Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2011 10:53:07 -0700 (PDT) From: J S Subject: Football Party 6 Here we go again everyone. I'm merely passing on to you events in my life and wish for you to keep them here. Thank you guys. When I knew that I had slept the entire night alone, I didn't know what to make of it. I knew Ryan was angry but I didn't have the energy to go and talk to him. I was really hurt and silently got ready for work. When I walked out of my room and ready to go to work, I saw Ryan coming out of the other bathroom from the hallway. I looked ahead of me and passed him as I got to the stairs and started walking down. I got in my car right away and drove off. I didn't know what to do, feeling the energy having completely left me. Work was a drag for the day and I was instead wishing I could be back in my room, sleeping. I then thought of how it would be like if I had Scott with me and had woken up to him instead. If he knew about us, he could've consoled me and told me everything was going to be all right. Instead I worked through my day and dreaded the drive back. When I walked back into the house, I saw Ryan in the kitchen but he was on the stove and didn't turn back to look at me. I left my suitcase by the stairs and went up to my room. I changed from my suit and got into bed. I couldn't believe how much it had hit me that he had treated me in that way but there I was, in bed, covering myself and wishing to just sleep. I did manage to sleep until I heard a knock on the door. I didn't want to open my eyes so I didn't and continued to try to get some more sleep. Then the door opened and I heard his voice, "Dad?" I didn't respond and was glad that I was facing away from the door. "Dad?" I heard again and this time I felt him standing at the foot of the bed, looking at me. I didn't move or say anything, wishing he would go downstairs, at least out of my room. "Are you awake?" I heard next from him. "What is it?" I finally said and even I was surprised at the depression my voice held. "Are you hungry?" "No," I said to him. "I made dinner." I wanted him to leave. "No thanks," I said. "Are you sure?" he then asked me. "I'm sure," I said, feeling terrible as I rejected him. "Okay," he said and then I heard him leaving the room and closing the door behind him. I did manage to then go to sleep and I woke up at around three in the morning to take a leak. I went to my bathroom and then thought of going downstairs to see what he had made. I was hungry then and knew sleep was going to be difficult now. I stepped out of my room in silence and as I got to his door, I pressed my ear to it. I didn't hear anything behind it and wanting to open it and go in to talk to him, I felt sad again and went away from it. I went downstairs as silently as I could and saw that he had cleaned up after himself. I went to the fridge and saw in two containers food. I opened them and saw that he had made ravioli, a difficult dish even for me. His had come apart at some of the edges and the cheese had fallen to the bottom of the bowl and I wanted to cry then and there. I wanted to cry because I felt the sadness that I had the entire day finally beginning to let itself out. I just marveled at how he took it upon himself to make a food that I liked and he was probably going to accompany it with an apology. I sat on the dining room table and pressed my head in my arms on the table and just cried. I cried in silence so that he wouldn't wake up. I stood up when I had finished crying and decided to go out for a run. I got ready and once I hit outside, the cool morning air woke me up even more and I ran as much as I could. I ran through the neighborhood and then came upon his school. I hadn't realized I had gone that far but I was glad that my legs didn't tell me they were tired. There were some patrol cars with officers in them going around and when they saw me I waved at them. They waved back and I felt the sweat that had now enveloped my body. I had to take off my sweat soaked t-shirt and carried it in my hand as the sun was now coming up. When I got back home, I was out of breath and slowly entered and got a glass of water. I heard steps coming down the stairs and I turned around to face the sink instead. "You went out running?" I heard. "Yeah," I said putting the glass down and turning around to go take a shower. I walked past Ryan and didn't turn back to look at him. I went to my room and closed the door behind me. I took off my clothes and got into the shower before I fixed the water. I didn't think of anything as I showered and when I looked down at myself, I loved how my dick looked , hanging there with the loose ball sac under it. I reached down for them and wondered if every guy loved his dick as I loved mine. I held them in my hands and touched the length I had when soft. I heard a knock on the door and turned around to face the wall, away from the door. "Come in," I said and then heard, "I'm going to school." "Fine," I said and thinking that I had heard him leaving, I turned around to see Ryan still standing there, looking as sad as I had felt. "What is it?" I said to him, not caring that he could see all of me. "I wanted to apologize yesterday but you didn't give me a chance. I don't want to leave not telling you that I'm sorry for getting angry at you the way I did and for yelling at you. I shouldn't have done that." "All right," I said and turned to wash the soap from my body. When I turned around, I saw his back leaving the door and he closed it behind him. I heard the pain in his voice and I wanted to go after him to tell him I forgave him my own small anger didn't let me. I went to work feeling the same as I had before, if not worse. I just moved through the day and some of my coworkers were wondering what was going on with me but I didn't tell them anything. No one could understand me now. I went back home and decided to be nice to Ryan. When I walked in the house, I saw Ryan on the dining room doing his homework with books all over. "Hey," he said when he turned around to see me. "Hey," I said. "How you doing?" "Good, you?" "I'm good," I said and I felt the truth in it. "You hungry?" I asked him. "A little, I was waiting for you," he said pencil in hand. "I'll make us something," I said undoing my tie and rolling up my sleeves as I headed into the kitchen. "I already made food yesterday, it's still in the fridge," Ryan said. "Right," I said and from the fridge I took out the food he had made himself the night before, before I was standing over the stove and I felt his arms around my stomach. I stopped what I was doing and set down the container on the counter. His head was on my back and I felt his forearms on my stomach. "I really am sorry," he said. "I know," I said and relaxed, letting him hold onto me for as long as he wanted to. "I shouldn't have told you that," he