Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2012 08:38:21 -0800 (PST) From: John Jones Subject: My delinquent godson part 6 My Delinquent Godson Part 6 Aprof2motivateu@yahoo.com Disclaimer: The following is a work of homerotic fiction involving an adult and teen. Do not read if it is illegal where you reside or if you will be offended. Ryan went to his own room that night after I applied some lotion to his sore bottom. I could tell that even those two whacks with the strap were going to leave a few bruises. I also thought, or at least hoped, that this would be the last time I would have to punish him for lying to me. I had the sense, perhaps unrealistically, that a breakthrough had occurred. In my sleep, I had a dream, or at least I thought I did. Ryan was lying next to me. Innocent and young, but he was touching me. Ryan was trying to make love to me, in his own boyish way. In my dream-wake state, I gradually became more alert. I slowly realized that I was not dreaming. Someone was in my bed, and someone was touching my cock. I was hard, and my balls were aching for release. "What was this?" I thought. As I became more awake, I chose to keep my eyes closed. Ryan had climbed into bed with me, and was feeling my cock. "FUCK, what was I going to do?" I thought. Ryan was probably aware that I am gay, but little boys are not my thing. Additionally, he is my Godson. However, if I woke up and caught him, then what? What would I say? What would the impact of that be on him? I just wasn't sure. At this point I was thinking that Ryan was probably gay himself. That said, sneaking into my bed at night and being caught touching me could be tremendously traumatic. So I lay there for the next 5 minutes, feeling his soft hands explore my cock and balls. He skinned back the foreskin and touched, it. He squeezed and pumped a bit, then he stopped, and snuck back to his own bed. I was turned on, undeniably so. Yet this was not something I could respond to. He is my Godson for Christ's sake. I rolled over and eventually fell into a fitful sleep, not sure what I was going to do about this. I didn't wake up until 6 on Sunday. This time, I went to the kitchen and cooked a big breakfast for Ryan. Bacon and pancakes, a great breakfast for a 14 year old boy before what was to be a very active day. When breakfast was basically ready, I went and woke Ryan up and told him to come in for breakfast. He yawned and stretched, and after a stop in the bathroom wandered in wearing those too tight boy's briefs, bulging at the front. I just could help but notice after what happened last night. As we ate breakfast, I told him that we had a big day and that I had a surprise for him. I had packed lunches, and a surprise in two backpacks and we were going to start with a hike. I told him that he could not look in the backpacks though until I told him he could. Next, I said that since we weren't working today, we would get cleaned up now. So I hit the shower first, while Ryan brushed and flossed. Then he watched me shower, and I again demonstrated proper cleaning for him, reminding him that as a young man hygiene is very important. Ryan then showered, shampooing twice as I had taught him, peeling back his foreskin and cleaning thoroughly, and cleaning his anal area. I observed all of this out of the corner of my eye as I shaved and finished getting ready. By then it was 7 and a clear day: it was going to be sunny. "How sore are you today Ryan" I asked, "We have done a lot of work and have also been walking a lot". "Uh, kind of sore Uncle John but I feel kind of good too, I mean I'm not as flabby as I was". "Ryan you are going to be at thin nicely built boy in another few months, you wait and see" I said. So we took off at a brisk walk, toward the 3500 foot peak that was about 6 miles away. I explained to him that we were going to the top today and that he view would be great. "Geese Uncle John, I don't know if I can make it all the way up there" he said. "You can, and once you are there you're going to have to make it back because you are too big for me to carry you" I joked. It was a hard 2.5 hour hike to the top, and we stopped several times for him to catch his breath. Still a city boy, and recently a smoker, he couldn't keep up. At the top, was flat rock about 6 feet in height, we climbed up on it and stood, taking in panoramic views for at least 30 miles. Ryan was in awe. "Wow, I never knew you could see this far" he said. I put an arm on his shoulder and said "worth it Ryan"? "Oh yea he said". I then started pointing out various features. We would see a little snow still left on the mountains. The ocean was also visible in the distance. We watched a pair of bald eagles cruise over the river as well. Reaching into the backpack, I pulled out some water bottles, bread, and cheese: sort of a German hiker's snack. Ryan ate and drank hungrily. We sat up there in silence for a while, then he did what I knew he would do. "Uncle John... I think I know why I got in so much trouble at home" he began. "Oh"? I asked. "Yeah... You know dad always has to work so the only one around was mom. And when she got killed by that drunk I just didn't know what to do. I couldn't even cry. I was so pissed off at him for it, and at God, and at everyone for taking my mom. And I was totally alone. So I just decided to be mad at everyone and do whatever I wanted" he said. "You know Ryan", I said. "I think that's probably a big part of it, at least how it started. I don't think you ever really dealt with your feelings about your mom, I mean beyond the angry ones". He