Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2007 23:31:56 -0500
From: booboobear@hush.com
Subject: Summer of Ryan

This story contains consensual sexual acts between adult males and minor
boys.  If this offends you, or would get you in trouble reading it, you
know what to do.  This is written in a world with no STD's, so act
appropriately in the real world.  It is complete fiction, period.  Any
comments will be responded to appropriately.  Enjoy and let me know if you
want more.  booboobear@hush.com


Summer of Ryan


I was pleased when Ryan and his mom, Sandy, moved in next door at the
beginning of summer.  She was a fairly attractive woman in her mid-forties
and Ryan was a diminutive 11 years old.  He was really small for his age
and his cherubic face didn't help matters either.  His blond hair was kept
short and he was a little on the thin side.  Even though he was small he
was a little dynamo.  Always completing his chores when and before their
completion time arrived.  Riding his BMX and inline's (skates) whenever he
could he used up any unnecessary calories he took in.

My first introduction to them was when the trailer pulled up with their
household goods.  Sandy immediately came over to apologize about the truck
sticking in the street.  My response to her was that if anyone couldn't
realize this was a special one-time deal they needed to "get a Headass
realignment" "What's that?" Sandy said with a generally inquisitive look in
her eyes.  I explained the process by which "They pull their head up out of
their ass until they see things with a little less crappy of an outlook!"
Both of them got such a kick out of that analogy.

Over the nest several weeks we would talk in the yard over cold drinks
during our yard work breaks sharing more information about each of us.
Soon the three of us became friendly, eating over at each others house a
couple nights a week during the next several months.  I did most of the
cooking while Sandy made sure that she got most of the foodstuffs.  I
really love to cook, taking after old family traditions, and was a pretty
good cook as well.

We learned a lot about each other.  Me being divorced over 20 years, one
grown daughter, being estranged, and the usual.  Sandy was a go-getter,
wanting better lives for them all, husband didn't appreciate her, and so on
so he left.  The worst part was he forgetting about their son.  I always
had the same phone number and my daughter always knew it, her mother
constantly moving.  I'd call and find the number a no-go, and then it would
be months before my daughter would get in touch.  This repeated itself into
her adulthood where she followed the same pattern.

It was a similar story for Sandy, she kept the same number, he would move
and she wouldn't have the new one for Ryan to call his dad.  Eventually
Ryan stopped asking to talk to his dad and told his mom, "If I'm important
to him, then he'll call."  He wasn't going to let his fathers neglect
affect his life.

Sandy was busying her way up the corporate ladder while I was enjoying my
early retirement, if you could call it that.  After the accident at work I
was officially unemployable and thus was forced to retire.  I had decent
savings and could live a reasonable lifestyle, nothing extravagant with the
exception of my hobby, road racing.  Seeing how I couldn't do it
professionally, I decided to go the amateur route with trips to the tracks
sponsored by the Car Clubs.  I had built several cars over the years but
now my focus was on two in particular; a heavily modified 1981 Porsche 928
and a 1987 Chevy Camaro IROC, fully race prepped.  Once Ryan found out
about my hobbies he decided he would be my pit crew at home.  He loved cars
and absorbed all the stuff we did, be it a simple oil change to a
full-blown engine swap.  He was especially intrigued with the MIG welding.

My routine was to work around the house in the morning then take in an
early lunch and rest.  Ryan's routine was to take care of his chores before
lunch, wait until I came back out, and then come over to learn whatever he
could from me.  Whenever I was back out tinkering in the garage I would
always hear the familiar "You want me to hold that wrench?" which got to be
his catch phrase for saying 'I'm here now to help!'.  We got along great
together and Sandy really appreciated the male influence I had on Ryan,
although not too much when we had belching or farting contests.  It wasn't
all goofing off; I gave Ryan little bits and pieces of real life lessons.
The do's and do not stuff, gang stuff, punk stuff, asshole stuff, you get
the picture.  How to be a cool guy using your own best attributes, not
false bravado doing shit that aint cool except to assholes.  The usual "Big
Brother" fare, which he would listen to intently and agree.  He talked to
me about anything and everything, stuff at school, home, and in-between.

As summer grew to a close Sandy asked me if I knew of any good after-school
programs in the vicinity for Ryan.  I told her I really didn't know of any
and would check around.  One evening when we were barbequing, Ryan spurted
out, "I know what we should do.  If Mr. Ken's here he could let me stay
here after school.  He could help me with my homework and stuff.  Plus, I
could learn about race cars too!"  Both Sandy and I looked at each other
with a "Hmmm" look on our faces.  "I'll call you and check in every day,
which I do anyway."  (They always checked in with each other and not out of
obligation but love and respect.  Never was a call ended without a "Love
ya, ma!")

