Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2021 20:43:37 +0000 (UTC) From: Tj Morgan Subject: My Life With Ryan The following story is a work of Fiction. The work is of the erotic nature and has explicit gay sex. If you are not allowed by law to view this story or are offended by such material, close out now. All work is owned by the author and may not be used without his consent. Copyright 2021 If you enjoy these stories, please consider donating to Nifty, because it takes money to keep this site free and operating. Just click this link to donate, its safe and your donations will help to continue bringing these stories to you. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As always, your feedback is welcomed and appreciated: odies1971@aol.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I was eight when I met Ryan. His family moved in to the apartment upstairs from ours and his dad got a job at the same plant as my dad, so of course, our parents became friends. I think Ryan was sometimes annoyed by having to hang out with an eight-year-old, but to me, he was the coolest person around. Ryan was a shaggy-haired thirteen-year old who was into muscle cars, rock and roll, and skateboarding. When his dad got promoted to foreman of his department, our parents decided to celebrate with a night out on the town. That of course, meant a babysitter for me. By then, I was the ripe old age of nine and I didn't need no sticking babysitter. My mother told me that Ryan was going to stay with me until they got home, and suddenly, a babysitter didn't seem so bad. My parents ordered pizza, we had chips and soda, it was going to be a fun night with just us guys! After our parents left, we decided to watch a movie. I suggested "Nightmare on Elm Street". I don't think Ryan quite believed I had seen it before, but he seemed interested in watching it, so we did. I tried not to get too scared, but jumped a couple of times. Ryan told me I could sit by him, and I was all too eager to. After the movie, he told me it was time for bed. We walked down the hall to my bedroom and as I was getting ready for bed, we talked about the movie. After I brushed my teeth, I stripped down to my underwear and walked over to the dresser to get my pajamas. Ryan stood at the door watching me. "You know," he said, "for a little kid, you're not too bad." I smiled, then ran over and gave him a hug. He seemed a little weirded out at first, but then I felt him return the hug. I felt his hands slide down my bare back. He rubbed the small of my back and I felt his stomach against mine as he inhaled. He stepped back suddenly. "Okay, kid, enough with the sappy crap. Get dressed and get to bed." I laid in bed for a while, then got up and crept down the hall. The house was quiet. I expected Ryan would be watching a movie, but he was just laying on the couch. The back of the couch was nearest me so all I could see was Ryan's head laying on the arm of the couch and every so often what looked like his arm moving up and down. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but it seemed like he was enjoying it. I heard him moan softly a couple of times, then his armed seemed to move faster. I heard him whisper, "Oh, fuck!". His head tilted back for a moment, and then he seemed to relax. I was too young to understand about sex and jerking off, but a few years later, when I discovered it myself, I remembered that night and it made sense to me. It wasn't until a few months after my thirteenth birthday that I learned more about what was going on. By then, Ryan was seventeen and still shaggy-haired, still into muscle cars, rock and roll, and skateboarding, but now he was no longer an awkward kid. He was tall, tanned, and had a deep voice. He was sporting a thin mustache and goatee, and when he took his shirt off, I got to see a thin trail of hair that started between his pink nipples, and led down past his navel to under his waistband. Ryan had a new group of friends his own age that he regularly hung out with, but every once in a while, he'd stop by to play games or just hang out and talk about whatever. This particular night was another 'parents night out', only this time, Ryan wasn't there to babysit. He just figured we could hang out together as he had nothing better to do. We had supper and played a couple of games then sat down to watch a movie. "Hey do you remember the first time you babysat me?" I asked. "Hey, I'm not babysitting you. You're thirteen, you're practically a man." Ryan chuckled and elbowed me in the ribs making me laugh. There was a moment of silence before I said, "I saw you that night. On the couch. I mean, I didn't 'see' see you, but, I saw you." I looked over at him. "What do you mean?" he asked. "After I went to bed. I snuck out and saw you on the couch. It looked like you were... you know." I made a motion like I was jerking off. He shifted uncomfortably for a moment, but didn't say anything at first. Finally, he cleared his throat and said, "You, uh, you