Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2009 00:43:56 -0400
From: Hyacinth Fire <hyacinth.fire@gmail.com>
Subject: MySpace, MyRyan 8 (M/t, gay, oral, anal, cons)

Disclaimer: you probably shouldn't do this.


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after a few minutes of letting my semen get absorbed into ryan's
fuckchute, i slowly climb off of him. my dick, still half hard, pops
out, and the sperm that hasn't soaked in begins running out. i wipe up
some of the extra with some tissues. luckily i wash my sheets often!

ryan rolls over and squirms his way up to a pillow.

"will you bring me my soda?" he asks cutely.

"sure," i say. i get up and grab his can of coke off the dresser. as i
walk back, my slimy cock is swinging between my legs, and i can see
the boys eyes directly on it.

he reaches for the soda and i pull it back.

"wait," i say. i look down at my cock. "suck on that first."

he blushes, perhaps thinking about the fact that it was recently
shoved up his boyass, but doesn't complain, leaning forward and
putting his mouth around my slick mancock. he sucks on it a little as
it stays at roughly half-hardness, then takes his mouth off and gives
a couple cute licks to my balls, which have yet to fully recover from
unloading in the boy.

i hand him his soda. "good boy," i say. ryan grins.

i join him on the bed and he snuggles up next to me, my arm around his
naked body as he sips his drink.

"so ryan," i say. "you gonna suck off that senior at school?"

"i dunno," he says quietly, blushing. "maybe."

"is he hot?"

ryan blushes deeply. "oh my god, yeah." then he looks up at me, a
little fear in his eyes. "but i mean, not as hot as you!" he adds. i
chuckle.

"don't worry ryan, you can lust after as many guys as you want. i
really don't mind."

"'kay," he says, and nestles back onto my chest.

"think he's got a big cock?" i say a few moments later.

"i hope so!" ryan says enthusiastically.

i laugh. "you like big cock, my little boyslut?"

ryan giggles. "yeahhhhhh."

i put my hand at his chin and tilt his face up, then lean in and feed
him my tongue. the boy sucks on it hungrily.

we stop after a few long moments of making out. he takes a final drink
from the can, draining it, then tosses it on the floor.

"you better not get soda all over my carpet, kid," i say laughing.

"pshhhh," ryan says giggling back at me. "you prolly got stains from
me in a few places in this house," he says, and sticks out his tongue.

i laugh. what a little slut.

we lay there a while longer, and then i decide to bring up the topic i
most wanted to talk to ryan about that day.

"ryan," i say, "will you do a favor for me?"

"what?" he asks, looking up at me with his big eyes.

i chuckle. "you should just say yes when i ask you that." i smile.

"'kay," he says. "yes. so what am i doing?" good boy.

"well, i have a friend who i've mentioned you to, and told him what an
awesome kid you are."

i feel ryan squirming. "...you didn't show him pictures of me or
anything, did you?" he asks. ryan had made me promise i wouldn't show
his pictures to anyone, scared as he is of having people discover that
he's gay.

naturally, i've shown his pictures to dozens of people, including the
person in question, but i wouldn't worry him with that. "no," i say,
"i just talked about what a cool boy you are."

"oh," he says cutely, then looks up at me. "thanks."

i smile. "thing is, he'd really like to meet you ryan."

"oh..." he trails off. "well i guess that would be okay."

"and he'd like to do some of the things we do."

ryan was silent for a moment.

"like sex?" he asked.

"yeah," i said.

"oh..." he said softly. "well...but i want to be with you..."

i smile and hold the boy tighter. "you are with me, ryan, you're my
boy. this would be just to have a little fun on the side. and ryan," i
say, "i think you'd really like him. he's hot."

"...for real?" ryan asks.

with one arm i reach into the drawer in the bedside table. i had
printed out a picture of this man, who i'd been talking to online
about ryan for a few weeks since i first started posting things about
him. he was a little older than me but still in his early thirties,
and considerably more muscular than i was. i had a feeling ryan was a
traditional twink bottomboy, who liked older, more powerful men.

i show ryan the picture. the man is flexing, his chest and arm muscles
showing, and a large erect mancock of at least 7 and a half inches is
visible below.

"wow..." ryan says when he sees the picture.

"hot?" i ask. (honestly, since i'm only attracted to teenage boys,
sometimes i can only guess!)