"Ryan, we wouldn't want to be a burden on Mr. Ken.  Besides, he's probably
going to be busy."  Sandy said this looking at me with an almost half
hoping look that it wouldn't be a bother.  I scrunched up my nose to look
like a negative response. Ryan looked at me and I saw the dejection on his
face, which almost made it impossible for me to keep a straight face.  I
couldn't hold it in any longer.  "You know, other than when I go away for
the weekends with the car, my daily schedules really not going to
change. By the time Ryan gets home and finished with his stuff, it'll be
about time for me to get back to work in the shop.  If he needs any help
with homework, I'm sure we can fake it and make something up."  Both of
them busted up laughing.  "It would make sure I slow down some.  Although I
have been told that I'm almost dictatorial when I'm in my teacher mode."

Ryan looked at his mom and when she did the agreement nod, did the "Yes"
gesture pulling his elbow down in the air.  "All right, then.  If it gets
to be too much you will let me know" Sandy said looking at Ryan and me back
and forth.  We discussed the particulars and had a plan made.

School started and things got into a rhythm. I'd get my morning chores
completed and come in for my lunch and rest.  Ryan would get home, have his
snack, do his chores and do his homework.  Homework gradually gravitated
over to my house as we generally enjoyed doing it together.  It was like
those "Brain Games" for me, relearning the stuff I lost, and learning the
stuff they felt the newer generation needed to know.  When homework was
finished we would take a swim or tinker with the cars or whatever we felt
like.

I noticed that Ryan's attitude towards me change ever so slightly at first.
He always looked me straight in the eyes when we talked, but the looks
started lingering.  We were buds and all but as time went on he began
posturing himself a little closer to me physically.  When we would walk
together he first started bumping into me lightly and then the contact
became more consistent, an occasional hand on my arm when we walked.  When
we worked on the car he would want to be right next to me, an occasional
hand on my shoulder or back, and always at his instigation.  I felt a vibe
coming from him that I didn't expect.  I soon began reciprocating his
friendly gestures, which always produced the most dazzling "eye smile" from
him.

One afternoon I got an unexpected call from Sandy who seemed a little
flustered, "Ken, can you watch Ryan a little extra this afternoon?  Things
are shaking up at work and I have to stay later, at least to nine."  "Sure"
I told her, "Ryan and I will have dinner, and I'll make sure he's ready for
bed, so don't worry about that.  If you're going to be real late just give
me a buzz."  "Thanks a bunch, Ken, you're a good neighbor!"

When Ryan got in from school I let him know what was going on and he seemed
a little bummed at first but lightened up when his mom called and as he
heard the rest of the story he became more excited than usual.  Normally he
would head home about six but tonight he would get to spend a little more
relaxing time with me.  Around two Sandy called and said she wouldn't get
out of there before ten. Since it was a school night she asked if Ryan
could stay the night and if I would send him on his way to school in the
morning.  You know what that answer was, can't do it.  NOT!  The afternoon
went on as normal and just after dinner I sent Ryan to get his stuff ready
for school tomorrow and his supplies for the night.  Sandy called Ryan just
as we closed their front door.  By the jist of the conversation I could
tell she was giving Ryan a checklist, the answers all positive upbeat and
were never bored, sarcastic or strained.  When Ryan turned the phone over
to me Sandy said "You guys seem to have everything in order."  "I'm afraid
that's part of my anal retentive nature, we made a list and checked
everything off.  Oh, we even put the TV timer on so that there'll be
'someone home' until nine!"  "Ken, I'll see you when I get there.  You
don't know how much of a help this is."  'Sandy, I raised my daughter from
when she was six, I know how appreciated even the slightest of help can be.
See you when you get here kiddo!"

Ryan decided to get all his toiletries and bathe at my house instead of
his.  So we locked up their house and headed back to mine.  We watched TV a
little and played a few computer games.  Before I had a chance to tell him
Ryan got up to get ready for bed.  "Mr. Ken," I heard him calling from his
bathroom, "we have 2 faucets in our showers.  How do you work the single
handle one?

