From: idreamcanu@aol.com (IDreamCanU)
Subject: New Story "Ryan" part3 (t/t,oral)
Date: Thu, 9 Apr 1998 04:51:27 EDT

The following story is a work of fiction written for the enjoyment of the
reader.  Do not download or read if you are offended by stories involving teens
exploring their sexuality or stories about teen males engaging in sexual
activity.  If you don't mind stories of this type read on and enjoy.

I would like to thank two close friends for assisting in this work, one for the
time and love spent in editing thus making this a better work, and the other
for the love and support he gives me.  Thanks guys-you know who you are.

RYAN by IDreamCanU

Part Three

It was dark when I awoke, I was a little confused about where I was until I saw
Steven sleeping in the bed beside me.  The memories of the last few hours hit
me like a rush of water. My mom beating me, running away, Steven taking me in,
and what we did together.  I smiled to myself at that last thought. I got up
slowly from the sleeping bag and headed to the bathroom, not wanting to wake
my sleeping friend.

The bathroom light hurt my eyes, squinting I was able to get my bearings and
use the toilet.  My head and face still hurt but not as bad as earlier, hoping
to find some aspirin I opened the medicine cabinet.  I downed two tablets and
examined myself in the mirror.

My face looked like shit, almost as if I was in a twelve round fight with Mike
Tyson.  Nothing I could do about it now, I shut off the light and quietly
headed back to Steven's room.

Steven was on his side with most of the covers bunched up behind him.  In the
gloom I could just barely see his form.  I sat on the floor waiting for my eyes
to readjust to the darkness.  I sighed as his body came into focus - he was
wearing only his jockey's  and looked so peaceful.  I was getting hard watching
him sleep, this was the first time I had really had a chance to look him over.

His left arm was draped over his side and the other was tucked under his head.
I watched every breath he took - the rising and falling of his chest was
accompanied by the sweet sound of his breathing.  There was a light sheen of
sweat on his forehead matting down a little bit if his hair.

As my eyes traveled over him I absorbed all.  The wisp of underarm hair, the
dark nipples, navel, and legs -  I took it all in.  I seemed to keep honing in
on his crotch and with every pass my eyes lingered there longer.  I could make
out the outline of his dick through the cotton and wanted so much to see it
again.

I reached out and tentatively brushed away the hair covering his eyes.  "God
he is good looking," I said to myself.

The longer I sat there the bolder I got.  First a touch to his face then I'd
feel his arm or back. I jerked back and held my breath every time he moved or
gave some indication of waking.  This went on for about thirty minutes and with
each passing moment I got bolder. With my next move I took a major chance all
the while praying he  would not wake.  I ran my fingers across the bulge in his
jockey's.

When I was sure he sound asleep I made my next move.  Slipping  my fingers
under his waistband I was able to work the underwear down to his thighs.  I
could feel my heart pounding in my ears while I stared at Steven.  His penis
was limp and lying across his loose nut sack.  I could see each ball one on
either side of his penis.  It looked so different - not the massive tool I saw
before.

He was maybe three inches long but I knew that with some excitement he would
swell up to that hard six inch monster.  I couldn't resist, looking at him I
reached out and touched it.  His crotch was so hot and soft.

As I fondled his penis I watched in amazement as it got fuller and longer.
This was so cool - he was asleep but getting a boner just from my hand.  I kept
watching him looking for signs of waking and seeing none  I kept feeling him
up.

I stopped for a second, just long enough to remove my underwear - freeing my
hard dick from its cotton prison.

I went back to his penis, rubbing it softly and feeling every inch.  It felt
just like my own but it was different, it was hotter and felt like a small iron
pipe.  I got my hand around the shaft and gave him a little squeeze.

"Hhhhmmmmff," he moaned.

I jerked back and watched him. Steven moved around a bit then rolled onto his
back, legs spread wide. Fuck that was close - I almost woke him.

Waiting until I was sure he was still asleep I moved by him once more.  His
cock was still hard as I reached out to touch him again.  I moved my hand
across the tip then cupped his nut sack.  The sack felt like a bag of water
with two sperm filled rocks inside.  I rolled them a bit then concentrated my
attention on his hard tool.

I was getting so horny and wanting so desperately to try things I've only
dreamed about, I took a chance.  I moved close to his crotch and with the tip
of my tongue I took a quick swipe of his cockhead.

I was surprised, it had no real taste.  It was almost like licking your own
finger yet was so erotic.   Getting bolder by the second I took the head into
my mouth and started sucking.  After a moment I pulled back and looked at him.
He looked so beautiful - I mean I guess that is strange to say about a guy but
he really was good looking.  My attention drifted back to his cock and I moved
in again to taste him.

I opened my mouth and vacuumed him inside.  I could only get about half inside
before I felt a tickle in my throat.  The last thing I needed now was him
waking because I had to cough or gag.  I worked him for a few moments - losing
track of where I was or what I was doing.  All I cared about was sucking him
off.  I backed off some to catch my breath.

"Why'd you stop?" Steven sighed.

Oh shit he was up - he knew what I was doing.  "I'm sorry. Oh shit man I don't
know what to say."

