Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2001 00:35:07 -0800 From: Joey Ryan Subject: Joey and Ryan, Chapter 2 Thanks for all your nice comments about our story. Some people asked if it is really true, and are we really 13 and 17 (12 and 16 during the part you are reading now). The answer is yes, everything about our story is as it happened, and once I get to the present, how it will continue rests on what God has planned for us. Together, Joey and I are sharing our story with you... it is a joint effort. Some have commended me on my writing, and I am really flattered by it, and actually surprised that the readers' reaction wasn't the opposite. However, some people seem to think that just because I write well, that I must not be the age I am. Well, I think it just proves that not everyone my age is stupid (yes, a lot of them are though! Thank publikc edjukashun for them! j/k) :-) Please let me know what you think at JoeyAndRyanStory@hotmail.com -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Joey and Ryan - Chapter 2 Mike slept on until about one o'clock in the afternoon, as usual after a party night. Joey and I just had a lazy few hours in front of the TV, watching Saturday morning programming. We talked about school and friends and summer; and, what our big plans were going to be for our few months together. Joey was still in just his underwear, and I was in just my boxers. The parents had gone out early for the entire day, but even if they were home, it wouldn't have been any big deal. This was my second family that I had grown up with. Sometimes, I would end up spending more time there during a week than at my own house! But, then my parents would start missing me and have me come home. That's always been okay though, because I have the greatest parents in the world, and I miss them too after a while. Joey was nuzzled up against me as we were watching TV, and Mike finally emerged from his hybernation. "Bad Hangover Walking!" we all thought together. But, there wasn't any drinking going on... it was just Mike enjoying the first day of summer in his own way. "Wassup, guys," Mike said as he attempted to rise from the dead. "Nothin much, just watchin TV, havin a Bud," I joked. "True." Mike finished one of the Budweiser commercials that we mimick all the time. "So, what are gonna do today?" "I don't know, maybe hit the park?" I love amusement parks by the way. "Yeah, that'll be fun. Did my mom and dad say what to do with Joey?" "No, but I'm sure they don't want us to leave him home." "Yeah, can I go with you guys?!" Joey jumped in, hoping we wouldn't drop him off at the grandparent's house on his first day of summer, which of course, we wouldn't have done. "Yeah, we'll all have fun together. I want to have a little bit of fun before I have to go to Colorado." Mike was in a good mood today for some reason. I wouldn't have been if my Dad put that on me only 12 hours earlier. Let me clear the air about Mike. I know I have flamed him a lot, but I love him as my brother. He is a good guy a lot of the time, and really the only reason I was suprised about his good mood that day was because of what his Dad was making him do. He wasn't a jerk all the time. That day, we had tons of fun. We rode every ride at least twice, and even spent money on food, which to a few kids is a big deal. Have you ever had a meal at an amusement park? That could be the life savings of kids our age! Anyway, we got home totally pooped out, and I went home and slept very, very soundly in my own bed. The next couple of days was Ryan and Mike time. We spent the whole time together, getting into trouble like we always did. Not a horrible kind of trouble, just typical teenage stuff. He slept at my house for those few days until he had to enter into endentured servitude (aren't you proud of me for that big word? Ahh, the beauty off good education). Wednesday eventually came, and Mike and his Dad started off to Colorado. At that time, I would have rather had him stay... But, that was then... Thursday came, and so did I. Wait, let me qualify that. Scientists say that I am in the middle of my sexual peak. They say that even when I become just 19 or 20, I will have passed it. So, I think it is my duty to myself and the scientists that work so hard to write up all those reports, to make sure I am serviced at least twice a day. That morning was "Phase I" of the day. As I was laying in my bed, stroking my five incher (before you laugh, that was last summer, I've had a small but long awaited growth spurt since then), I was thinking of a lot of things. Some usual, like my limited sexual history (which you now know all about), and fantasies about some of the other guys at my school. As my breathing became ragged, and my sheets began getting wet with sweat, someone else entered my mind: Joey. Nothing very sexual about him, just that feeling of closeness and mutual love when we were snuggled on the couch the other day. How our bare hairless skin almost molded together. The warmth. That sent me over the edge, and I moaned inside. Oh, how I wished I could have yelled out. A few spurts of cum landed on my tummy, and a fair amount of it got into my belly button. As I cleaned up, two things entered my mind. One, how