I proceeded to get the water temperature set for him, which took about a
minute.  During that time Ryan had taken all his clothes off and stood next
to me stark naked.  He was a vision of loveliness without the usual modesty
of young'uns that age.  His features were well proportioned and slight,
with his unblemished cream-colored skin.  He was, for lack of a better
term, a beautiful boy, showing no signs of embarrassment standing there
naked next to me.  As he got under the water he asked me if I would please
wash his back for him.

Not a problem for me, can't tell you how many times I provided this service
for my little one until she grew out of it.  I reached for the shampoo and
first did his hair, not just a quick cleaning, but with a gentle scalp
massage infused.  That little display of affection solicited a few moans of
appreciation from my naked little angel.  After rinsing I lathered his back
with the body wash and began to wash his back, including a back and
shoulder massage as well.  Ryan put his hands on the front shower wall and
stood there motionless, basking in the wonderful feeling of the massage.  I
made sure I went over the top of his shoulders down his pec's and
encirculated his tiny nipples.  I gave great attention to his entire back,
gently working his muscles in a relaxing mode, working my way down to his
small firm globes, kneading them ever so gently and spreading them several
times.  I made a couple of swipes down the center taking a few moments to
cleanse his most treasured spot.  When I did this he made some very audible
moans and quivered a couple times.  I finished up buy doing each leg, but I
avoided direct contact with his genitals.

I gently squeezed both his shoulders and said, "Honey, go ahead and finish
up the front."  Without looking at me he said, "Will you stay until I'm
done, please?"  "Sure, sweetie, I'll be right here.  He took some soap in
his hands and proceeded to complete the front while he turned around to
face me.  He obviously had no apprehension with modesty as his penis was at
full attention by now.  He smiled that beautiful smile a couple times when
he finished washing himself.  After rinsing off and turning off the shower,
I wrapped him into the towel I had taken off the warmer, which was more
like a blanket on his tiny body.  He made no effort to dry himself off,
allowing me to take control of the situation.

Gently rubbing every square inch of this little beauty, including his
private area that still sported an excited member, I managed to get him dry
and proceeded to look for his bed clothes.  Ryan looked at me with those
beautiful eyes and said, "I forgot to bring them.  Can I wear one of your
tee shirts, please?"  I said, "Oh well, I guess I'll have to take you to
them."  His eyes sparkled a little brighter as I wrapped the towel around
him and picked him up like a toddler with a hand under his bottom and on
his back and carried him into my bedroom and sat him on the edge of the
bed.  As I pulled the tee shirt out of my dresser, he took the towel off,
stood up, and walked over to me.  He raised his arms and stood there
waiting for me to put his tee shirt on him.  I fit him like a glove, a
really huge one and hung down just about to his knees.  We went back into
the bathroom and I combed his hair while he brushed his teeth.

After he was ready for bed, he followed me to the media room and snuggled
up against me while we watched a little TV.  He scooted down and laid his
head on my right leg and curled up.  I placed my hand on his right hip and
he placed his right hand on mine and held it there where eventually he
intertwined his fingers into mine.  I sensed he was guiding my hand slowly
up and down his small thigh and I didn't protest.  I gently massaged his
thigh, which caused his little bottom came out from under his nightshirt.
Either he was oblivious to this effect of he didn't care.  After about 20
minutes I heard deep-breathing sounds, along with an occasional, deep
cleansing breath, which told me my little angel, was sleeping.

I shook him gently and got no response so I proceeded to take the little
soldier to bed.  I shuffled Ryan up onto my lap and picked him and myself
up to make the trip to his bedroom.  His bed had the cover turned down only
off the pillow so I laid the boy down on top of the covers.  By now his
nightshirt had rode up above his little tool sack and I took a glance.  I
put my left hand under his knees and raised him up enough to pull the
covers from under him to be able to cover him.  In doing so the tee shirt
bunched up around his waist showing all his glory.  I studied his little
boy package for a few minutes, a little 3 inch, perfectly circumcised penis
with 2 pecan-sized testes in a silken pouch.  I took all the restraint I
had not to take those little jewels into my possession and make him "King
of the World", if only for a few moments.  I covered him up, rubbed his
chest a couple of times with a comfort rub, and combed his silken golden
hair off of his forehead with my fingers, letting my fingers gently feel
the silky skin on his cheek.  He definitely looked like a sleeping angel,

About ten o'clock Sandy pulled into her driveway.  I stood on the front
porch waiting for her to come over.  She sauntered over with an exhausted
smile on her face.  She put an arm around my shoulder and thanked me
profusely for being there on such a short notice.  I invited her to have
some dinner but she said they brought in some food at the office.  I pulled
her plate out of the oven wrapped up in foil.  "I'll definitely take this
in tomorrow, sure beats that deli crap when you want a nice warm meal."
Let's sit for a minute so I can tell you what's going on.  It's big."

