Date: Thu, 18 Jun 2009 21:22:18 -0700 From: J. A. Subject: Ryan Little This is a true story from my youth. The usual disclaimers apply. If you like this story, or had similar experiences, e-mail me! The Summer I turned thirteen was the most sexually adventurous period of my life. I had been introduced to mutual masturbation by my twelve-year-old cousin, and a few weeks later, I was introduced to the joys of sucking and being sucked by my friend Justin. Both boys were straight, and the pleasures of boy-boy sex was just a phase they went through until they were old enough to date girls. It wasn't until I started hanging around with Ryan that I found someone who enjoyed a boy's body for its own sake, someone who was as horny for young cock as I was. Ryan Little was the tallest twelve-year-old in school. We used to tease him about his last name. He came from tall stock, both his father and mother being over six feet tall. Ryan would be going into seventh grade in the fall, and I would be going into eighth, and even though he was two inches taller than me (and I was pretty tall for a thirteen year old at five foot five inches), he was lower in the social pecking order. I wouldn't have thought to invite him over to swim in my family's recently completed above-ground pool, but one day my mom told me that he would be staying with us for five days while his parents were out of town. My mother knew his parents from church, and it was not uncommon for such arrangements to be made. At first I wasn't too keen on the idea, as Ryan was several months younger than me, and he was pretty cocky. Ryan had a mean jump-shot and was already practicing with the eighth and ninth graders on the basketball team at our school, and I guess that made him feel cool. Of course, I had no say in his staying with us, so I kept my mouth shut. Ryan arrived on a Thursday afternoon with a duffel bag in hand. Almost immediately my mother suggested that we go swimming. My eight year old brother and I changed into our swim trunks in our shared bedroom, like we always did, but Ryan went into the bathroom to change. I was a little disappointed, as I was trying to see as many boys as possible naked that summer. Ryan came out of the bathroom wearing a t-shirt and a pair of what looked like last-year's swim trunks. They were tight and quite short, and his long legs made them appear even smaller. His basketball shorts had caused his legs to tan to a point a couple inches below the swim trunk legs, so he had white bands around each leg where his tan and swimsuit didn't meet. I didn't say anything about it, and I don't think my brother even noticed. But I could see what appeared to be a nice sized bulge at the front of the faded dark blue trunks. I had just started noticing boys' packages, wanting to determine the size and maturity of my friends and acquaintances. At 12 or 13, the range of sizes and hairiness of boys' cocks is quite diverse. Ryan's cock looked pretty big to me, and appeared to point down the left leg of his swim trunks. Up to that point, I had never thought of Ryan in a sexual way. He was cute enough: slim and tall with tanned legs and arms and sandy blond hair that hung over his eyes a bit. His best feature was his lips, which were full and large, almost like a girl's. But seeing Ryan in his tight swimsuit brought up lustful feelings in me. I had to figure out a way to see him naked, and hopefully even fool around with him, if I could possibly make that happen. Unfortunately, that day, with my younger brother in the pool with us, that would be all but impossible. I did get to admire Ryan's great body as we swam and dived. He had a nice chest and abs. His arms, shoulders and neck were tan from playing basketball outdoors, but his front and back were lighter, like he was wearing a basketball jersey or tank top. The back of his neck was quite tan, highlighting a little trail of blond hairs that ran from his nape down toward his back. We swam and roughhoused, but no opportunity to advance our relationship presented itself that day. After swimming, Ryan again changed in the bathroom. I was frustrated and horny. Fortunately, the next day, my luck would change. My brother had a little league practice that afternoon, so Ryan and I would be home alone. As soon as my mom and siblings left the house, I suggested we go swimming. I pulled my shorts and underwear right down and off in the middle of my bedroom and rifled through my drawer for a pair of swim trunks, wearing just my t-shirt. Ryan tried to look nonchalant about it, but I could tell he was curious. After a few seconds Ryan left and went into the bathroom to change. I was wondering if he'd ever get my signals! Out back in the pool, we swam and horseplayed like usual. The pool had been built in a small fenced area behind our garage that had once been used for line-drying clothes, and was totally private from the street and the rest of our yard. This had given me the opportunity a couple weeks earlier to start fooling around with my 13-year-old friend Justin, and I hoped fate would strike again. With those sexual adventures fresh in my mind, I made a bold step. "Do you want to go skinny dipping?" I suggested. "Justin and I do it sometimes." "O.K!" Ryan said. He sounded excited about it... Not wanting him to change his mind, I quickly untied my trunks and pulled them off. I held them up so Ryan could see that I was naked under the water, then placed them on the edge of the pool in case someone showed up unexpectedly. Ryan didn't hesitate at all, and quickly pulled his trunks off, too. He set them beside mine. We whooped and splashed and enjoyed being naked. I loved the feeling of swimming without trunks, and I was pretty sure Ryan liked it too. I had a little bit of an erection, but was bold enough to get onto the platform and jump into the pool, but Ryan wouldn't get out, even when I prodded him. I could sort of see his cock underwater, but not too clearly, because the poolwater was constantly churning. I wanted to know how big he was, and whether he had any hair. "Let's play Marco Polo!" I suggested. I thought it might be an opportunity to touch him. We started the game -- it's a pretty dumb game for two people to play, but nevertheless, it afforded me the opportunity to swing my arms around and try to touch him. But that didn't work too well. I tapped him on the shoulder and arm a couple times, but no real skin to skin contact resulted. Then, out of the blue, Ryan said "Do you want to touch our butts together underwater?" I didn't yell "Of course I do, you numbskull!" but