Date: Thu, 4 Mar 2010 12:57:45 -0800 (PST) From: T Claybourn Subject: Your want me to do what (ch 25) You all know the warning if you not old enough to read this, please don't. Let me know what you think I will try to respond to your e-mails. Special thinks to Jere Adams for the editing Thank You Terry. ************************************************* "About time," Kitty told us, as we came down the stairs. Vinnie and Vance were waiting patiently for us, also. Even thought they were teenagers, I knew they were excited about Christmas. Ry sat on the sofa, and I slid down between his legs, with my head resting on his knee. I was still tired; all I wanted was sleep. Dan sat by the tree with dad, and they handed out the gifts. After all the presents were handed out, the younger kids unwrapped everything with the speed of light. I had to fight to keep my eyes open, Kitty got what she wanted; every year dad and mom makes sure she gets what she wants. The boys got some gaming stuff, skateboards, and stuff they are really into. They thought it was unfair, at first, that they had to share the new unit, but with a threat about taking it back, it shut them up. "Chad, honey," I looked over at mom, "Are you feeling alright?" she asked. Then I felt Ry's hand on my forehead. "Just tired," I told her. She smiled, and went back to what she was doing. The truth was . . . I felt awful! I was all stopped up, and my chest hurt. For some reason, it was hard for me to breathe, but I did not want to ruin Christmas, or the weekend afterwards, so I kept my mouth shut. The stuff I got was mainly personal stuff; a few new sweaters and stuff, or stuff I could use at school. "Cool, thanks," I told everyone, when I opened a small camcorder. I turned and gave Ry a smile, and he actually blushed. "Wow! Chad, how did you afford this?" Ry said, as he opened the box that I had given him at the apartment night before last. "Saved up," I told him, turning around to look at him. "We'll have to leave here early in the morning to be on time," I told him. "Wow, Chad! Thanks," Ry told me. "Well, what is it?" Aunt Jean asked. "Tickets to an athletic resort I've been checking out online for a while; the one I told you about last month," Ry told her. She just shook her head, and got up to go into the kitchen; mom went with her. After a bit, the boys asked if they could hook up the system to the TV in the other room. Dan said `ok', so they jumped up and headed off, with Kitty yelling, "I wanna play behind them." "Daaaaaaad," Vance yelled behind him. "Let her play," Dad ordered. Vance turned around and glared at dad for a minute. "Let her play or go back to bed," Dad told him. With a stomp of the foot and a `that's not fair', Vance headed into the other room. Dad just looked at me. "Stop giving your brothers pout lessons," Dad said with a grin . I just smiled at him. Ry reached into his pocket and took out something; I just watched him. I was still sitting on the floor between his legs; he reached down and helped to my feet, and then sat me beside him. Dad reached over, took my camcorder, and checked it out. The moms came in about that time. "Chad, the reason Dad wanted us here is because I wanted everyone here when I did this," Ry said, when he handed me the package; it was small. I just looked at him; then over my his shoulder at dad, who just gave me a half as grin, and put the camcorder up to his face. I don't know why my fingers would not work, but I finally got the thing open, and inside was a small, blue velvet box. I just looked at him; I knew what it was, but I was unable to open the smaller box; my fingers would not work at all. Ry took the box and opened it, showing me a silver and gold ring; the colors were intertwined. "Chad, I want you to be my life partner. I know we are more or less related, but I don't care; I want you to be mine for life," he said, as he took the ring out of the box and held it towards me. "How about it, Partners for life?" he asked, as he took my left hand into his. All I could do was nod `yes.' "Chad, say it out loud, please," Dad said, from behind the camcorder. I swallowed hard. "Yes, I want to be your partner for life!" I finally choked out. Tears were running down my face, as Ry pushed the ring on my finger, and then pulled me towards him. I was not able to think; all I could do was hug him back, and cry into his shoulder. Then I looked over at Dan, who was standing, holding onto Jean; he was one proud dad. "I'm sorry," I mouthed to him. He gave me a smile, and nodded; I knew he had forgiven me for being an ass a few weeks ago. I just held my Ryan as tight as I could; I did not want to let him go. "Well, there goes my grandchild," Aunt Jean said. Mom and Jean came over and gave us both a kiss to the cheek. "Not really; there is always a way," Mom, said, as she headed back into the kitchen. I just watched her go; `what the hell did she mean by that?' I thought, as