"Ken, there's been a shake-up at work.  The office manager had really not
been doing his job and the office is up shit's creek.  The Atlanta office
has undergone a major upheaval and they want me to go there temporarily to
get it back on track.  They told me that it would be 3 weeks on and one
week home, they don't want me up there permanently.  They'll put me on a
special consultant pay scale, which means twice the money for the time
being.  They told me that if I can get this office turned around, they'll
move my boss up there to run it, and here's the next biggie, I'll be
president of this division here.  It's almost like a dream come true but I
don't know what I'm going to do with Ryan?"

"When do you need to go and for how long?" I asked.

"They need me next Monday and I'll return on Friday night.  But I'm afraid
this is going to take several months to fix.  What am I going to do with
Ryan?" Sandy said with a woeful look in her eyes.

"Did you tell them about Ryan?"

"Yes, and naturally they told me to try to find a solution.  They really
want me to do this and it would be a big boost to my career.  I have
thought about this and I want to talk to Ryan about it, but I'm pretty sure
what he'll want to do.  He's going to want to stay with you here while I'm
up there."

You think that's what he'll say," I asked?  She looked at me with a little
glint in her eyes, "Does shit stink?"  "Tell you what.  For the time being,
Ryan can stay here in the guest room.  You know he's no trouble at all."
He really wasn't.  He was a very mindful boy who didn't argue or talk back.
Rarely did I have to scold him about anything.  We discussed the
particulars and after tentatively working everything out she told me she
would talk to Ryan in the morning.

Sandy was at the table in the morning when Ryan got up.  Once he spotted
her he ran over to her almost tripping over a chair and jumped into her
arms.  Giving her a bunch of smooches he told her repeatedly, I love you
momma, I missed you.  I fixed Ryan a glass of juice and left them alone for
a few minutes so Sandy could explain.  I heard a big "Oh NO!" from Ryan
once, which was the only time he reacted with great negative emotion.
After a few minutes I heard Sandy calling to me.  I went back in the
kitchen to see Ryan on Sandy's lap.  I could see he had been crying but I
could also see a smile and a twinkle in his eyes.  Sandy relayed to me some
of their conversation.  "He was really disheartened when I told him I would
be staying away during for a couple of weeks at a time.  I explained that
one option would be him staying with you.  Well that seemed to take the
sting out of the situation.  He shocked me when he said, 'You know Mom,
sometimes we gotta do things for the best of us, even if we don't like it.
I'm gonna miss you but Mr. Ken will take care of me for you.  You know it's
gonna be okay.'  Then they hugged for a long time."

Over the next few days we prepared for Ryan's arrival.  Sandy had taken the
necessary steps to make sure I had all the legal papers needed to look
after Ryan.  I was already on the list at school as the emergency contact
so no more was needed there.  He brought some clothes and games and put
them away in the guest room.  From that point on we called it his room, not
the guest room.

Sandy called Sunday night and we discussed last minute details.  I wished
her luck and she seemed to be moving from intrepidation to excitement
concerning her new task.  Ryan stayed with her and would come to my house
from school on Monday.

Monday came and what was to be the beginning of our routine for a normal
afternoon went as uneventful as ever.  Although I noticed Ryan wasn't his
usual happy self.  He seemed a little reserved.  After supper I sat in my
recliner and Ryan was on the couch not really interested in the TV show
that was on.  I clicked off the TV and called Ryan over to me.

"Hey bud, you seem a little down."

"I kinda miss my Mom.  You know, this is the first time we'll been gone
from each other for a long time."

I noticed his eyes were tearing up a little.  I reached my arms out and in
no time he was up on my lap with his arms around my neck.  He really didn't
cry, just a couple of tears rolled down his check.  After a little bit, he
adjusted himself in my lap lying with his back to my chest.  I crossed my
arms in front of him and he put both of his arms on mine, holding on the to
the tops of my hands.  We sat there for a good fifteen minutes before he
said, "Can we watch a little more TV?"

I switched on the set and we watched the remainder of the show.  I hugged
him a little tighter and he did the same to my arms.  I don't know if he
was doing it intentionally, but he started to rub the hairs on my arms with
his fingertips.  Ever so lightly, almost sensuously.

