly.  Ryan and I finally had
the chance to be together for some real love making and I wanted to get to
it as quickly as possible.

Ryan lay on his stomach, face turned toward me with his naked ass bared and
ready for attention.  He moved his legs together and back apart again,
making scissor motions on the blue silk sheets.  His smile was so bright he
would tempt a straight priest to want to fuck him for all he was worth.
The boy was ever loving sexy as hell.  At times I couldn't wait to see what
he would like as an adult but at others, I want to relish and postpone his
ever aging past fifteen.

"Are you coming, or are you going to stand there all day?" Ryan asked.  He
winked at me and smiled, showing his perfect teeth.

"Yeah, I was just thinking," I replied.  I moved to the bed and climbed on.
I have a king size bed and when it's just me, or me and Ryan we tend to get
right in the center.

I got onto my side and pulled the boy close to me.  His clean smell and
smooth skin were enough to harden my member by themselves, added to his
incredible beauty, I had no chance, not that I wanted one.  I would give in
to Ryan's love anytime I possibly could.

He brought his face to mine and our lips merged together as though they
were two connecting pieces of an erotic puzzle.  My hands moved down his
trim figure.  His hips were well formed, almost feminine as they met with
his groin and framed his five-inch boy-cock.

I took his youthful tool in my right hand and began to jack him slowly.
His moans filled my mouth as we continued to wrap our tongues around each
other.  His pubes had long grown back after his adventures as a totally
smooth boy.  He does trim his bush really short at times though.  The
sexual allure making me want him all the more.

Ryan slipped onto his back and I moved my body to cover his.  I released
his solid penis and felt as it met with my own, fighting for a comfortable
position as we began grinding against each other.  Our kissing stopped
briefly so that we could breathe, then our lips connected again, forming an
electric pulse that flowed between us.

"I want you in me, now."  Ryan looked into my eyes.  His expression told me
the way he felt about me, the love . . . the lust . . . the need
. . . everything that was Ryan Little came to me through the eyes of a
fourteen-year-old boy.

I moved between his coltish legs, lifted them up onto my shoulders and
slipped in close to his body.  I could see a nice six-pack and his cute
belly button.  He had a hint of a nature trail beginning between his crotch
and his belly button.  It was darker than his hair but sparse enough as to
be barely noticeable.

Ryan pushed his crotch to me, bringing me back from my admiration for his
young body.  The boy meant the world to me and not even his brother would
ever be able to elicit the strong attachment I had to Ryan.

I took a finger, stuck it in Ryan's mouth and he sucked it with the vigor
he would show for a hard cock.  Once I removed the wet finger, I played
with Ryan anus, slipping the finger in past the nail then out around the
puckered opening.  He whimpered, moaned and begged for me to get on with
it.  Ryan was a very horny teenager, thank God!

After my playing, I slipped the finger in past the middle knuckle and began
to work it around in circles, wider with each pass, working his muscles so
that entry would be more pleasure than pain.

Ryan handed me the nearly empty tube of KY, then spread his legs as wide
apart as possible.  He didn't speak but his eyes communicated everything he
was thinking and feeling.

I used a small amount of the jell on my hard penis then applied a larger
glob on his puckered anus.  I worked the lube into him with two fingers
before moving in.  I placed the head of my cock against his hole and began
to push gently.  It didn't take much effort to get me past the opening and
deep into the depths of his rectum.

"Okay," Ryan said.

"I love you," I replied.

I pulled almost all the way out before ramming in again.  I did this
repeatedly, harder in with each thrust, just the way he liked it.  It was
only a moment more before I reached the perfect rhythm.  Our bodies worked
together like a well-oiled machine, my cock pistoning in and out, working
the tightness of his muscles, feeling him squeeze my hardness as I reached
the limits of depth available to me.

Ryan moaned, throwing his head back, enjoying the treatment he was
receiving.  His legs tighten around my neck, pulling me down onto him as I
continued to fuck him without missing a stroke.

