Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2016 09:14:08 +0000 (UTC) From: U.C. Peters Subject: Ryan Ryan came tous a trouble youth, barely 16 years old. Prior to coming into our home, he was constantly in trouble and washeaded for reform school. When we firstmet Ryan, I fell in love with his strawberry blond hair. He was around 5'6", small in stature and ascute as a button. The caseworker came to our door, presented Ryan to us. With his head bent, Ryan came through the door with two suitcases intow. I shook his hand (man, I'd have to teach him how to shake hands like aman). We chatted with the case workerfor a few minutes and she made her departure. I took oneof his suitcases and told Ryan to grab the other and I let him to hisroom. I opened the door and led him intohis room. I placed the suitcase that Iwas toting on the bed and told Ryan to do the same with the one he wascarrying. I showed him the chest ofdrawers and the closet that would house the contents of his bag and I left himto his unpacking. I gave himabout 30 minutes and I went up to see how he was doing. Not use to having a teen in the house, Iopened the door to his room, instead of knocking. There he laid sprawled out on his bed, pantsdown to his ankles, jerking on his teen cock. He quickly let go of his cock and then tried to hide his hard on withboth hands "I am sosorry, Ryan," I said. I closed the door and headed to the bathroom. I don't know who was more embarrassed, Ryanfor being caught jerking off or me for my barging in as I did.While in thebathroom, I began to think about what had just happened and I started to gethard. I had never been interested in theleast in another male's body, but there was something about that 16 year oldthat was turning me on. I slowly strokemy cock beginning to get lost in my thoughts about Ryan. All of asudden, the bathroom door swung open and there stood Ryan, his eyes wide upopen, staring at my hard cock. Then oureyes met and we both broke out in laughter. "See, it canhappen to anyone," I chuckled, "I think you and I need to have a man to mantalk." "Ugh," Ryanreplied. Aftersupper, Ryan and I watched TV as the wife napped because she had to go intowork in a few hours. Nothing wasmentioned about what had happened before supper, but my thoughts were racing sothat I couldn't concentrate on what was on TV. The wifeleft for work leaving Ryan and me to ourselves. We watch TV for alittle while longer, and I couldn't keep silent anylonger. "Ryan,"Ryan's hands hit his lap like he knew the time to talk was at hand. "I hope you realize that I am truly sorryabout what happened this afternoon, but I also what you know that jerking offis a normal thing for men of all ages to do. "Yeah, Iknow. Sometimes I get so horny," Ryanreplied. "You knowwhat?" I asked. "What?" Ryanasked in return. "So doI. Being horny is not just a teen thing,you know. When I'm 70 years old, I'llprobably still be a horny individual." We bothbroke out in laughter. "Just do mea favor," I said. "What'sthat," Ryan asked. "If for somereason, I accidentally walk in on your jerking off, don't be embarrassed aboutit. Just remember, it's a natural thing for all guys to do. "And thesame goes for you, too," Ryan giggled. "I guaranteeit," I replied with a smile. "Can I callyou Dad?" he asked. "You surecan, son," I replied. With that, Ryan throwhis arms around my waist and gave me a hug. I hug him back, wonder why he was ever considered a troubled youth. Ryan headedup stairs. I waited for about 15 minutesbefore I headed up to my wife and my room, which was right next to Ryan's. I paused at Ryan's door and laid my ear toit. I heard grunts and moans coming from the other side of the door so I knewthat he was taking matters into his own hands once more. I gave out a silent chuckle and headed to myroom. I strippedout of my clothes and laid on my bed. Ireached up and turned off the light that was on the night stand. As I laidthere, I stroke my cock thinking how I was going to figure out how I was goingto watch this gorgeous young man as he pleasured himself in his bed. With my cock in my hand, I fell asleep. The nextday, I rose out of bed with a good case of morning wood. I was pushing against my whitey tighties andI knew that I had to take a piss so I opened the door and headed to thebathroom. As I came out of my room,Ryan's door opened. He, too, walked outin the hallway with a morning boner that wouldn't quit. We looked at each other's underwear coveredcocks and laughed. "After you,"I insisted. "No, afteryou," Ryan replied. We both chuckled,again. "No, son,you first, just don't take all day," I said with a wink. "Oh, Iwon't," he replied as he playfully punched me in my gut. He went into the bathroom and shut thedoor. I soon heard water on