I hated cleaning cum out of my belly button. And, two, why had I though of Joey while jacking off? I mean, I love him as my brother, and nothing more! Or did I? What did that mean? I decided that this would be the end of those thoughts, and I got showered and ready to head over to Joey's. As I would find out some time later, Joey was waking up with his own rock in his shorts. All he knew how to do at the time was rub it against his mattress, and he did, and it felt really good. As he was humping away at his twin bed, he too was thinking about our snuggle session. He was interrupted by his mom though, telling him to get out of bed because I would be there soon. Fifteen minutes later, I arrived for my first day of my new job. When I walked through the door, which of course years earlier I had stopped knocking on, I was greeted by Mike's and Joey's mom. "Hey Mom. This is way too early for summer!" Of course she was pretty much my mom too, so I could call her that. "Yeah, well you'll just have to get used to it, huh?" She knew I was just joking, and gave me a welcome hug. "Thanks so much for doing this. Mike's always been the one to do it, so I figured you'd be the next best thing. Who, knows, the way Joey won't stop talking about you, maybe even better!" "I'm kinda looking forward to it. I've never had a little brother before, so it's cool. I think we'll have a lot of fun." "Well, you have my number at work. Just call me if you need to. The money for the day is on the table." Kate then flipped to the other motherly quality we all know about... yelling. "Joey, get out here! Ryan's here!" With that, I heard the door fling open in the back of the house, and Joey came running down the hallway. "Hey, Ryan!" He did look cute in his little Taz boxers, I thought. "Listen, you be good for Ryan, okay? He's in charge." Kate knew she didn't really have to say that to Joey, but moms have to show strength. "Call me at work if the house burns down." And with that, she was out the door. There was a little bit of silence, before I finally broke the ice. "So, what do you want to do first?" "I don't know, TV maybe?" We plopped down on the couch together and surfed for a while. It being early, we both started nodding off pretty quicky. I guess Katie Couric and Al Roker don't do much for our teenage demographic. As we cuddled, I was the first to submit to my sleepiness. I know for a fact that when I fell asleep, I was sitting upright. When my eyes flickered open about an hour later, I was laying on my back, and Joey was laying tightly against me on top. His left leg draped over mine, with his thigh resting gently on my crotch, and his own package laid on my hip. Joey's left arm rested over my chest and his hand found my right shoulder. His beautiful face lay nuzzled into my neck, and I felt his warm breath caress me like a thousand little angels. An ever so tiny amount of his drool coated the area where his slightly open mouth rested. I was still in that state between asleep and awake, and everything was right with the world. Where Joey and I were was utter nirvana. There is nothing in the world as complete as that one moment, and there never will be again. I didn't dare wake him, for I knew that he was in that special place too. Instead, I just brought my arm over him, and lightly caressed his warm bare back with the tips of my fingers. He cooed at the new attention in his sleep, like a little kitten. I then let my arm rest at the bottom of his back, just where his bare skin escaped the waistband of his soft cotton boxers. With that, I returned to dreamland, very content and warm inside. Another hour later, I heard the softest, sweetest, most innocent voice whisper in my ear. "Ryan?" A pause. "Ryan, are you awake?" Softer yet, and closer. So close, I felt his lips on my ear. "Ryan, please wake up." My eyes barely opened, and were met with his less than two inches away. "Yeah, Jo, I'm awake. Did you have a good nap?" Then from those eyes so close to my own, I saw tears begin to form from the corner, and then streak down his cheek and fall onto mine. "What is it?" More tears. "Are you okay?" Joey softly rested his cheek onto mine, looking away. I heard him whimper a bit. I responded in the same soft voice he had used, lips to ear. "Tell me." "Ryan... I... (whimper) had a little... (whimper) um... (whimper) accident. I'm so sorry, I know you hate me now." Just then, I felt it. A big wet area from my knees to my upper stomach. I hugged Joey tighter, and whispered in his ear, my own tears starting to form. "Listen to me... Nothing you ever do, will ever, ever make me hate you. You are absolutely perfect." "You mean, you're not mad at me?" "I could never ever be mad at you, Jo. It's not a big deal at all. When I was your age, I did that all the time. It's okay, buddy." He started crying even harder. "Everyone always yells at me when I wet the bed... And now... Now I wet you! And all your nice clothes and stuff... I'm... (ever so softly, but so hard for him) ... sorry." I just hugged him very gently and rocked him lightly for about ten munites letting him cry it out. By the time he had finished, I began to smell the pee a little stronger. I'm sure I hadn't noticed it before because of the intense emotion of