"Oh, baby! Here it comes," I said.  My voice was deeper than usual, filled
with the tones of exertion.  Making love to Ryan was like a full body work
out.  My dick grew with the force of the cum burrowing a path through my
organ and out the slit to fill Ryan's bowels with hot, fresh semen.

Ryan moaned, lifting his mid-section into the air and shooting a thick
stream of boy cum into the air.  It landed on his chest, neck and lips
before slowing down to dribble down the shrinking cock and puddling in his
sparse pubic hair.  The boy licked his lips, smiled and winked at me.
"That was nice."

"Oh, hell, yeah!"  I pulled my own shrinking organ from his orifice and
rolled over onto the bed beside him.  "That was the most exercise I've had
this week," I said, out of breath.

"Its nap time, lover," Ryan said.  He rolled onto his side facing away from
me.

I got onto my right side and spooned myself against his youthful body.  I
closed my eyes, placed an arm across his perfect body and relaxed, really
relaxed for the first time in days.  Within moments I heard Ryan's soft
snore, then I too drifted off to sleep.

(3)

I woke up with a slight headache and a very sore back.  My trip against the
side of the boathouse would be coming back to remind me of how painful it
had been for a while, I figured.

The bedroom doors swung open and Ryan entered the room in nothing but a
pair of blue silk bikini briefs.  In both hands he held a tray with a
bottle of wine and two glasses. The wine looked expensive and I wasn't sure
if I was all that mad about it or not.

"I'm glad you're awake," Ryan said.  He placed the tray on the bedside
table before slipping back under the covers with me.  Moments later, he
tossed the bikini briefs to the floor.  "Thirsty," he asked.

There was something about his eyes that looked off but the smile was
classic Ryan all the way.

"Sure," I said.  I didn't know what to think so I decided to play along
with his game.  Who knows, it could be fun, I thought.

He moved to his side and poured red wine into each glass before placing the
bottle back on the tray.  He handed one to me over his shoulder then took
his own as he switched sides to face me as we drank.

"So," I began "what's with the wine in the middle of the afternoon?"

"Oh, it's well past afternoon," Ryan said.

I looked over his shoulder at the bedside clock.  It was nearly eight in
the evening!

"We slept all day," I asked, amazed.

"I didn't, but you sure did.  I didn't want to wake you."  He took a long
sip from the wine.

"Expensive stuff you chose, buddy."

"You mind?"

"No, I guess not."  I brought the glass to my lips and took a swallow.
"Nice choice, I wasn't aware you were developing such an experienced
pallet."

"I learned from the best."

I knew he could be referring to me because I rarely had wine in the house.
The bottle he had opened was one his dad had given me before leaving town.
I decided it must have been his father that had taught him about the finer
things.

"Are you okay?" I asked.  "You're acting a bit strange."  I placed the wine
glass on the table at my side of the bed.  "What did you do all day, Ryan?"

"Oh, I spent most of it with Shaun."  Ryan smiled again, then reached over
and poured himself more wine.

"Oh?"

"Yep, he's downstairs as we speak."  Ryan had a very self satisfied look on
his face that made me very nervous.  There really was something going on
with the boy that I didn't understand.

"Why didn't you invite him up?"

"He's tied up at the moment."  Ryan said.  He drank more of the wine.

I knew I could take his statement several ways and literal was one of them.
He knew what I kept in the closet of the secret room downstairs because I'd
tied him up before and he'd enjoyed it, Harry, on the other hand, had not.

"Ryan . . . you didn't . . . " I tried to get the thought out but wasn't
doing it very well.  Fear filled my gut.  He wouldn't tie up Harry's
boyfriend and leave him would he?  Normally, I'd say no, but the way he was
acting now . . .

"Oh, he's fine.  I think the little slut likes it.  He sure enjoyed the
dildo I shoved up his ass."  Ryan turned and placed the glass on the tray
beside the wine bottle.

"God, Ryan!"  I said.  I tossed the covers off and grabbed my robe from the
foot of the bed.

"What are you getting so worked up about?"  His voice moved from pleased
too angry in a white heat.  He crossed his arms and gave me a look of pure
hatred, a first for him, toward me anyway.