knew I was jerking off?" "I didn't know at the time, but now I do. I mean, now that I know what it is." "So, you know all about jerking off, huh? Stud like you, bet you do it all the time." I blushed, but smiled. "Can I tell you something? Promise you won't get mad?" "Mad? Why would I get mad? You're my bud, we've been friends forever." I stammered as I told him, "Sometimes, when I, you know," I made the jerking off movement again, "I think about you doing it that night." He sat up slightly and smiled. "Really? You fantasize about me while rubbing one out? Huh." I wasn't sure what to make of that. Was he weirded out? Embarrassed? "Can I tell you something, and promise YOU won't get mad?" he asked. I nodded. "That night, I mean, I was thirteen and everything made me horny, you know? Well, seeing you standing there in just your underwear, and then you came over and hugged me." It took me a moment to realize that he was saying he had jerked off because I had turned him on. I smiled at the thought. I'm not sure what possessed me to do it, but I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. I felt his semi-hard cock beneath the fabric of his shorts. He gently lifted his hips, pressing against my hand as I gently rubbed it. I looked at his face and saw that his eyes were closed. He was clearly enjoying it. Suddenly I felt his hand on mine. "Are you sure you want to go there?" he asked softly. I nodded yes. He turned around to look at the clock, checking to see what time it was. He sat up straight on the couch and told me to stand up. I did and he maneuvered me in front of him. He reached up his right hand and gently caressed my left cheek. My heart was pounding and my dick was starting to get hard. I had never experienced this type of feeling before and wanted more. He moved his hands to my waist and slid them under my shirt, slowly lifting it up. I could feel his hands sliding along my skin as he lifted my shirt up past my chest, my arm pits, and finally over my head. Ryan has seen me without a shirt before, any time we went swimming or if it was really hot out, but this time was different. This time it was just him and me. This time he allowed his hands to explore my torso, to rub my stomach, to play with my nipples. It felt like an electric shock running through my toes as he rubbed them between his thumb and forefingers. By now, my little cock was harder than it had ever been. He slowly moved his hands down to the waistband of my shorts. I ached to have him touch me more, but he stopped and looked intently into my eyes. "You understand that if we do this, there is no going back. We can't undo it. I need you to be sure that you want this." I thought for a moment. What would our relationship be like after this? Would it change for the better? Or, God forbid, worse? All I knew in that moment was that everything I had felt for Ryan over the years I now finally understood. It had started out as idolizing the coolest kid ever. It morphed into a friendship that grew closer over the years. Now, I wanted him as more than that. I reached up and touched his cheek as he had touched mine, then whispered, "I want this." He smiled, then pushed my shorts down past my knees and onto the floor. I now stood before him completely naked. His eyes roamed over my body and there was a look on his face that I didn't understand at the time. He rubbed the small patch of dark hair above my dick, then very lightly slid two fingers down my hard shaft. I was sure that I was going to cum right then. I was nervous, wondering what he would think. I mean, he was a man and I just a boy. He smiled as he slid the palm of his hand down the underside of my now completely hard cock, then gently rubbed my balls. "I think you are bigger than I was at your age." I smiled back, then reached forward to pull his shirt up. As I did, I ran my hands along his torso as he had mine. He lifted his arms so I could take his shirt off. The full patch of black hair under each armpit felt soft and I found myself completely turned on by it. I slid my hands down his chest, feeling his soft skin, the pounding of his heart. As I passed his nipples, I gave each one a quick squeeze. I was fascinated by the trail of hair running down his chest. I ran the back of my hand down, feeling the softness of it. Ryan inhaled deeply and moaned softly. Ryan sat back again and suddenly pushed his shorts down to his knees. I had seen plenty of dicks, but those were only on the internet. Now before me was an honest to goodness hard cock. I couldn't believe how big it looked, framed against a full bush of dark black hair. His two balls hung lose and low beneath. I reached down and wrapped my hand around Ryan's stiff cock. The shaft was hard and warm. I saw a small, wet drop appear through the slit of his cock and wiped my thumb over it. I brought my thumb to my tongue and slowly licked his pre-cum off my finger. Ryan stepped out of his shorts, leaving us both completely naked. He leaned forward and pulled the footstool closer, then propped his feet up on it. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me into his lap. As he did, I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. I was now basically laying on top of him, our cocks sandwiched between our nude bodies. I began to rub against him. It felt so damn good and a lot better than when I would hump my pillow. I felt his hands glide down my ass and a finger begin to probe my hole. I spread my legs, allowing his finger to slide inside me. As our bodies rubbed together, the sensation was incredible. The closer I came to orgasm, the faster I rubbed, the harder I pushed. I felt the familiar sensation in my cock and began to grunt. I laid my forehead against his and I could smell his breath as he began to pant, too. His head tilted back and our lips were mere centimeters away from each other. I couldn't resist and I pushed my lips against his, tasting his mouth. I thought he might resist, but instead he returned the kiss. A hard passionate kiss I had only seen in the movies. I knew Ryan was close to cumming when I felt him squeeze my ass hard. Suddenly, I felt his mouth on my neck, gently biting me. I couldn't stand it any longer. My dick exploded a load of cum between us. A moment later, Ryan's warm, milky goo was added. I could actually feel his cock throb as he shot three hot loads. The warm, wet sensation between our bodies was odd, yet intoxicating. I could smell a mixture of sweat and cum. For a moment, we continued to rub our bodies against each other, then began to slowly stop. We laid there, looking into each other's eyes. He leaned in again for another kiss, this one soft and sweet. I didn't want this moment to end. Eventually, our lips parted, and I laid my head against his chest. I breathed deeply the scent of our cum, his musky sweat. I listened to his breathing begin to slow. I felt the rise and fall of his chest, and the `Thump, thump, thump' of his heart, the gentle caress of his hand on my back. I am not sure how long we laid there, but I was sure at one point I dozed off. I felt so safe, so secure there in his embrace. I was suddenly, rudely awakened by an exclamation of, "Oh, shit! They're home." I looked out the window and through the lace curtain saw the lights of the car as it pulled into the driveway. "Get your clothes on fast!" We scrambled to get dressed quickly and Ryan pulled me into the bathroom where he ran a damp washcloth over my face and then his. We adjusted our hair and finally looked presentable just as the front door opened. "We're home!" my dad called. We walked casually down the hallway. "Devon was just showing me the baseball cards he got the other day," Ryan lied. After a few pleasantries, Ryan and his parents left and I headed to bed. I laid there thinking of everything that had happened and smiled as I drifted off to sleep. For a few months after that night, it was as if nothing had happened. I began to wonder if maybe Ryan had regretted what we did and whether we would ever be the same. Eventually, we talked and realized that he thought I was the one who regretted what happened. Over the next couple of years, we had several times when we would play together. We mostly stuck to handjobs and oral sex, sometimes even rubbing our bodies together like that first night. It wasn't until my seventeenth birthday that Ryan gave me the gift of my first time. I thought what we had done before was amazing, but making love to Ryan, seeing his face as I came inside him was more than I could ever imagine. I loved feeling him inside of me and the sensation as his cum exploded into my body. When I graduated and was accepted to a local college, my parents suggested I could save money by living at home. I casually suggested being roommates with Ryan. That way, I could have my independence, and they could have the peace of mind knowing that Ryan was keeping an eye on me. They agreed and Ryan and I became roommates. I had my own room, but it was strictly for appearances. I rarely slept there. About a year-and-a-half after moving in with Ryan, we separately came out to our families. They were a little surprised but supportive. Later, when we were all together, we broke the news that Ryan and I had started dating and were a couple. They asked how long we had been together, and we lied and told them we realized our feelings for each other a few months after I moved in with Ryan. No need to have them freaking out over the truth. So why am I taking the time to write this down? Well, there are two reasons. The first is for you, my dear readers. I hope you will enjoy reading this story as much as I have living it. And, truthfully, I like knowing that some of you will enjoy a fruitful, satisfying wank! Secondly, and most important, I am writing this down for Ryan. I always want him to remember the story of how we came to be, our `origin story' as it were. I plan on presenting this to him in a few weeks, privately of course. I think it will make for a wonderful wedding gift.