the situation. "What do ya say we go get cleaned up now?" I asked. "Okay. Thanks for being so cool. Nobody's ever understood me like you do." I smiled genuinely at him, and started to get up. "Wait," he interrupted. He paused for a second, and hugged me tighter than I have ever been hugged before. We finally left our embrace a minute later, even though we both wished that it would never end. However, pee isn't something you can be around very long without puking, and neither one of us wanted to add that to the equation. We silently walked to Joey's room, and then it hit me. What would I wear? Honest to God, it hit Joey at the same time, because he asked, "What are you gonna wear?" I smiled at the similar thought, but I didn't have an answer. "I don't know. If I try to wear any of Mike's stuff, it'll fall off! I probably have a better chance wearing something of yours!" We both laughed at that. Hey, I'm a small guy! What can I say? Joey became the brains of the outfit. "I know, we can just go swimming now, and we can wash your clothes while we're in the pool! And besides, the swim shorts have a string you can tie." Why hadn't I thought of that? "Yeah, that'll be fun!" Then, the other thing hit us. We needed to change clothes. I mean we had seen each other in our underwear or boxers all the time, but jeez, we hadn't ever consciously `stripped' in front of each other! We stood there looking at each other for a little while, not sure. We both wanted to, but at the same time, didn't want to, if you know what I mean? Joey decided to start first. Very slowly, he put his thumbs in the waitband of his drenched Taz boxer shorts and slid them to his ankles, not losing eye contact the entire time. Not to be outdone, I slowly pulled my wet t-shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. Then, I went on to my khaki cargo shorts, unzipped them, and they fell to my feet. After putting my fingers in the waistband of my plaid boxers, I hesitated a second, and then slowly they passed my small bush and soft dick, and then my hairless thighs and calves and to the floor. There we stood, naked as the day we were born, our eyes locked in constant contact. Then, for the first time, our eyes wandered. Mine found his little pecker and small balls, completely devoid of hair. I traced a path from his very erect nipples and the dimple that separated them, to his neat little `innie' belly button, just like mine. My eyes found his legs, and my heart saw perfection. What is `perfect' about a leg? Well, it's not just any leg, it's Joey's. Everything I saw there was utter perfection. His eyes were wandering too, and I could feel his emotions speaking to me, telling me the same thing. Neither one of us are the best looking, or the brightest, or the most popular, but we are all of those things and more to each other. "Here's some shorts for you," he said as he crossed to the dresser. "They should fit. They're mine, but they're pretty big on me." "Oh, okay, cool. Thanks. Lemme' have your boxers and I'll throw them in the wash with my clothes." We both put on our swim shorts, hiding our objects of desire from each other. Before we made our way outside, I put our clothes in the washer, hoping I had learned something from my mother about how to do it. Outside, their pool looked very inviting on the warm day. It lacks the diving board we have in our pool, but it has a slide, which is really cool. We jumped in and played around for a little while, stealing gropes of each other as we splashed and shoved around. We took turns jumping in the pool or sliding down the slide, and on one occasion, Joey's shorts slid to his ankles and off after hitting the water. I grabbed them when they surfaced and started teasing him with them. In response, he dove underwater for my shorts and in one very swift move, they were off as well. "I like skinny dipping. This feels cool! I've never done it before," Joey said when he surfaced. "Me either. It does feel pretty cool!" We played around for a little while longer, and Joey got more daring. He would go underwater and do handstands, exposing himself upside down from the belly botton down. His little pecker was not so little anymore. It had grown to its full 3 « inch length. I wondered why, and suddenly realized that every time he went underwater, he was staring at my own rising cock, and giving me a treat in exchange. We started wrestling around for a bit, playfully rubbing our naked bodies against each other in the process, until we noticed how pruned we were getting from being in the water so long. We dried ourselves off, idly chatting in the process, but didn't bother putting our shorts back on. Back in the bedroom, we just played Nintendo64 for a while, until the traditional after-swimming tiredness set in. We were already sitting on the bed, so we just switched our positions to laying down. Feigning sleep, we wrestled around on the bed for a couple of minutes until we both all of a sudden stopped, looking deep into each other's eyes. We were in a wrestling hold we had seen on WWF, with Joey straddling me. He just smiled, and puckered his lips at me, kissing the air. I smiled back, and he leaned in to me, locking those lips onto mine. It felt electric. We weren't using any tongue