"The boy is fourteen years old and far from use to some of the games we
play."  I said.  I tried to keep my voice fairly calm.  I have never gotten
angry with either of the Little brothers but I was afraid I would have to
do so with Ryan now.

"Oh, he's not the innocent that you and my brother think he is.  That boy
is a pure whore.  I should know, I taught him."

"What?" I stopped in my tracks. Ryan hadn't met Shaun until Harry had
started seeing him.  At least I didn't think so.

Ryan smiled at me, and I honest to god had no idea who he was anymore.  In
that moment he was not Ryan Little.

Without saying another word I left the room and walked down the hall as
quickly as I could.  I took the stairs two at a time and nearly ran down
the hallway to the den.  The door was locked.  "Ryan!  Where is the damn
key?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"  He had moved up behind me and I hadn't heard
a thing.

I looked at the boy and wanted to slap his smug smile off.  "Fine."  I
stepped back turned sideways and rammed the door with my left shoulder.
The door shook in the frame but held tight.

"Ouch, that must have hurt."  He leaned against the wall beside the hall
door to the kitchen.

I rammed the door three more times before the hinges at the top popped.
After that it was fairly easy to kick the bottom side of the door, freeing
the lower hinges.  I swung the door inward and it fell with a cracking of
wood as the door frame gave way around the engaged lock.

I moved through the room and triggered the hidden door behind the middle
book case.  It swung inward smoothly and quietly.  I stood there, looking
in at the young teen who lay trussed up on the bed, legs splayed wide and
an enormous black dildo rammed tightly up his ass.

Shaun looked at me with tears in his eyes and a pleading gaze that broke my
heart.  His face was red and his eyes swollen from crying.

I walked to the bed and very carefully removed the invading object from his
anus.  I could feel the boy cringe as I slid the dildo out.

Once that was done, I untied his ankles and moved to his wrists.  He had a
lather strap around his mouth with a big red ball suspended in the middle
of the strap and I had to reach behind his head to free the tight materiel
so that I could pull it over his head.


"How are you feeling, Shaun," I asked.

He nearly leapt into my arms sobbing uncontrollably.

I held him in my arms as he cried on my terrycloth-covered shoulder.  "I'm
so sorry, Shaun. I had no idea what was going on down here."  I looked up
to see Ryan standing in the doorway with a well defined frown on his face
and resentment in his eyes.  He turned and walked away.  I heard a crashing
of glass as he slammed something to the floor on his way out of my den.

"Why . . . why'd he do it," Shaun said between sobs.

"I honestly don't know, Shaun.  I guarantee that I will find out though."
One way or the other, I added to myself.

(4)

I got Shaun upstairs and into a hot bath to soak his strained muscles then
went in search of Ryan.  He had made himself scarce after leaving my den
earlier.  The worry in me had overtaken the anger which helped me to think
clearly.  In all the time I have known Ryan he had never acted so
. . . cruel.  Should Shaun's mother decided to call the police over this
situation there would be major hell to pay for all of us. Plus, the odds of
her helping us with the ghost situation didn't look good either.

I found Ryan outside with his feet in the pool.  He was completely naked,
looking highly relaxed and drinking an expensive imported beer that I had
purchased the previous week when I had expected company, the company hadn't
shown for whatever reason.

I walked over and sat down beside him, slipped my legs into the cool water
and looked at him.  "Can I have some of that?"

Ryan handed me the bottle and I took a short swig.

"Want to tell me what caused your attack on Shaun," I asked.  I took
another swallow of beer and handed the bottle back to him.

"I don't know." Ryan did not look at me.  He took a long drink from the
bottle and placed it, empty, on the side of the pool to his right.  "He
came over because he saw us pull up this morning.  He thought Harry was
with us and I let him believe that he was so that I could get him inside.
After that, I honestly don't remember what happened."

"You don't remember any of what you did to that boy."