"yeahhh..." ryan says. he's silent a little longer as he looks at the
picture. i especially notice him staring at the man's cock. "you want
me to...like...mess around with this guy?"

"well, he's a friend, and you're such a cool kid i thought he'd really
enjoy some of the things we do...and i kind of thought you'd probably
enjoy him too, ryan."

i can see ryan blushing. "yeah...yeah i probably would," he says, and
laughs a little nervously.

"so what do you say?" i ask. "wanna do it?"

"well...would you be there?" he asks.

"no," i say. "i'd drop you off, and like i said he's my friend so you
have my word that he's a nice guy and won't do anything to hurt you."

in fact i didn't know this guy all that well but i made it clear that
i would cut off his balls and feed them to him if he harmed ryan
beyond the usual roughness of sex.

and -- oh yes, dear reader -- i should probably explain my true
motivation here. you see, this man had offered to pay me for renting
ryan, $400 for four hours with the boy. after determining that the man
wasn't a psychopath intent on kidnapping my bitchboy, i decided it
might well be a wise investment.

breaking in and training a boy ryan's age is, in fact, a lot of work.
although it has wonderful payoffs, especially for my cock, it can get
a little tiring sometimes. and the sad fact is that as a teenage boy,
ryan needs cock far more often than i can give it to him, even if i
didn't have a full-time job anyway. it simply makes sense to look for
help in training a boy like ryan, and while i hadn't ever rented out
my boys before, the idea made a lot of sense to me.

so i told the man, jeremy, that i would be happy to rent ryan to him
for four hours. my conditions were that there could be no s&m, piss or
scat, or any significant pain. (after all, i wanted ryan to enjoy it
and want to do it often.)

"so...you just want me to go have sex with this guy?" ryan asks.

"that's the idea cutie...if you're into it," i say.

ryan doesn't answer.

"and i'd really appreciate it, as a favor. i know how much you care
about me ryan, but this would really help show it," i added.

i guess i felt a little bad guilting the boy like that, especially
knowing that i hadn't made any kind of permanent commitment to him
(he'll probably be getting too old for me around the time he hits 15).
but hell, i was about to make some serious dough off this boy's ass!
that was something i didn't want to pass up.

"oh...okay," ryan says. "but...if i don't like it or he's weird--"

"you can totally never do it again," i say. this is mostly true. i
wouldn't out and out force ryan into sex with another person. but i
was pretty sure that as horny as ryan is, he'd end up enjoying it a
lot.

my burgeoning little rentboy pressed his body against mine. "i still
like you the best," he said.

"i know ryan," i said. "i think you'll have fun, though."

"yeah."

"one other thing ryan...i told him that if he wants to fuck you, he
has to use a condom. just like i said you should do if you mess around
with other guys."

"oh...okay. that's good i guess."

"so if he tries to do it without one you have my permission to kick
him in the balls and leave," i say grinning.

ryan looks up at me, smiling too. "i wouldn't do that!" he says. "but
yeah okay, i'll make sure he does."

i suppose a small part of me was concerned with ryan's safety, and
that's why i insisted on the condom even though ryan would be
rightfully jeremy's for four hours. more than that, though, i didn't
want ryan to catch anything and pass it on to me.

and no, i'm not planning on telling ryan that i'm making money off his body.

we lay there for a bit, ryan's warm smooth figure pressed against
mine, and before i know it we're asleep.

***

when i wake, i can tell some time has passed -- an hour? two?

i glance over at the clock and it's been about 90 minutes. that means
we have a couple more hours before i have to get him home for dinner,
before his mom arrives.

i'm horny again.

i look down and my cock is thickening and growing. at some point ryan
rolled over into a spoon position, and i look down to see his soft
smooth fourteen year old boyass, beckoning me.

i can tell his boypussy is still moist.

i pull back my foreskin and move my cock toward his boypucker, and
press. with just a little pressure, the fat head of my cock pops
inside his ring. i hear a gasp from ryan, he's woken up.

"you like that?" i ask as i work the shaft of my cock into his boycunt.

"yeahhhh," he says dreamily.

i reach my hands around his body and pull him close, fucking him on
our sides. i run my hands up his smooth chest and tweak his stiff
nipples.

"shit, i love your tight little body so much," i say, as i hold one
hand under his almost-smooth armpit and run the other down across his
smooth tummy (cute early-teen 4-pack abs, yum!) to his jutting
boycock, which has clearly woken up too.

i start working my mancock in and out of his still slippery boychute.