Ry kissed my cheek, and rubbed his thumbs across them to wipe the tears away. "You sure you're alright? You feel warm?" he said, placing his lips to my forehead. "Yeah, I'm just tired," I told him in a whisper. He then looked at the clock; it was just after eight. We had been up since six, and did not go to sleep until sometime after midnight. "Let's eat breakfast, and then you go lay down till lunch," he ordered. I just rolled my eyes at him. Breakfast was great, and simple. Mom made sausage gravy and biscuits, pancakes, eggs and toast, and we had a choice between coffee, milk, or OJ, but no soda. I could feel Ry's eyes on me the whole time. I ate what I could, but to tell you the truth, I was about ready to barf, and I didn't want to do that. "Chad, if you're finished murdering your eggs, maybe you need to go lie down," Dad said, before Ry could get his mouth open. I could hear Ry growl a little, but he said nothing. "I'm fine," I told them, as I took a swallow of my juice, which felt like acid going down. "Love, did you bring the medical bag?" dad asked mom. "It's in Kitty's bag," she told him. Dad got up and went into their room; when he came out, he had a little `Hello, Kitty' bag with him. I just looked at him, as he sat back down and opened it, looking at what was inside. He held up a thermometer, and looked at it; it was one of those old glass ones, with a red tip at the end. "Is this all you brought?" he asked; mom only nodded her head. I could hear Dan laugh. "Maybe Ry can take it for you," he said, as he looked at me; I was shaking my head. Then it hit me about what type thermometer dad had; my brothers were laughing their little butts off. "No way!" I told him. He just raised his eyebrows at me like `you wanna bet?' "Dad, I am sixteen," I reminded him. "And the problem is?" Dad asked, pointing the thing at me. I just looked at Ry, who was smiling. Then I looked over at the moms. "I think we have a regular one," Jean said. "Awww, mom, I wanted to watch," Ry said, with a disappointed look on his face. "Ryan, go find it for Chris," Jean told him. "Yes, ma'am," Ry told her, as he got up. I got up and followed him; I wanted to get out of there with some dignity left. It didn't take Ry long to find the one that he was looking for, after he washed it in warm water, and then slipped a cover on it. He pushed the little button on it, and watched it for a minute, then held it out for me. I just rolled my eyes and held up my tongue. Ry placed it under my tongue, and I snapped my mouth shut. Ry just raised his eyebrows at me, and wagged his finger. "I can tell your dad that I couldn't find it, and he can do it the baby way," Ry said, crossing his arms across his chest, and watching me. I did my best to glare at him, but it was unsuccessful, with the damn thing in my mouth. It finally beeped, so I reached for it, and got my hand slapped away. Ry looked at it and felt my forehead; then he made an odd-looking face, as if he did not believe what he was reading. "What does it say?" I asked. "99.5," he said, turning it off, and then washing it again. This time, he slipped the covers and thermometer back in the medicine cabinet. When we came back down into the living room, the parents were all watching TV. "Well?" mom asked. "99.5," Ry told them; Dad just looked at me. "Maybe you need to go lie down for a while," Dad said, and Ry jerked his head towards the room. I grabbed up my stuff that I had gotten, and headed upstairs. Once there, I dropped everything on the bed, and sat down. Then I saw the ring again. Looking at it, I just spun it around my finger, smiling; I could feel eyes on me. I glanced over at the door, and I saw Ry standing there, looking handsome as ever. "What?" I asked, as he came in. "Your dad asked me to make sure you are lying down, and not on the computer," Ry said, as he came over to me. He picked up the stuff and placed it on a chair, then turned around and pushed me onto the bed. Since the bed was not made yet Ry pulled the cover over me, and sat down beside me. "Are you going to rest with me?" I asked him. He only smiled. "Pe t, if I lay down beside you, we won't be sleeping for a while," he said, giving me a kiss. "I'll stay here with you until you`re asleep," he said, as he gently rubbed my chest. I rolled over onto my belly, and let his fingers gently run up and down my back. I awoke to a soft gentle hand on my forehead, "Hey, mom," I said, through a thick coating in my mouth; I sat up. "Afternoon," she said, and handed me a cup. Taking it without asking, I drank it; the bubbles of the Seven Up cut thought the phlegm and slime in my throat, clearing my throat. I just looked at her. "How long have I been out?" I asked, as I tried to get up. "Just a few hours," she said, as she ran her fingers through my hair. "Lunch is ready, if you're hungry," she said, giving my forehead a kiss. "Be down in a few," I told her. She gave me a smile, and