"Vague bits and pieces, nothing solid.  It was like I was a backseat driver
in my own head."  Ryan had tears in his eyes and they were beginning to
leak down his cheeks.  "I'm sorry, Greg.  I really am," He said.  He turned
and laid his head against my shoulder.

I held him to me as he cried.

(5)

An hour later Ryan was dressed and ready to go see the Conners', Tommy and
Jesse.  Shaun promised he wouldn't mention what happened to anybody,
including Harry and his mom.  Ryan had apologized to Shaun repeatedly and
Shaun had accepted.

I tried to explain everything that had been happening over the last few
days, which, combined with what Harry had told him on the phone, cleared a
few things up in his head.  The boy seemed well versed in the mythology of
hauntings and the purposes of the seance.  His mother had always been open
with him about her `hobby' and he found the whole thing interesting.

"I'll talk to her while you and Ryan go see the others.  You can drop by
our house afterward and see what mom recommends."  Shaun said.  He had put
his clothes back on and was sitting with hot cocoa at my kitchen table.

"That sounds good, Shaun." I said.  "It will probably be a few hours, maybe
this should wait until morning though, it is really late."  I paused.  "Why
don't you and your mom join us for brunch tomorrow around eleven?"

"Yeah, okay that sounds like a plan. She'll want to do some research before
she talks to you anyway. Heck, we'll probably be up all night with the
books and internet anyway." Shaun said.  He finished his cocoa and stood.
He pushed his chair back under the table and moved to the back door.  "I'll
see you guys in the morning."

I was still worried about the way Shaun was dealing with what had been done
to him.  He was acting like it wasn't a big deal when it had to be doing
something to his head.

After Shaun left, Ryan and I remained at the kitchen table talking and
ignoring each other in spurts.  Neither of us wanted to give in on the
conversation that we had to deal with.  I looked at the clock to see that
it was past ten already.

"It's too late to go to the Conners' now.  I'm going to the den to call
Harry.  I want you to go to the private room and clean us the mess you
made."

"Yes, sir."  Ryan stood and walked out of the kitchen without saying
another word.

I stood and went to the fridge to get a Diet Pepsi before making the call
to check on Harry. I also needed to call Fran and speak with her, invite
the lot of them over for a big barbecue the next day, that way most of the
main players in the upcoming drama would be in one place at the same time.
I would need Fran on my side and at the moment I wasn't sure how lucky I
would be in getting her there.

The phone rang before I could leave the kitchen so I grabbed it on the
second ring.  "Hello," I said, my voice as restrained as my mood.

"It's Fran Conner." The woman spoke softly.  "I've heard some of what you
have planned from Tommy.  I guess he and Ryan have been in fairly close
contact the last few days."

"I didn't realize they had spoken at all until we got back home today."  I
wondered when Ryan had taken the time to call Tommy.  I also wondered what
other trouble he had gotten into while I was asleep.

"I don't like the idea, Greg. The whole thing scares the shit out of me. I
have never really believed in ghosts and hauntings and what not, but from
the things Ryan told Tommy, I just don't know."

"I understand, Fran.  I was about to call and ask you and the boys over for
lunch tomorrow.  I have someone I want you to meet, and we need to make
some choices.  I'm not going to push either way because, frankly, I'm not
sure that what the boys have in mind will actually work."  I paused, drank
some of my soda, and went on. "I do believe that a place can be haunted by
my memories and events, not by the people who lived, suffered and died
during them.  What we saw in the cabin was beyond anything I have ever come
across in my reading or my writing.  I want you to know that all of this is
as new to me as it is to you."

"I appreciate that Greg. I will accept the offer and we will be there
around eleven or so," Fran said.

"That sounds like a plan to me."  I felt the worry over how to deal with
Fran ease as we spoke.  The woman was well educated and very open minded
which would help in the situation we would all have to face.

"Tomorrow then," Fran said.

"See you," I replied.  I replaced the portable phone on its base and picked
my drink back up.  One down, one to go.  Maybe this situation could be
dealt with after all.  I just hoped that we would all make it out alive
. . . and sane, when it was over.

To Be Continued . . .