Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2011 14:23:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lust for Ryan (2)

Lust for Ryan
By
Storyguy22
(2)

   Just a couple of days after the water park field trip, and my dazzling
drive home while fondling the sleeping Ryan, there was a scheduled team
practice session for the baseball players, and I had been elected to pitch
batting practice. I arrived at the ball park and went about gathering up
the required gear for my assignment, namely several plastic buckets filled
with baseballs, and my glove. I made several trips from the storage room to
the pitcher's mound in front of the batting cage backstop, finishing just
as the first group of boys began arriving at the cage. They managed to
arrange themselves in some sort of batting order, and when the first hitter
stepped in, I began throwing them practice pitches.

   Several batters into it, I looked up to see Ryan taking a few practice
hacks with his bat, and my cock stirred at the sight of his bulging uniform
pants. My mind conjured up a vivid memory of how incredible the source of
those attractive bulges had felt in my hand as I had manipulated his young
cock and balls during the drive home the other day, and as he stepped into
the batter's box, he gave me a warm smile which I quickly returned, and
then began tossing him fluff balls to hammer deep. He took his allotted
number of pitches, his solid hitting as effective as usual, and then he
jogged off to report back to the team manager. I watched him go, my mind
once more scheming on possible ways I might setup other opportunities to
touch the sexy young boy. I forced my attention back to the task at hand,
and worked through the remaining boys waiting their turn to hit.

   The batting practice session completed, I enlisted the assistance of a
couple of the boys to help round up the balls that had been sprayed around
the outfield, and when they had all been collected, we lugged the full
buckets back to the storage shed and locked them up. The practice was
breaking up, and after a brief chat with the other coaches and assistants,
I headed off to the parking lot, and my car. As I approached the car, I
spotted Ryan leaning against the front fender, and my pulse quickened a few
ticks as a sense of concern crept across my mind. Was the boy going to
confront me about my behavior during the recent drive, I wondered. As it
turned out, the concern was baseless as Ryan's reason for waiting me
arrival was to hit me up for a ride as his Dad who normally picked him up
from practice was apparently otherwise occupied with a celebratory dinner
out with his wife and some friends who were celebrating an anniversary. I
quickly agreed to give him a ride, and as we drove out of the parking lot,
I silently wished for a second passenger so that I might have once again
had the nubile Ryan sitting close to me.

   As we drove along, Ryan lamented his upcoming fate of having to scrounge
up some sort of catch-all dinner for himself as he rated himself a complete
kitchen-klutz, and my response to that was the suggestion that I had
planned on ordering-in a pizza for my dinner, and if he wanted, he was
welcome to join me, after which I would run him home. He quickly agreed,
declaring me a life saver of sorts as we motored on to my place. Inside, I
had him peruse the take out menu and then called in the order for delivery,
and then I offered him the opportunity to shower away the practice sweat
while we awaited the pizza. He found that a great idea and I rounded up
some shorts and a tee short for him to wear after his shower. They would be
a touch large for his lean frame, but doable for our purposes. He took the
clothes and a clean towel and headed off to the bathroom as I paced around
the living room wishing that I could join the boy in that shower.

  Some fifteen or so minutes later Ryan emerged, his sweet face aglow from
the shower, and I took a moment to look him over. He looked adorable with
his still damp hair kind of plastered down, and my tee shirt hung long on
him, covering the upper half of the shorts I had loaned him. Somehow the
ill fitting garb made him look even younger than he actually was, and as he
grinned shyly at me, I just wanted to take him in my arms and hug him. I
had some cold sodas sitting on the coffee table that fronted the sofa, and
when I walked over there and sat down, Ryan followed, and settled in beside
me. I liked that, given that he could easily have chosen either of the side
chairs available. We sipped at the sodas, and chatted about the practice,
and the water park trip, and when the pizza arrived, we attacked it
hungrily. Our appetites sated, we settled back and resumed our relaxed
chatter, and then he stunned me when after a small silence, Ryan quietly
stated,

   "I wasn't really sleeping on the way home the other day you know."

   I gulped, my heart suddenly racing, and I managed to mutter,

   "Oh God, Ryan...I...uh...well...hell, I don't know what to say."

   He studied me carefully a moment, and then gave a small shrug as he
quietly said,

   "It's okay, really...I actually liked it...um...you...touching me, I
mean."

   What..?? I thought...wow...maybe I'm not going to jail any time soon
after all...recovering slightly, I managed,

   "Really...well...me too...um...I liked it too, I mean...a lot,
actually...but it's still something I probably shouldn't have been doing."

   He did that little shrug thing again, and looked into my eyes as he
replied,

   "I don't know about that...I mean, I liked it, and you liked
it...so...why shouldn't you do it...?"