When the show was over Ryan said, "It's bath time."  Without any coaxing
from me, he got down and got ready for his bath.  One thing about this boy,
he was responsible, no question there.

After a minute he called to me from the bathroom, "Will you please do my
hair again, Mr. Ken?"

"Sure Hon, be there in a second."

I repeated the washing procedures as had happened the last time, doing his
hair first.  I proceeded to wash his back in a very gentle motion with both
hands, covering his entire back.  He was washing his front side but stopped
as he became enthralled with my concentration on him.  I worked slowly down
to his firm little globes and massaged them just a bit.  I gently worked a
finger in to his little crack to scrub it clean.  When I found his tender
opening I massaged it for a few seconds and then returned to his back.

He had stopped his washing so I figured I would complete the job for him.
I turned him around and saw he was sporting a hard on.  I said nothing and
went to task of washing him.  Down the front I went past his crotch to his
feet.  I worked slowly up his legs making sure every inch of him was
cleaned.  He had placed his hands on my shoulders to steady himself.  I
worked my way to his little manhood and made sure I cleaned it well.  He
was rock hard.  When I stroked his penis a few times I felt it throb in my
hand and looked in his face that was all scrunched up.  He had just
ejaculated.  After he came down from his sexual release he looked at me
with scared eyes.

"I'm sorry I did that.  I couldn't help it.  It just happened." He said
looking as though I were going to be mad at him.  His eyes were tearing up
and he wouldn't look me in the eyes.

I rinsed him off and placed my hands on his cheeks, "Honey, you didn't do
anything wrong.  We'll talk about it later when we're finished."  We
finished his shower and I dried him off.  He asked me if he could wear one
of my tee shirts again so I pulled out one for him.

We went into the den and I got into the recliner.  Without any hesitation,
Ryan climbed up in my lap and made himself comfortable.  "Do you know what
happed in the shower?" I asked him.

"Kinda, guys at school call it jacking off.  I been doing that for awhile
now but nothing ever happened like what did in the bathroom."

"Well, it appears that your body is starting to change a little.  As you
grow older more and more changes will occur." I told him.  I explained the
process of physical maturity.  I also explained masturbation and answered
his questions about it. "Mr. Ken, I hear the older boys at school talk
about sex and stuff and all, they say stuff about putting their dicks into
a girl's pussy.  I also heard them talking about cocksucking.  I hear stuff
like that all the time at school and also stuff about boys liking other
boys.  The call them guys fags."  He continued to tell me how he had seen
some pictures of various sex acts on the Internet.  He said he never looked
that stuff up but some of the kids at school had their laptops and did.

I proceeded to tell Ryan about the negative connotation of the word 'fag'
and how "gay" was a more acceptable term to use.  I gave him a brief
explanation about homosexuality and he paid attention to what I said very
seriously.  He turned to face me and looked up into my eyes with a little
scared look.  "Mr. Ken, can I tell you something?  But you can't ever tell
anybody, not even my mom.  Promise?"

"You can always talk to me.  Whatever you want to tell me in private will
always be private, just between you and me."

"I've really wanted to tell you this for a while, but I was afraid to.  I
really like you, you know, not like a friend and all, but more.  When my
penis gets stiff like that I kinda think about you most of the time.  I've
wanted you to touch me there for a long time, but I've been scared that you
wouldn't like me if I asked you."  Ryan was looking down when he said this,
afraid to make eye contact.

I pulled his chin up so he could look in my eyes, "I don't think there's
much of anything you could do that to ever make me stop liking you?"

"Do you think I'm gay?"

 "Ryan" I said, "you're too young to know what you are right now.  Boys
your age are interested in having fun right now.  You are exploring things
that feel good to your body.  You may or may not be gay.  Just because you
masturbate doesn't make you gay."

"But Mr. Ken, I really liked it when you touched me.  I've been wanting you
to do it for a long time.  And I thought about doing other stuff with you."
Ryan said.

"Ryan, most people don't think it's right for an adult to talk about things
like this let alone do things like this.  It's generally considered a crime
and adults would go to prison."

Ryan looked at me with a saddened look, "Even if the kid wanted to do it?
That's not fair.  I think we should be able to feel good stuff like that."

"Well honey, that's how the law is."

"Well them adults can go to hell.  I would die before I ever told someone
you let me do some stuff with you."  At that point he wrapped his arms
around my neck and squeezed like there was no tomorrow.  I felt his body
shake a few times as he made a couple of deep sobs.