"squeeze that boypussy for me ryan," i say. i feel his boycunt muscles
flex around my cock.

"mmm yeah just like that," i say. i fuck the eighth grader harder.

"did you have a good sleep?" i ask as i begin pounding him more firmly.

"yeahhh," the 14 year old answers, his voice quavering as i rock his
whole body with my movements.

"i had a dream...about cock...your cock i think," he giggles.

"mmm," i say, "was it doing this?" i jam it hard and deep inside the
boy, against his little prostate. ryan gasps.

"yeah i think so," he says, breathily.

i pull out. "roll on your stomach," i say.

the boy turns and i see his glistening boyass, upturned and ready for
my cock's re-entry.

"hold open your asscheeks for me," i say. ryan reaches back and pulls
apart his globes.

his fuckhole is distended from having my cock shoved inside. i look at
the pink, sloppy boyhole, gaping at me with lust. i crawl on top of
the kid and mount him, sliding my thick hardon into him in one push.
ryan gasps again, as if all the air has left his body, as my pubic
bone pins his hands to his boyass.

i pull back a little so he can move his hands. he folds his arms and
puts his hands under his head, laying it down on the side. i push back
in, deeply, and feel the soft pillows of his boyass cushioning me.
ryan's boycunt is fully stuffed now.

i pound him, hard, and he begins to moan, a short "unh...unh...unh..."
each time i thrust inside his boysnatch, in a slightly high-pitched,
cracking young teenage voice. the squelching sound of my cock working
in and out of his tight underage fuckchute is obscene, and makes me
even harder.

i'm reaching my climax much faster than i expected, having cum not so
long ago -- i can feel my balls boiling once again. sometimes it's
hard holding out for sex with my boy, but after waiting for a week or
so i always have nice big loads of mansperm to give him as the payoff.
i thrust into my bitchboy's wet little slot a few more times, then
pull out.

"turn over," i say urgently. ryan practically flips his body in his
haste, which is good because i'm close.

"open," i say, as i work my way up his body. he doesn't get it at
first but soon my cock, slick and drooling precum, is poking him in
the face. "open your mouth NOW," i say as i straddle his face, and he
does.

i push my cockhead into his warm wet boymouth and feel his tongue
teasing along the edge of my foreskin and poking at the piss slit. i
dont push in further because i want the kid to taste all my sperm. i
hold it right there, give my cock two quick strokes and i'm spurting,
my balls unloading in my middle school slutboy's mouth. i'm
practically yelling as i empty my nuts onto his tongue.

"fuck yeah, eat my sperm you little bitchkid," i say. i can hear my
boyslut gulping as i feed him my mancream.

i can tell there's still sperm swirling around in his mouth but as i
come down from my orgasm i decide to push my cock forward into his
throat, taking some cum down with it. ryan is surprised by this, i can
tell, and gags a little, but i keep pushing, and soon i can feel the
boy's throat muscles around the last couple inches of my cock. his
clasping little throat goads a couple more small squirts of sperm from
me, and i moan as these trickle down the kid's esophagus.

i figure i'm probably on the verge of choking him at this point, so i
withdraw, and slither my body down next to his. ryan's eyes have a
dazed look on them, his lips are red and even puffier than i've seen
them before. the area around the fourteen year old's mouth is slick
with my semen, especially at the corners of his mouth where my cock
must have forced some out when i pushed forward into his throat. i
watch as his red little tongue darts out to lick up the mess on his
face.

i look down across the boy's smooth body, his perky little nipples
atop a heaving, flushed chest. his boycock is throbbing and he's
clearly been rubbing it, but i don't see any boycum pooled in his
sparse pubes, so i lick my way down his body until i'm between his
legs. i lift ryan's legs up and over my shoulders, and swallow his
boynail in one go. he moans, loud, as i swallow the head of his four
and a half inch kidcock.

i reach behind to his pulsing boyhole and easily slip two fingers
inside. i find the kid's prostate and begin rubbing it rapidly as i
bob up and down on his boydick. ryan has begun releasing a constant
string of curse words -- "ohshitohfuckfuckfuckyesfuckohshitunhhhh" --
that is almost better than hearing him moan. (there's nothing like
hearing an innocent, young-sounding voice talking dirty!)