   I held his gaze, still stunned but beginning to believe that all this
might be going in exactly the right direction, and I answered him by
saying,

   "We both know the answer to that, Ryan...you're fourteen and I'm an
adult for one thing...we are both guys for another, and it was just wrong
for me to insinuate my own taste and desire on you that way...especially
given that I thought you were asleep and unaware I was touching you that
way...it was simply selfish of me."

He thought about that a minute, and then a coy little smile appeared as he
replied,

   "At first I thought it was a dream, and when I started waking up I
didn't want to because it felt so good I wanted it to keep going...and when
I realized it was actually happening...that you were...touching me...I
pretended to be sleeping so you wouldn't stop doing it."

   I was beginning to relax as he made it clear that he wasn't making an
objection to my actions, but was actually kind of fishing around to repeat
the experience, and that was definitely an idea I liked a lot. I winked at
him, and told him,

   "I suppose I should have know you were awake when you got so hard like
that...but by then there was no way I wanted to stop...touching you that
way was really amazing for me, Ryan...it's something I have wanted to do
with you for a long time...right or wrong I really find you an attractive
boy, and I haven't been able to get the whole thing out of my mind since it
happened."

   He blushed then, his smooth cheeks turning pink, and he looked at me
with a sheepish expression on his cute face. He inhaled deeply, and
mumbled,

   "Me too...I think about it all the time...and it makes me really hard,
too...like right now."

   Oh God, I thought, he really does want to go there again...wow...I
glanced down at his crotch, seeing the tent of his erection poking at the
baggy shorts, and with a deep breath of my own, I spoke softly as I asked,

   "I see that, Ryan...your hard...cock, I mean...and a very nice cock it
is, by the way...Ryan...would you like me to touch you again...right now, I
mean?"

   His head instantly bobbed in the affirmative thought he couldn't bring
himself to look my way, and I slowly extended my arm toward him, and gently
placed my hand on his rigid boyhood. I gripped the stalk, and he let out a
low groan as I squeezed it, and slowly worked it back and forth.

   "Oh Jeez...man...that feels so awesome!" he hissed.

   The ice broken, he settled deeper into the sofa, splaying his legs
widely as I shifted my position to better grip him. He laid his head
against the sofa back, and closed his eyes as I continued to pump his cock,
and when I used my other hand to push up the tee shirt to I could also rub
his smooth chest and tummy, and tease at his pert nipples. He kept
muttering groans and sighs as I rubbed him, and when I moved to drag down
his shorts he quickly lifted his little butt off the sofa allowing me to
easily drag the shorts down his legs. His young cock sprang free, and I
actually groaned at its beauty, a perfect specimen of teen cock arching
ceiling ward atop a plump pouch of heavy young balls. He had a smattering
of brown hairs scattered at the base of his cock, and that appeared to be
the only hair on his smooth body save for his head. He was circumcised, and
his knob was a perfect plum shape, reddish-purple in tone with a narrow
shaft of healthy pink. The shaft was satin smooth other than the wide tube
that traversed the underside of it, and I absolutely had to taste it, and
feel it inside my drooling mouth. Bending down, I grasped the base of it,
and then washed the glistening head with my tongue as Ryan shuddered and
groaned, and when I slid the length of him into my mouth I used my free
hand to heft his balls and play with them as my head bobbed over his rigid
erection.

   "OH shit...! He wailed loudly, and I felt his hands grasp my head as I
sucked his tasty young cock eagerly, savoring the tart flavored flow of his
precum.

   "Oh shit...!" he repeated, and then said it again as his narrow hips
began to buck as he speared into my mouth.

  God, I had died and gone to heaven, no question of it. I had for so long
wanted this moment, this overwhelming sensation of a hard teen cock sliding
in and out of my mouth as my fingers toyed with teen balls, and while I
wanted it to last forever, I was desperate to have his warm and creamy
boy-honey spurt into my mouth. He was panting like a well run sprinter as
he hammered at my mouth, and I felt his fingers tugging at my hair as he
yelped,

   "Aggg...shit...shit...shit...coach...I'm so gonna cum...!"

   And cum he did scant seconds after the proclamation, his shaft bucking
in my mouth as it spasmed, and erupted, spewing forceful spurts of warm
semen into my mouth. My God, it was absolutely delicious, and I savored
every drop of the nectar before swallowing it all down. Ryan practically
wilted then, his trembling body nearly shaking and I continued softly
sucking him as he began to wilt some. I finally eased his penis from my
mouth, and lovingly kissed the sensitive head before backing away. Sitting
up, I looked at a stunned but happy Ryan who rolled his head side to side
on the sofa, and muttered simply,

   "That is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me...like,
ever!!"

   I winked at him, and nodded agreement as I replied,

   "Me too, Buddy...and you...are delicious!"

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