left. The only thing I missed about not living at home was the care mom gave me when I did not feel good; she always spoils us a little when we are sick, or just feel like crap. After she left, I climbed out of bed. Since I was still in my sleep pants, I thought I had better get dressed. I got up, grabbed some sweats to wear, and headed for the bathroom. After I took a much needed piss, I rummaged through my and Ry's overnight kit to find my toothbrush. Not finding it, I opened the medicine cabinets, only to see that thermometer. I thought I had better see if I had a high temp, or what; I didn't want Ry or dad thinking they could shove something up my ass so this time I took it. After the damn thing beeped, I looked at it, and it was a hundred point three. `Damn' I thought. `If Ry sees this, he will cancel the trip.' Therefore, I found a bottle of Tylenol Extra Strength, and downed four; then jumped into the shower; the warm water felt great. When I finally got down stairs, everyone was in the kitchen making sandwiches and stuff; I could smell the turkey and ham cooking, but all it did was make me want to barf. I saw that mom had brought my comfort food, which is a cottage cheese, and salt and vinegar potato chip. I like dipping the chip in the cottage cheese (don't knock it until you try it). Ry just gave me an odd look, but said nothing. I sat beside him, and as we ate, his hand slipped down between my legs and up against my crotch. I jumped a little, but he kept it there. Then dad reached over the table and placed his bear paw on my forehead. His eyebrows knit together, but I guess he was satisfied that I didn't have a high fever. Lunch finished, and I tried to help clean up but was shoved out of the kitchen. Mom and Jean were busy doing their thing, so I went over to bug the boys, wanting to play the new system. Before long, dinner was called, and we ate our fill; I even over-stuffed myself to show I was feeling all right now, but I kept popping the Tylenol ever two hours, or so. The parents, as well as my siblings, said good night, as well as good byes to us; they were headed home, since that was the plan. After they left, Ry decided that since we had to get up early to go to the resort, we were going to bed (no sex) at eight. He wanted a full night sleep, so he could drive that long drive. By morning, I was glad Ry decided he was going to drive the whole way, because I didn't get a full night sleep; I was unable to get comfortable. When I finally got out of the house, Ry had our stuff in the truck. Since we were only going to be there for the weekend, I was going to rent the skis, or snow board for the few days. Jean made us snacks to eat - you know - left over pie and cookies, cakes, ham and turkey sandwiches, so we did not have to stop on our way, unless we wanted to. We had two thermoses handed to us - one with coffee for Ry, and one with hot chocolate for me, since I do not drink coffee. We pulled into an IHOP for breakfast; Ry loves their pancakes. I headed to the bathroom. Once we finished eating, we headed back out, only to find out some one sideswiped the guardrail and now the freeway was congested with rubberneckers. It took almost an hour to go fifteen miles, which was putting us behind schedule and Ry in a bad mood. When he started yelling at the radio, I undid my seatbelt and lay down on the seat. Using his leg for a pillow, I fixed the middle belt to hold me in, just in case, but Ry is a safe driver, so I trusted him. His hand automatically came down to rest on my shoulder; then he started to rub my arm, and turned down the radio. I felt the truck come to an abrupt stop, and I was jerked forward. Ry's hand grabbed me to keep me from getting hurt. I tried to sit up, but was unable to, so I unbuckled the belt. As I sat up, my stomach rolled, I swallowed hard. We were stopped behind a big rig, and when I felt my stomach roll again, I jumped out of the truck. When I climbed back in, Ry just looked at me; he was worried, I could tell. "Car sick," I told him, which was probably true. I called the resort, and told them we were going to be running late, because of the traffic and accidents on the way. They told me they had many calls for the same reason, so we would not lose our spot. It took another three hours to get there. We finally were checked in, and handed our keys. They gave us enough time to be settled in, Ry was getting his sweats on, and I was getting my ski outfit on. "Pet, c'mere," Ry said. I came over, pulling my shirt over my head. Ry gave my nipple a pinch, which made me jump a little. "Hands on the bed," he told me. I gave him an odd look, but did as he said. I felt his hands on my ass, then his tongue rimming me. All I could do was push back against it. He finger fucked me as he rimmed me. I knew what he was going to do, but I still gasped and jumped when he pushed his hard cock into me. He fucked me hard and fast; he came