I pulled him away from me and looked deep into his sparkling eyes, "If you
really want to explore, I'll let you.  But you've got to understand one
thing.  If we do anything together nobody else can ever know.  I would go
to prison for a long time if anyone ever found out."  I looked at him with
a concerned look.

"Mr. Ken," Ryan blurted out, "I love you.  I wouldn't ever let anything bad
happen to you!"

Ryan realized what he just said and looked like he regretted it.  I pulled
his chin up and said, "I love you too!"  With that, he threw his arms
around my neck and planted a big kiss on my lips.  This kiss was genuinely
passionate, tender, and unpretentious.  It lasted forever and he slowly
slid his tongue around my lips.  I reciprocated and eventually our tongues
met for an un-choreographed dance, sending shivers down my very core.  This
boy kissed me with an unbridled passion I couldn't even contemplate from
one of so tender an age, overflowing with pure, raw, genuine passion.

He straddled my lap and I felt his little hard-on pressed into my belly.  I
rubbed up and down his back cupping his firm little cheeks in my hands,
kneading them gently.  I slid my left middle finger up and down the small
crack that separated the tow tender globes of his little boy ass.  Feeling
the little pucker I concentrated my efforts on that spot which elicited a
continual moan of satisfaction from Ryan.  I brought my finger to my mouth
and applied some spittle on it and returned it to the treasured spot.
Working around in a circular motion I lubricated his tender hole well and
slowly inserted my finger, massaging around the tight little ring.  Ryan
moaned with delight and pushed back on my finger causing it to slip in to
the second knuckle.

The warmth from inside his tight little body felt intoxicating.  My penis
felt harder than it had ever felt in my life when Ryan grasped it in his
little hand.  He gently began massaging it slowly and firmly, increasing
his gyrations on me.  As he increased his humping, he increased his
stroking of my rigid cock, by now well lubricated with my pre cum.  I slid
my finger from his little bottom and rubbed it over my own cock to get some
natural lube on it.  I reinserted it into my little lover and began to
finger fuck him with increased intensity, finding his little prostate.
This caused him to increase his grinding on me.

After about a minute of intense activity on both our parts he pulled away
from my lips and said with a voice raspy with passion, "Oh God Mr. Ken, I'm
cumming, I'm cumming, I'm ahhghhh..."  I felt his little anus tighten on my
finger with multiple spasms coming from deep within him.  His whole body
shook as he let loose his dry emission.

At that point I felt the intensity rise in my core and I came with a
ferocity like never before.  Rope after rope of manseed erupted from me and
shot across my naval.  We both clung to each other, unable to move for
several minutes.  He lay across my chest breathing deeply and I kept my
finger inside him feeling an almost perceptible increase in the heat
emanating from deep within.  I started to slide it out and Ryan reached
behind and stayed my hand, wanting to keep the fullness within him for as
long as possible.  I was content to remain just as we were and after a few
minutes we both dozed off, basking in the wonderful afterglow of our brief
but intense union.

I woke up after a short nap and gently kissed Ryan on his forehead, waking
him.  "Honey, we need to go to bed."  "Can I sleep with you, Mr. Ken?"
"Sure you can, sweetie."  I got up out of the chair with his arms around my
neck and carried him off to the bedroom.  After laying him down on the bed
I went to the bathroom and washed myself off.  Ryan had taken his
nightshirt off when I returned, taking the warm washcloth and gently
washing off the thin smear off my little lovers hand and tummy.

Crawling into bed and laying on my back, Ryan scooted up to my left side
and pressed his body up against mine.  The wonderful warmth of this little
angel was mesmerizing, filling my senses with a satisfaction like no other.
He reached his left arm around my chest and held on tightly.  Nuzzling into
the crook of my left arm he looked up to me and said, "Will you put your
finger back inside me?  I really want to feel you inside."  "Sure, baby,
what ever you want."

Ryan was lying on my left side facing me.  I reached over to the nightstand
and grabbed the bottle of lotion.  Squirting a little dab on my left middle
finger, I reached down and spread his little cheeks, smearing the lotion
right on the magic spot.  I gently pressed my finger against his tight
little anus and slowly inserted it, once again feeling the hot recesses
inside my little lover.  Gently I massaged his tight little anus and slowly
worked my finger in and out.  We both fell asleep shortly and slept
soundly.

End of Chapter 1