started to cry, and I held him up there in the crisp air, looking out for miles, in total privacy. "I miss her so much" he said. "I know you do Ryan" I replied, and held him a little closer. "If she's looking at me, she probably hates me cuz Ive been such a dick" he said, in disgust with himself". "Ryan, I know you feel that way because you have sort of said it before. I think your mom was a lot smarter than that and would know that you were just hurting. I also think she would approve of the progress you are making here" I said. "Yeah, but I'm a bad person Uncle John, you don't know the half of it" he said. I figured he had let enough out for one day, and just said, so as to leave the discussion open for next time: "I might know you better than you think Ryan, but in any case while you are kind of confused about some things and feel guilty about things, you aren't a bad person. Now let's hike down to that valley (I pointed) because the next part of your surprise is there. He dried his eyes and nose on his sleeve, as boys do, and we jumped down off the rock and hiked the short fast downhill slope into the valley. There in the middle was a meadow with another rock on it, this one about 3.5 feet high. I reached into the backpack and pulled out a plastic case and held it out to him. "Ryan, I bought this for you two years ago, but with your behavior and decisions, I just didn't trust you enough to give it to you that Summer. I have been holding onto it until I thought you were ready, and now I think you are" I explained. With the excitement of a 14.5 year old boy, suspecting what was in it, he threw open the case and his mouth dropped open. "Wow..." was all he could say. "Ryan, when you were younger I taught you to shoot a rifle, and you had great fun with it. I want us to enjoy you learning to shoot a pistol now. This is a .22 caliber target pistol. It isn't for hunting, it is for learning to shoot. You will ONLY use it under my supervision or you will lose it. You will also obey all the rules I teach you about it. Even though it is a target pistol, it could kill someone if you aren't careful" I said, quite sternly. "Uh... yeah...no problem Uncle John... God I just can't believe you trust me enough after what I've done", he said. "Ryan, when you are my age you will have learned a few things. Sometimes you have to give trust to get trust" I said, a bit cryptically I suppose for a boy his age. I removed the pistol from the case, and went over the basic rules of using it. I then inserted and empty clip, and taught him the Weaver stance, how to sight, how to keep his thumbs away from the slide when he fired, etc. "So Ryan, do you think you are ready to try it with ammunition"? I asked. "I think so" he said. I had him place the pistol back in the case, taking care that it was not pointed at anyone, and reached into the backpack and pulled out an empty coffee can. Placing it on the rock we walked back about 30 feet. We both put on safety glasses and hearing protection. I loaded the pistol for him, showing him how to do it, then I stood behind him as he got into his firing stance. I helped him aim a little better and told him to gently squeeze the trigger, as I had taught him when dry firing. He did so, but got a little excited and pulled to hard and spoiled his aim. "That's OK Ryan, it takes a while" I said. We continued and shot the whole 6 round clip without hitting the can. I then had Ryan reload, and reminded him of how to slowly pull the trigger so as to not spoil his aim. With deep concentration, he took about 15 seconds aiming. This time he hit the can with a resounding "ping". He was so excited that he jumped up, and the gun briefly pointed in my direction as he turned to hug me. I grabbed it immediately, deflecting the barrel, and reminded him that shooting me would not be a good thing for his future as a marksman. We spent another hour or so plinking away, and then put the gun away. "Ryan, let's head home. When we get there, you have to learn how to clean and oil a pistol" I said. We hiked back quietly over the next hour or so. Not much needed to be said really. Ryan felt more trusted and closer to me, he was beginning to deal with his feelings, and it was a good day. Upon returning, I got us each something to drink, then we sat down at the table, disassembled, cleaned, and oiled the gun. At the end of all this, I looked up and said "Oh My God Ryan, do you know what day today is"? He looked puzzled, as was intended and said "Uh, No". "Its April 1st, and do you know what we do on April 1st here"? "Uh no Uncle John". "We take our first swim in the lake" I said. "April fool's right Uncle John. I mean there is still ice in the middle" he said, looking at me as if I had gone quite insane. "Ryan' that's the whole point. There is so much to experience in life, so many crazy things to do, and you should savor them. Comeone lets' get undressed and get in the lake". We both stripped down, and I grabbed some blankets and placed them on shore. "Well let's go I said" and grabbed his arm and we ran into the freezing lake, laughing. We swam about 100 yards, to the edge of the ice, then swam back. Gasping, shivering, and with our nuts at our Adams apples, we got out of the water and wrapped ourselves in blankets. "Come on Ryan, we have to thaw out after that let's get in the sauna" I said, and we ran to the pool inside, and the sauna beside it where we sat warming up, Ryan laughing and calling me his crazy Uncle. Evening was approaching, so we went upstairs and made supper, then we were both exhausted and went to sleep.