or anything, as it was Joey's very first kiss. We just left our mouths together for a good minute till Joey drew back. "That felt good. Teach me how to do it," Joey said softly, still smiling. "Well, you've got the right idea. Just start out with your lips a little open, and you'll end up where your heart leads you." "Okay, kind of like this?" And with that, Joey leaned back in and did just as I had suggested. The first part was very technical, but then it was magical. After a while of pecking gently at each other's lips, we molded our lips together as one. Joey began by pressing his tongue past my teeth to play with my own, and then I traded places with him, diving into his sweet mouth. As I explored Joey's mouth, I tongued the little gap where he was missing a tooth. Something so simple and insignificant, yet it meant everything to me. I have kissed a couple girls before, but never like this. Inexperienced as we were, our slobber was leaking out of our mouths, so after a while just about our entire chin areas were soaked. It didn't matter though that we might have been doing it wrong compared to other people. This was us, our way, our rules. To us, we were perfect in each other's arms. After what seemed like hours, but could have only been a few minutes, our very first kiss ended. There will never be another one, and we knew we had to imprint all of the feelings and emotion of that moment into our minds to never forget. As we separated, we both smiled at the slurping sound that came from our mouths. We stayed nose to nose, eyes transfixed on each other, both smiling contently. We felt something incredible at that moment, but Joey put it in simpler terms. "I like kissing you. It feels good. We should do it more." Yes, he really did say it like that. How could I forget! "I like kissing you too, Jo. It's nice. You wanna cuddle for a while?" "Yeah. But let's do that one more time first." And we did. This time as we melted into each other, we found that we could use our hands to explore each other more completely. We were both fully erect, and as I grabbed Joey's ass cheeks in my hands, he reflexively ground his crotch into my thigh. My own boner lightly rubbed against Joey's left hip as we rocked together in our sweet embrace. When we broke, he rested his head on my chest. "I have a woody." I won't ever forget that line either. "Me too, Jo." "I get woody's a lot, but never like this. It feels realy good when I push it against you." Then, Joey repositioned himself so our hard-ons were in contact. "You should be allowed to feel it too." "Oh, yeah, Joey. That does feel really good." We stayed in that position for the longest time, just enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Our hands caressed every inch of what was available to be caressed. Our hearts felt every thought that was able to be felt. At that moment we were one. Maybe you have noticed that not a single word was ever spoken about the feelings we were having as we led up to this. Not an utterance about where we were going with our flirting, or even a recognition that it was flirting at all. We didn't need to. We just... felt it. God knows what He is doing up there. True love happens without trying to achieve it. Throughout our cuddle, Joey asked about why he got woodys, and what they meant. I explained to him what I knew, and what jacking off was. We agreed that we would have to try it together sometime. I don't really feel the need to go into detail about everything we said to each other, because it was just your basic sex education course. After a while, we noticed on the clock that the day was winding down, and that we still had wet clothes to put in the dryer. But before we separated from our touch, we whispered softly to each other, sharing sweet kisses throughout. "Joey... Don't ever forget this minute of your life. Never let what you are feeling right now this second ever leave your heart. This moment, right here, right now, is for the rest of our lives." "I won't ever forget, Ryan." A tear escaped, and began a trail down his cheek. "I love you." My eyes surrendered to the feelings as well. "I love you too, Joey. More than anything. And I will never forget." The evening hours came and went, and subsequently, so did our first day together. Thursday, June 1st, 2000. And I will never forget. --- End of Chapter Two --- Sorry if our story is moving slow. It's kinda hard to put something so real in our hearts into words. Remember, this is my first attempt at this, and I'm pretty much doing this trial and error. I'll speed up through the summer and the school year up to now. I just wanted to make sure the emotions of our first day were even just a fraction as real to the reader, as they were in our hearts that day, and are now. In response to some e-mail: I am not a pedophile. I do not like young boys. I have always known I am gay, but I have never been attracted to anyone outside of my age range (so, yes, that means that I am also not attracted to older men either). You will notice that our age difference is not very big. Joey and I plan to be together always. There is no other attraction for either one of us. Thank you for your comments so far. Please tell me what you think at JoeyAndRyanStory@hotmail.com