said into my back. "I was stupid and angry. I'm sorry dad." "It's all right," I said and patted his arms. "It's okay." He let go of me and I turned around to face him. He hugged me from my front now and I felt our chests against one another's. His face was under my neck and I felt his strong back under my arms. When he pulled away, he looked at me and then nodded. When I went back to the dining room table he had set his books aside and I set down his plate in front of him. We ate in silence for most of the meal. After we finished eating, we each started doing our own work related things we had to get done and I went into the office I had set up when I bought the house. I took in my work and got ready for a long night of typing. At nine I heard a knock on the door and then saw Ryan when he opened it. "Are you going to sleep soon?" he asked me. "Yeah, why?" "I just wanted to know when you were coming to bed." When he said that I knew that he wanted to be with me again. I nodded at him and put everything for work away and followed minutes later up the stairs. Ryan was already in bed, basketball shorts on and no shirt. I took off my work clothes that I hadn't changed out of. "You looked good with your tie loose and your sleeves rolled up," Ryan said with a small smile. "Thanks," I said and when I was in my boxers I got next to him in the bed and sat down. Ryan came over to me and put his arms around my waist again. He rested his head on my chest and I felt his soft hair against my own chest hairs. I looked down at my legs and saw the hair they held. I looked at Ryan's and saw the same colored hair but less of it. I looked at our toes and saw they were identical. I moved my foot to his and touched him with it. He returned the movement and we moved our feet against one another's for some minutes before I felt his warm lips on my chest. He was kissing my chest, my pecs and I loved him for it. He was slow, taking every kiss with precision. I had my hand on his back, moving it back and forth on his soft skin. He then moved his face against my chest and on his cheek. His smooth cheek against my chest. The friction was nice to feel. I couldn't take it anymore and I moved on top of him. He was under me, looking up at me. I brought my mouth to his developed pecs and started to kiss them for him. He let out a small moan and I started to move down him. I had my hand on his waist and felt his bulge against my arm. I got to where I wanted to go and pulled his boxers down for him. He smiled and lifted his butt a little to make it easier for me. I saw his strong dick hit his chest and the pubic hair that he was letting grow. I put my hands on top of his hair and moved my hand, feeling every prickling sensation on my palm, his dick hitting me. I moved my entire palm over his pubic hair and grabbed some in my hand. I knew what I now wanted to do and slowly but surely brought my mouth to his pulsing cock. I opened my mouth and took his head in. I tasted him for the first time and let myself taste him. I felt his veins against my tongue and the length he possessed. He even smelled great. I closed my mouth around his dick and the moans he was letting out let me know I was doing a great job for him. I couldn't believe how much I loved this blowjob and I wasn't even getting one. I took more of his length into my mouth and felt his head touching the top of my throat. I felt my eyes close in ecstasy and brought my nose to his pubic hair where I smelled him for all that he was worth. My hands were on his thighs, feeling their muscles they held and the small hair that he had on them. I loved him so much that I wanted him to savor this moment as I was, permanently setting it in my mind. "Oh dad," I heard Ryan moan and on his words, I started to bob my head up and down, more and more until I was furiously bobbing up and down, sucking him with more and more determination. He started to move his hips at my face, feeding me his beautiful dick. My jaw was starting to hurt after some minutes because I was doing it all so fast that I had to let my mouth move away from him. "I loved that," he said and I smiled at him. "Me too." "Let me do it for you," Ryan said and I laid back on the bed as he moved over to me and took the leaking dick of mine into his mouth. His warmth was welcomed and he was so good, the way he didn't let go of me, the way his warm mouth was sucking it in. He was so good. Then I felt his hands under my loose balls and on instinct I pushed my dick more into his mouth. He laughed a little and so did I. "I don't want to cum yet," I said and Ryan let go of me. He then moved to my pecs and started to take them into his mouth as I had done to him. His tongue was licking them, the nipples, the hair on my chest. Ryan had such a wonderful mouth and all I could do was let him do what he wanted to me, never asking me what I wanted. This was what he wanted and I wanted it as well. He started to suck in around my abs and kissed them. I moved my leg over his ass and massaged his ass cheeks with my foot. He chuckled a little and our soft skin met once more. He brought his lips to my pubic hair and sniffed it as well. I felt the intensity of his nose on me and pushed my hips a little at his face. He felt my hard dick against his chin and he then took me in again. My head met my pillow and I let myself be tasted and sucked. Ryan's mouth was licking the length of my dick and I could feel his tongue on my veins. I started to moan myself and I knew he was smiling. "Do you like that?" he asked me. "Fuck yes," I said and he returned to sucking me off. My precum was in his mouth and he was savoring it, I could tell. "Let's jerk off together," Ryan said and sat on my lap, our thighs next to one anothers. He set his dick right against mine and he used his right hand to jerk the two of us together. The strength of our dicks was strong and hard. It really did feel like two steel rods. "Fuck Ryan," I said looking at him. His eyes met mine as well and he smiled as he started to jerk us off more and more, faster and faster. I moved my hands to his pecs and stomach, feeling every muscle that he held in his muscular body. "I'm close dad," Ryan said and that was enough for me. "Go for it," I said and he started to pant and his body started to shake more and more. I felt him lean down on me and our dicks came at the same time it seemed. I felt the hot rush of hot cum rushing out of me and I swear I felt Ryan's as he did the same. Our hot streams his my face and chest. It ran down to my stomach and Ryan let himself fall down next to me on the bed. He started to laugh as he looked at me and wiped some of our cum from my face and brought it back down to his dick that was still leaking the rest of it out. "I'm so happy," Ryan then said as he still looked down at himself and then turned to look at me. "I'm glad," I said. "I'm happy too."