a few more seconds, and the boy explodes, yelling just like i did, his
kiddick spewing his junior high boysemen in my mouth. his boycunt has
clamped down around my fingers and i feel the pucker pulsing like a
frantic heartbeat.

i give him a few moments to come down from his boygasm as he dribbles
a little more boysperm in my mouth. i haven't swallowed any of it yet,
but i swish it around and enjoy the sweet, fresh taste. one of the
reasons i never mess around with guys my own age is because boycum is
just so much tastier!

after a few more moments, he makes a soft, girlish little sigh of
content, and i am pretty sure he's now squeezed out all his smooth
little boyballs can muster.

i pull my mouth of his wet boystick and move my face up to his. i
press my lips to his and he opens; immediately i flood his mouth with
his own boyjuice. i can feel the kid swallowing as i release more and
more onto his tongue.

when it's all gone ryan is still sucking, suckling hard as my tongue
pops into his mouth. he sucks on it greedily as if hopeful he can
extract a few final morsels of his own boybatter. what a little slut!

we break the kiss, wetly, and he curls into my arms as i hold him, his
head laying on my chest.

"you really squirt a lot when you're getting your boypussy fingered," i say.

"yeahhh," he sighs.

"do you finger yourself at home a lot?"

"yeah when i'm jackin off in my bed or the shower i do...it feels
good," ryan says softly.

i drop my hand back behind his smooth little buns, and find his
boyhole, slipping a finger inside. ryan makes that same contented sigh
and then purrs softly, as if having his boypussy impaled on something
is his natural state now. he holds me tight, as we drift off into a
post-orgasmic nap.

***

when we wake, we don't have enough time to shower before he has to
leave, so we head into my bathroom and i use a warm washcloth to clean
the dried remnants from his boycrack and his face. he pulls back on
his slutty black undies, and i give him a soft smack on his perky
little boyass.

"ah!" he chirps, and turns and grins at me. "perv!" he says with glee.

i take him in my arms and push my mouth onto his, my hands reaching
behind him and squeezing his undies-clad boycheeks. he sucks on my
tongue as usual but i don't let it last long, and when i pull my mouth
back he's still sucking, his little mouth in a wet O. i smile,
satisfied.

"you love it," i say.

he smiles, shyly now. "yeah," he says softly and giggles.

"i've got a present for you," i say, still hugging him.

"ooh present!" he giggles, and starts jumping up and down crazily as i
walk over to my closet.

i pull out a box wrapped in erect-penis wrapping paper and a small bow.

"you should probably open that here," i say, as he sees the wrapping
paper. "don't want your mom finding that in the trash," i grin.

ryan grabs the box and tears at the paper frantically. he pops the top
off the box and looks inside.

"ooooooooh," he says with excitement.

inside are two items. first, a small bottle of "boi toyz" jizz lube.
it looks, smells and tastes like semen (well, as close as you can
get). as ryan lifts it out i smile.

"i figure with all the jacking off you're doing, your little boycock
might be getting chafed. wouldn't want that!" i say.

ryan giggles, then looks at the second item: a peter north ejaculating
dildo. the thing is pretty gigantic, eight or nine inches and thick as
fuck.

"no more cucumbers for you! it vibrates AND squirts," i say as ryan
pulls it out.

"wow..." the kid says as he gazes at it, like some kind of spiritual vision.

"now i don't expect you to necessarily be able to take it all inside
your boypussy ryan," i say, "but i thought you might be able to use
just the tip, and of course you can practice having it squirt in your
mouth as well."

"this is awesome!" ryan says as he continues looking at the dildo.

the kid runs over and gives me a tight hug. aww. nothing like hooking
up a boy with some sex toys!

"oh just one thing ryan," i say. "don't use the dildo in your boypussy
more than two times in a week, and don't ever use it the day before
we're going to meet. we gotta keep that boycunt of yours tight!"

ryan giggles. "'kay, i promise," he says. "but i'm definitely gonna
practice with my mouth!"

"good little sexpot," i say with a smile.

when i drop ryan off back at his house, i tell him that i'll let him
know about meeting up with jeremy for his "favor." the kid giggles,
and gives me another kiss before hopping out with his two sex toys.

"ryan!" i call out just before he closes the door.

"yeah?" he pokes his head back in.

"don't let your mom catch you with that shit," i say, smiling.

"duhhhhh," my rentboy says, laughing, and runs inside.

***to be continued***

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