I thought it. I mildly replied "sure." We sort of backed up to each other and our asses touched. It felt really good, actually. His butt was sort of slippery under water, but was warm enough despite the pool water to give me a full hard on. We stood back to back and pushed our asses together. Then Ryan reached around behind himself, grabbed my hips and pulled me more tightly against him. He started grinding our asses. I reached around and grabbed his hips as well. I had a raging boner by this time and was curious about his penis. I threw caution to the wind and reached for his cock. As soon as I touched it I knew he was hard. He jumped with surprise, but didn't pull away. I rubbed my hand up and down the length of it, but it was a bit of a stretch in the position we were in. It felt big - maybe bigger than mine. I rotated so my front was touching Ryan's back. My hard cock pressed against his ass crack and pointed up. It was easier to reach around him this way, and I could look over his shoulder to see what was going on down there. After a little rubbing, Ryan turned to face me and we ground our cocks together a bit. I was filled with the overwhelming desire to kiss him, but that would have been out of the question. After a couple minutes, I suggested we go to my room "to change." In the room I finally got to see his cock close up. He was bigger than me, and had a tiny bit of hair. His cock was long and skinny, like him. We ended up giving each other blow jobs that day after I told Ryan that Justin and I had done it. When I was blowing Ryan, he actually came really fast. I pulled his cock out of my mouth just in time to avoid getting a mouthload (I still didn't know you could eat it) and pointed his cock at his stomach. He came a lot for a 12 year old, and it was already white and pretty thick. He used his pool towel to wipe it off. Ryan sucked my cock a bit and then jacked me manually. I spewed cum on Ryan's neck and chest as he knelt in front of the bed where I was sitting open legged. He didn't seem to mind at all. Justin had not been a fan of cum, and was pretty quick to wipe it off if any got on his hand when he was jacking me, but Ryan seemed much more comfortable with it. Ryan stayed for three more days, and we found the opportunity to fool around as much as we could. Like me, Ryan was from a strict Mormon Family, but he seemed to have not the slightest whiff of guilt related to what we were doing. I felt guilty almost every time we finished fooling around, and worried that I was gay, that I was sinning, and that I would have to confess to the Bishop about what we were doing. After that, Ryan came over two or three times a week to go swimming, usually coordinated with the days I'd be home alone. We always fooled around afterwards. One day after swimming, when we had just pulled our trunks off in my bedroom and were standing naked with hard-ons, Ryan told me to lie down on the bed on my stomach. I wasn't sure what Ryan was up to, but the idea excited me, so I lied down. I felt Ryan's hard cock rubbing on the bottom of my foot. Then he rubbed it on my calf, the hollow on the back of my knee, then my thigh. I don't exactly know where he got the idea to do this, but it was really hot. At the time I didn't know it, but now I think it was just a pretense to get his cock near my ass. Finally, when he got to my ass, he stuck his hard cock in the crack and rubbed it back and forth. "You know how guys talk about butt-fucking?" he asked. "I want to try it." I had never seen any pictures or read any descriptions of what "butt-fucking" actually was. For some reason, I knew that it involved going up the asshole, (I might have learned that from a dirty joke) but that was the extent of my knowledge. I agreed to let Ryan try. He pushed his cock-head against my tight ass, but my sphincter was like Fort Knox, and despite a few minutes of him prodding and poking, and me switching positions a few times, we were unsuccessful. He invited me to try it on him, and the results were similar. Ryan told me to lie down again, and he continued his full body fuck. He poked his cock in and out of my armpit and I laughed, both because it was absurd and because it tickled. Finally when he got to my face, I told him he had to wash his cock or I wouldn't give him a blowjob! Ryan was sexually adventurous and I'm pretty sure he was gay. He was always up for anything sexual at almost any time, and was constantly thinking of new things we could try. Ryan was continually trying to talk me into involving other people in our games, including my younger brother, but I was against it. We tried anal sex a couple more times, but were always unsuccessful. We didn't know anything about lube. I remember looking at my stool once after going to the bathroom and thinking it was larger than Ryan's cock, so why couldn't he get his cock up there! Ryan finally swallowed my cum after giving me a blow job. I was really surprised and asked him how it was. He said someone had told him that women swallowed men's cum when they got blowjobs, so he knew it was safe. I knew what cum tasted like from Ryan's leaky cock, but the idea that he had just downed an entire load both grossed me out and intrigued me. I had already blown Ryan that time, but the next time we were together I agreed to swallow his cum. I really liked it and we would usually end our sessions by cumming in each other's mouths after that. Ryan was obsessed with us cumming at the same time, and was obsessed with us cumming in each other's mouths at the same time when we were doing 69, It never quite worked out, but it was fun trying, both holding back and letting loose in the attempt to get our orgasms to coincide. Strangely, even though we fooled around for a couple months, we had still never kissed. I wanted to, especially when we were lying face to face grinding our cocks together, but was afraid of seeming gay(!). It was adventurous Ryan who finally made the move. I felt really guilty after that session, because I was sure I was now fully gay, but kissing became a regular part of our lovemaking. During the middle of 8th grade my parents wanderlust set in and we moved again. I had already attended 4 different elementary schools, and this move would put me in my second Junior High School. I was bummed about not being able to fool around with Ryan, but I was not in love with him, so the move didn't seem like that big a deal. Had I known that I'd be entering a long dry stretch, and not have sex with another boy until I was a Senior in High School, I might have been more upset.