water, so Iknow Ryan was taking a piss. By the timehe opened the bathroom door, I was doing the potty dance. As I enterthe bathroom, Ryan reentered his room and closed the door. I closed the bathroom door and did myduty. I passed Ryan's door and again,placed my ear against it. Again, I heardgrunts and moans. I knew I was going tohave to have another chat with the boy. We sat downfor breakfast. I knew we would be alonebecause the wife had just got to bed from working the night before and shenever got up before 2 or 3 o'clock in the afternoon. As we ate our waffles, I spoke up, "Youknow, Ryan, you're going to have to be alittle more quiet when you do yourthing behind close doors."Ryan gave mea puzzled looked. "Your moanand groaning may give you away, don't you know," I said with my best fatherlyvoice. "You meanyou could hear me?" "Yes, sir, Icould. Your jerking off doesn't botherme, but the lady of the house doesn't understand the needs of the male body andwould like that you're some kind of pervert," I said with a chuckle. "But, I am,"he stops in mid-sentence. I looked athim in a puzzled look, "Never mind." "I thinkwe're all alittle perverted," I said as I tasseled his mussed up strawberryblond hair, "Go get yourself dress and let's go find something to do. The little lady won't be up for hours, so weneed to find a way to entertain ourselves." I went intothe garage and grabbed the basketball. Thought we could shoot a few hoops. Ryan looked at the basketball like hehad never seen one before. I could tellhe was alittle apprehensive about playing some roundball, so I asked him if hewere okay with playing. "I don'tknow," Ryan shyly said, "I've never played it before." "Hey Ry, you don't mind me calling you Ry, do you?" "No, I guessnot.""Well, Ry,there's nothing wrong with not knowing how to play, if you don't mind meteaching you how to play." "I guessit's okay," he said looking down at the ground." "Come on,son, it will be fun, I promise. Now,come here and let's see what you do know." With thatRyan took the ball in his hands and made an attempt to throw the ball towardthe basket. He threw it, pardon the expression, like a girl. "I told youI was no good," Ryan pouted. "Let's seeif we can't just change that," I responded, "now, come here." I stood behind him close enough to snugglewith him. I took the ball and placed itin his hands. We were so close that Icould smell aroma of his hair. Together,we shot the ball and after it rounded the rim, it went in the basket. Ryan was ecstatic. "See there, I knew you could do it." After a fewmore practice shots, we played a few games of HORSE. I could have wiped up the floor with him, butdue to his low self esteem, I did let him win a couple of the games. "Hey, Ryan,"came a loud voice from a distance. "It'sJonathan, Dad," Ryan beamed as his friend neared us, "Hey, Jonathan, what'sup?" "Apparently,you are," Jonathan said, point to the boner that Ryan was sporting. "That'salright, Ry," I chimed in, "when I was your age I was getting them every timethe wind blew." Both boys laughed. "Hey, Dad,can I go bumming around with Jonathan?" Ryan asked. "Yeah, sure,go head. I have a few things I have todo before the wife wakes up." Ryan andJonathan took off like someone had turpentined their tails. I went inside the house all horned up fromseeing the stiffy in Ryan's shorts. Ihad to figure out a way to see his naked body, again. I went upstairs and as I was passing Ryan'sdoor, it hit me. I went back out to thegarage and grabbed a small pointed awl. I got to Ryan's door and poked a small hole on the outside of the doorand then went up about an inch a poked another hole on the other side of thedoor. The holes were about 2 foot of thefloor. On my knees, I peer through theholes. Perfect! I could see Ryan's bed and the easy chairthat was on the other side of the bed. Hopefully, it would give me the view I was hoping for. A few hourspassed and Ryan returned from his running around and the wife was up. Ryan ran up the stairs and to his room. I chuckled because I knew what he was aboutto do. I waited a few minutes andquietly I made my ascent up the steps. I got downon my knees and peered through the holes. What a beautiful sight. There helaid, stark naked, frantically pulling on his teenage cock. It didn't take long and he soon convulsed anda small string a cum come out of his piss slit. I was as hard as a rock. I knewthat there would be more shows to be seen from this position. I went backdown stairs and turned on the TV. Ryancame down and sat in the chair next to the sofa that I was sitting on. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and winked as to let him knowthat I knew why he was in his room for such a short time and that it was okaywith me. During oneof my wife's cleaning session, she found a couple of porn magazines underRyan's mattress and insisted that I had a talk with him. "Ryan, weneed to talk," I said. "Uh-oh, Imust be in some sort of trouble," he responded. "Why do yousay that?" I questioned. "Because younormally call me Ry, not Ryan, so since you called me `Ryan', it must besomething serious.""Well,you're not in trouble, but it is something serious." "What'sthat, Dad?" "The littlelady (Ryan had not started to call her `Mom' yet) apparently found some pornmagazines under your mattress." Ryanlook down toward his feet. "First ofall, where did you get them?" "Jonathanstole them from his dad's stash. Hisdad's got alot of them and Jonathan figured he wouldn't mess a few of them andwe figured we couldn't keep them there so we brought them here." "Well, Itell you what, I was a teenager once and I stole my share of porn magazinesfrom my dad's stash, so I tell you what. If you promise to find a better hiding place for them and you let melook at that from time to time," Ryan shot this look at me, "I'll let you keepthem. "Really?" "Yes,really." That night,after my wife went to work and Ryan was in his room, I knocked on his door.After a minute or two, Ryan hollered, "Come in." I knew he had to put himself together beforehe let me in because I watched him jerk off as he was looking at one of theporn magazine. Dressed inmy housecoat, I came into the room and sat down on the easy chair. I picked up one of the magazines that laid onhis bed and started to leaf through it. "Nicemagazine," I said as I looked Ryan in the eye. He smiled. I sat back in thechair and continued to look at the pictures. I started to bone up. Withoutrealize it, I slid my hand under my robe and started to slow stroke mycock. When I realized what I was doing,I stopped and looked toward Ryan. He was lyingthere with his eyes closed faking sleep. How could I tell he was fakingsleep? Well, his eyes weren'tcompletely closed. They were slightlyopen, so I know that he was watching me as I was stroking my cock under myrobe. "Well, twocan play at that game," I thought to myself. After a few more minutes of looking through the magazine, I startedfaking sleepiness. I laid my head backagainst the easy chair and stretched out, placing the magazine on mychest. I lied there motionless waitingto see if Ryan was going to "wake up". With my eyeclosed, I heard the mattress move and feet hitting the floor. Next I felt movement against the hairs on mybare legs. I knew he had gotten out ofbed and had moved him front of me. Then I feltthe front of my robe being open so I cracked my eyes and there Ryan wasadmiring the cock that was before him. He grasped my cock and gently squeezed it. As he squeezed it a small pearl of pre-cumformed at my piss slit. He looked upto see if I was still "asleep" and he lapped the pre-cum off my cock. I could sense that he wanted to do more so Iwaited. I didn't have to wait long. He licked the of my cock and then took it ina couple of inches. I raised myhand off of the arm rest and placed it on the back of Ryan's head and gentlypushed."If you'regoing to suck on it, suck on it." Ryan,jumped. "It's okay,son. Do you want to suck on mycock?" Ryan nodded, "Then suck onit." Giving him permission was all heneeded. He sucked my cock like he haddone it before. Aftersucking on my cock for awhile, I stopped him, pulled him up and told him to getundressed (he had completely dressed before he let me in earlier). I stopped him when he got to his whitey tighties. His cock was pushing against the front of hisunderwear. I lunged forward and began tochew on his cotton covered cock. Hishead fell back and he moaned. I grabbedhis waistband and pulled it down. His 5inch cock spring forth and I took it into my mouth. Ryan put his hands on my shoulders to studyhimself. After sucking his cock forawhile, I took him back the hand and led him to his bed. He laid downand I laid opposite to him and began sucking his cock, again. It wasn't long before he got the idea and hestarted to suck my cock. We 69ed forquite awhile, sucking and licking each other's cock. The moment had come, I could feel himstarting to tense up and I knew I was close. We exploded in each other's mouth. After coming down from our natural high, we laid there for awhile. "Son, Ithink it's time for a shower." Weclimbed in the shower together and washed each other down. We dried each other off and came out of thebathroom. I walked him to his room,kissed him on his forehead and told him that there was more that I wanted toteach him, but that would be another time. "Good night,son." "Good night,Dad." We entered into our own rooms and got into our own bed. I'm sure that Ryan couldn't fall to sleep right away. I knew I couldn't. More to cum.