I felt his fingers in my hair pushing me toward his spit soaked cock.
"Please." He pleaded.

Well I don't need to be hit with a brick to get the point, he liked what I was
doing.  Looking up into his eyes I again slipped his meat between my lips.  Now
not worrying about him waking I did exactly what I had fantasized.

As I worked up and down his cock he was bucking and wiggling.  I could feel his
hands moving and realized he was slipping out of his underwear.  I could hear
him trying to keep quiet as not to wake his parents but every so often a moan
would escape.

His dick filled my mouth perfectly and with him helping and getting into the
blowjob I was able to get all but a little bit into my mouth. I was in a dream
world, my every fantasy coming true one by one.

"Oh fuck!! Ry, I'm going to blow!"

I was torn as to what to do.  I wanted to taste his cum but was unsure of how
he would react. In the split second it took me think this out it was too late.

"OH! OH! Oooohhh!!!!" He panted

My mouth was filled with his spunk.  I could feel three powerful jets hit my
throat and was aware of his hands holding me while he pressed his shooting tool
deep into my mouth.

I gagged a bit and tried to swallow what he gave me.  It was not bad but
nothing great.  I guess knowing what it was bugged me some but because it came
from the person I loved I could handle it.

Steven let go of my head and I was able to release him from my mouth.

I sat back on my heels looking for some sign from him.  I was unsure of how he
would take it.  He was embarrassed after we came together earlier and this was
a major step above that.

"That was awesome." He said breaking the silence.

My heart started beating again with that.

He sat up and placed his hand on my knee seeming to sense my discomfort.  "Ry,
that was so cool. How did you know what to do?"

"I didn't," I answered.   I just did what I thought would feel good."

"It sure did."

Steven was looking at me and was quiet for a moment.  I could tell he was deep
in thought.  I gave him a moment not wanting to mess up anything.  I watched
him and he was taking glances at my lap every few seconds.

"Um Ry, what was it like?  You know..."

"It was neat.  I mean it wasn't the best taste in the world but I really got
off knowing you were feeling good."

"Oh."

"You're not going to tell anyone are you?"  I was worried that he would have me
labeled as queer and I'd lose all my friends.

"No way. We would both be in a world of shit if our friends found out."  He
paused for a second, "Ry, I'm not sure I can but can I try?"

I missed what he meant for a split second but his eyes locked on my crotch
answered that question.  I couldn't believe it he wanted to suck on my dick.

"Would you? I mean I'll tell you when I cum so you don't have to taste it."
This was too much.  I had gone limp while we were talking but now I was hard as
a rock just from thinking about his lips on my dick. I laid back and Steven
slid down beside me.

"Tell me when," he said.

"I will."

With that he moved his face close to my dick.  I felt his tongue touch the head
and let out a moan.  Soon his tongue was licking me like a lollipop.

"Oh man.  Please suck it." I moaned.

I nearly passed out when I felt my dickhead slide between his lips.  It was on
fire - hot and wet.  I'd never felt anything like it.  He stayed like that for
a few moments then slid down farther.  He had all but an inch in his mouth and
was looking up at me.  I could feel his tongue touching the underside of my
cock.

"SHIT!!" I gasped.  He vacuumed up to my cockhead and plunged back down real
fast.  It was fucking intense - I almost came then.

Taking his cue from my outburst he repeated that move over and over with a
quickening pace.  My hips were bucking in time with his mouth and I was on the
fast track to an intense orgasm.

The wet heat was too much.  "Fuck man," I hissed.   "I'm going to cum in a
second."

To my surprise he didn't pull back but sped up.  The sucking and hot wet tongue
on my cock was almost unbearable.  I had really enjoyed jerking off in the past
but this had it beat by a mile.

"Oh OOHH!!  OOOOHHHH!"

I grabbed his head and filled his mouth with my cum.  Usually I can feel
several spasms but this felt like one long one.  After what seemed like a few
minutes he let go of my penis.  The cool air hit it and added to the sensation.
 It was wild going form such a hot wet place to a cool one.

I couldn't control myself, I sat up and placed my arms around Steven.  He was
limp for a second then hugged me back. We fell back asleep like that - it was
if this was the most natural thing in the world.  I reveled in the feeling of
love I was getting.  A feeling of love I'd longed for, love I've needed for so
long.

"Time to wake up guys." His dad said through his door.

"We are up dad." Steven answered and with a wicked grin pointed to his piss
hard-on.

I choked back my laughter and showed him I had the same problem.

He got up and hit the bathroom; when he was done I went also and took a shower.
We dressed in silence but I caught him checking me out as much as I was him.

"Man you look like hell."

Shit, I'd forgotten that my face was mush.  "It really that bad?"

"Well you wouldn't win any beauty contest, it looks like you got into a fight
and lost."

That could be a good cover story. "I'll tell anyone that asks that I got in a
fight.  You think they would believe it?"

He laughed, "they sure will, and by your face they will also know you can't
fight worth a shit."

"Asshole." I said throwing a punch at him.

He easily dodged my slow punch and slapped my side. "Watch out or I'll tell
everyone I did that to you."

"You would wouldn't you?"

"I sure would."

We grabbed our books and headed down for some breakfast.

(End Part Three)