Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2012 12:03:55 -0700 (PDT) From: John Jones Subject: My Delinquent Godson, Part 16 My Delinquent Godson Part 16 Aprof2motivateu@yahoo.com Disclaimer: The following is a work of homoerotic fiction involving an adult and teen. Do not read if it is illegal where you reside or if you will be offended. I awoke the next morning to the pleasant sensation of having my cock sucked by Ryan. Once I realized what was going on, we changed positions and did a 69 until each of us had gotten our morning release. This time Ryan spilled nothing. Fortified with one another's protein, we went out for a three mile run, then swam together to get our morning workouts. After showering together, we made breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen. By then it was 8 am. "Hey Ryan, let's get in the truck and head south, we have shopping to do and an airplane to meet". During the trip down, I could tell Ryan was excited that he would be seeing his dad again. I was looking forward to seeing him too, and was wondering what he would think of the much changed young man who had been with me for many months now. We got to the outlet malls, and did a lot of shopping. Ryan was needing a size bigger in everything: wife beaters, boxer-briefs, socks, dress shoes, running shoes, winter boots, sweaters and jackets, shirts and pants, etc. It took almost 3 hours to buy everything, and we spent close to $1500 on it, even on sale. Ryan was super polite and kept thanking me for everything I bought for him. Once the clothing had been purchased, I took him to the sporting goods outlet where we purchased snow shoes, new skates and a hockey stick, and some more ice fishing gear. We took all of that out to the truck too, at which point I said "Oh, we forgot something let's go back in". Well Ryan knew I was up to something from the twinkle in my eye, and I walked him down to the firearms section of the store. He beamed with excitement, knowing that he was about to get another fantastic gift. "You know Ryan, it's going to be deer season soon, and we need to get your rifle skills up so we don't starve this winter" I said, quite tongue in cheek since of course there was never a food shortage at our house. "Why don't you ask the gentleman to show you the different rifles and hold them and see what you think". Ryan spent the next 15 minutes handling the various rifles and sighting down them, feeling the balance, and admiring the finish. I was proud of the way he asked questions of the employee showing the guns, and how polite he was when asking them. I have a particular favorite rifle for deer hunting, and he had not been shown it yet, perhaps because he is still a kid and it isn't a cheap rifle. So I piped up "excuse me, do you have a Weatherby Mark V deluxe in stock"? The sales clerk beamed and said "Oh yes, that is one of the best deer rifles, let me bring you one". He handed it to Ryan who looked like he was going to have an orgasm on the spot as he stared at the fine finish of the gun, held the well balanced weapon, and sighted it. "Wow Uncle John, that is fantastic but it's really expensive". "Well Ryan, that deer rifle will still be functional when you are too old to shoot it as long as you take care of it properly. I guess the question is whether or not you are responsible enough to take care of it" I said. "Uncle John, I SWEAR I will take good care of it. Really. I'll do everything you teach me to do with it". "OK Rye, it's yours" I said, as I put my credit card down on the countertop. Ryan threw his arms around me and gave me a bear hug with all his strength, and the clerk smiled broadly at the boy's enthusiasm. We also bought a rifle case and a large amount of ammo before we headed to the truck. It was time for lunch, and I took Ryan to an old restaurant known for its seafood near the sporting goods store. He was eating like a horse now as every calorie went into growth or muscle, so he ate a salad, soup, appetizer, entrée, and dessert as well as having a milkshake to drink. He belched contently at the end of the meal and I gave him a withering look and he said "excuse me Uncle John". I replied "Ryan you are excused but I don't expect to deal with manners like that in a restaurant again". He replied in an authentically chagrined way "yes Sir, you won't". After paying the check and having Ryan calculate the tip for me (good practice for the boy), we headed to the airport. We got there pretty early and sat in the truck until the plane was due to land, and so we waited outside of security. Ryan's dad was near the back of the plane, and when he cleared security Ryan strode up to him confidently and gave him a big hug. I thought his dad was going to fall over in shock as he saw his son. He looked him up and down, the nice haircut, rippling muscles, a foot taller then when he had last seen him and just shook his head. "Wow Ryan, I guess country living does agree with you" he said. "Yeah Dad... I'm doing really well here. Even totally up to date on school" He bragged. We headed down to baggage claim and Ryan insisted on carrying his dad's big bag, which he did easily. We got loaded into the truck (thank God it's a 4 door with all the stuff we had) and drove back to the lake, Ryan and his dad chattering with each other. By the time we got home it was about 8 pm, and I pretended to be tired and went to bed so Ryan and his dad could talk.