but I did not. When he pulled out, he held me down with one hand. I heard him doing something, and then I felt something being shoved up my ass; and then he strapped it on, to hold it in place. "While you ski, I want you to pretend that my hard cock is up your tight little ass, fucking you while you ski," he told me. "I'll meet you back here at two; take a shower, but leave that in," he told me, as he gave me one hell of a kiss. "Can I at least finish my self-off?" I asked him, pointing down to my hard, leaking cock. "No. Oh, yeah, and don't cum until I get back," he said, as he left the room. I finished getting dressed, my ski pants leaving little to the imagination; when you have a hard on, there is no imagination. Ever try to walk with a plug up your ass? Not easy. Every time I took a step, it rubbed against my prostate. I had to stop a couple of times to get my cock to go down. When I got outside, the cold air helped, keeping me soft, but not totally. When I finally got to the rental booth, they were closed. "Dammit!" I yelled out. "Dude, what's up?" I heard behind me. I looked around to see an EMO kid standing behind me. "I didn't bring my skis; I thought they would be open," I told him. "Total bummer, dude." he said, flipping his long hair out of his eyes. "I got an extra board; you know how to use those?" he asked. I nodded, and he jerked his head toward a small building. I followed, and he unlocked it and pulled out a board. "My kid brother uses it when he comes for a visit. But he's not due until Monday," he told me. The Emo boy, who let me borrow his board, was as tall as I am. His dyed black hair was long; his bangs were hanging over his left eye. The only reason I could tell it was dyed he had brown roots. I could see a faint black line of eyeliner under his bottom eyelid, and his black lipstick was moist and sparkly. The most amazing thing I saw in him was his eyes - they were a bright, shiny green. His left eyebrow was pierced, as well as the right side of his lip. "I'm Chad," I told him, as I held out my hand. "Chase," he said, jerking his head in greeting. "My old man owns this place, and my lover is the manager," he told me. "That's cool," I told him. "Come on; I'll show you a new area," he said, as he grabbed up his board. I followed him to an area that was roped off. "The old man is trying to get an area for boards only, so we don't get run over by the guys on skis." The area was big, and it was definitely for snowboards only. We played around for a while; though it was odd to do the jumps and stuff with a plug up my ass; but I did try to imagine it was Ry's hard cock up there instead of a plastic plug, I guess Chase got tired of boarding, `cause he got up and jerked his head toward the shed. I just shrugged my shoulders, and followed him. He unlocked the door, and we stepped in. It was like a bedroom, except he had skis and boards against one wall. He flopped down on the bed, and looked at me with his one green eye, that I could see clearly. "You smoke?" he asked, pulling a bong out from under the bed. I gave him a smile. It was some good shit, too! After a few hits, I was higher than I ever had been before. It was nothing like the cheap shit Jon or I buy from the guys at school. "Why do you keep staring at me?" Chase asked, through his high state. "Your eyebrow - did it hurt?" I asked him; he shook his head `no'. "Not as much as my PA," he told me. PA?" I asked. I know a few kids at school who've had the piercings, and I wanted to have them, but, at the time, I lived at home; and now, since I live with Ry, I really never thought about doing it. I guess he figured I had no idea what a PA was, so with that he got up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his dick. I just sat back; his cock was long and skinny; somewhat reminded me of a banana. The head was flared out a bit, and at the tip was a gold ring clamped through the piss slit and under the crown. "Owww!" I said, and he laughed. "I thought you had to be at least eighteen, or have parents' permission," I asked. "I do my own," he said, as he shoved his cock back into his pants, zipped up, and took another hit from the bong. "I can do you if you want; I got a kit in my room in the hotel," he said. I just shook my head. "I don't think Ry would like it," I told him. "Then do your tongue; it feels awesome for the guy your blowing," he said. Again, I just looked at him. He stuck out his tongue and showed me his barbell; it was probably the size of a pea. It had to be the pot, because the next thing I knew, I was looking in a mirror with a barbell in my tongue, and a ring in my left eyebrow. "You look cool," he told me. I just looked at it. He then told me how to care for them. "Make sure you eat plenty of cold stuff, and ice to help keep the swelling down," he told me. I nodded; then I heard my phone play Ry's tone. Fishing it out of my pocket, I found the text that he had sent. "Change of plans; be back at four. Remember what I told you not to do. Love you, Ry." I looked at the clock; it was one and I forgotten to eat lunch. "I've got to go; I need to find something I can eat," I told him. He picked up the phone, and before long, we had pizza, BBQ wings, fries, and soda. It was about two thirty when another guy walked in. He was tall, black hair with brown eyes, and he wore a pair of black slacks and a green polo. "Chase, what the hell?" he asked, giving me a look that would melt ice. "Hey." Chase got up and locked his arms around the guy, and gave him a kiss; I could see the guy melt. "This is Chad. He's a guest; we just has something to eat," Chase told him; the guy only gave us a weak smile. "Nice to meet you. Now leave," he told me, as he helped me up and pushed me to the door. "Aaron, what the hell?" Chase said. "Chase, you're eighteen. He's what?" he gave me the once over, "fourteen. We don't need any shit this year," Aaron said. "I'm sixteen," I told him, spinning around. "I don't care; get out," he told me. "Hey, nothing happened; the court said so themselves," Chase snapped at him. Aaron turned back around and pointed one finger at him; Chase snapped his mouth shut. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?" he asked. "Yeah, sure; if bossy bull here says it's alright," I told him, and left them both alone. When I got to our room, I just flopped down on the bed. I was pissed, full, and tired, all at the same time. I smacked the bed with my fist, got up, stripped out of my clothes, and headed to the shower. I had forgotten about the plug up my ass, until I tried to take a dump. `Now what the hell am I going to do?' I thought. There was only one thing I could do; I unfastened the straps that held the thing in place, and pulled it out, with a grunt and loud pop. I was hard as hell by now, and there was nothing I could do. I could jerk myself off, but Ry had told me not, too. So I would wait; it was always better to wait anyway. After I finished the bathroom, I dug around our bags to find something I hoped that Ry had packed, and he did; it was our enema bag. I was going to clean myself out before Ry got back, and before I put the plug back in me. After a nice warm shower, and a good cleaning out, I cleaned off the plug and found a lube. I didn't know which one Ry used; ours had flavors. Once it was covered in lube, I squatted down and put it against my hole, only to find out it was not going to go in easy. I had to grunt, and really shove it up my ass. I was almost shooting my spunk all over the floor. When I stood, it didn't feel right when I tried to strap in on. I had put the damn thing in wrong; it was not rubbing against my spot; it was rubbing on my wall. I shrugged my shoulder, and, without thinking, I reached under myself and gave it a good turn. I saw bright lights and blue stars, as I shot my spunk all over the wall. `Damn', I thought, as I fastened the straps around me. I laid down on the bed, so I could rest. I awoke to something moving in my ass, and a warm moist feeling on my hard cock. Then I felt something drip on my belly. Opening my still sleepy eyes, I saw Ry giving me a wake up blowjob. His hair was damp from the shower, and his body still had drops of water on his smooth skin. Smoother skin - Ry's as hairy as a bear. Hmmm. I shifted, Ry's mouth left my cock, and his mouth found mine. The kiss was hot as hell! "You came didn't you?" he whispered in my ear, just before his teeth bit the lobe. "Sorry; it was by accident," I told him. He sat back on my legs, and he would either rub and pinch one of my nipples, or give my cock a rub. Sometimes he would rock back and forth on my legs to get the plug to move. "Honest it was," I told him, trying to sit up, but couldn't. "What happened to the fur?" I asked, looking at his smooth chest. "I believe you; they made us shave it off, because it can slow us down, due to wind resistance. School only has us to shave during a meet," he told me. "We're here for two days; it don't make sense, does it?" he said, rubbing my cock. "Ok, we have dinner reservations at," he looked at his watch, "Half an hour," he said, getting up off my legs. Then he tossed me a pair of black slacks and a tan polo. "You can wear your boots," he told me, as he pulled on a pair of black slacks. I knew that; I don't know why I forgot. "Can you, know, umm," I asked, pointing to my hard, leaking cock. "Later." I don't want to be late. I let out a frustrated breath, and I could hear Ry laugh, as he headed to the bathroom. I got up and grabbed the clothes he had tossed me and got dressed. I was combing my hair I notice the my eyebrow ring, and then I stuck out my tongue `how could he of missed these `I asked myself and sprayed my hair, I know my bangs can hide the eyebrow but I am sure he saw it hell I know he felt the tongue. "You ready," Ry yelled at me. "Yeah," I yelled back at him.