Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2004 23:48:50 -0400
From: Chris Scapes
Subject: Skateboarder Ryan (Part 9/?)

NOTE: This is a fictional work and is never going to happen. It's just
entertainment dude! Enjoy.

Skateboarder Ryan ( Part IX )
by: Chris Scapes

It was my brother's 13 birthday. That night he had a party and a couple of
his close friends decided to stay the night. Of course I didn't want to be
there and so I had made my own plans for the night. After a night of
partying at last it had gotten late and I returned home. The entire house
was quiet. I walked up to my room, opened the door, and threw my stuff down.
I pulled off all my clothes except for my boxers. At last I was ready for
bed. As I sat on the side of the bed, and thought for a second about how
soft the carpet felt on my tired feet. I slid between my sheets, snuggled up
with the comforter and fell fast asleep.

Not long after I drifted away, my dreams were interrupted. Someone had
turned on the light next to my bed. I let out a yawn and rubbed the sleep
from my eyes to find Ryan standing there. He was dressed for bed. He was
wearing a dark gray pair of jogging paints, white socks, and one of those
tight muscle shirts. In one hand he carried one his pillows. Ryan looked at
me with wide eyes. With a pouty look on his face, Ryan was not subtle about
sticking out his bottom lip. He didn't even have to say anything. I knew he
wanted to sleep with me. I grunted like I was being disturbed and thew aside
my sheets.

"Alright, man. Just get in and let me sleep!" Ryan flashed me with one of
those ear to ear grins as he jumped into the bed and snuggled up to me.
"What are you gonna say if we get caught", I mumbled, half-awake. It was
cute how Ryan whispered that to me under the covers.

"I don't know and I don't care", he said.

Ryan laid close to me. I made sure the covers wrapped us tightly. We both
laid on our side so that my belly pressed against his back. I wrapped my leg
around his legs and pulled him against me. His soft jogging pants were
comfortable on my skin. With one hand, I ran my fingertips through his hair.
My other hand slid under his arm and wrapped around his chest. Ryan was
trapped ever so tightly by my hug. The warmth of his body and my own was
trapped by the bedding. I could smell him next to me and feel every twitch
his body made. When I finally felt like Ryan was content, I gave him a peck
on the cheek. Ryan smiled but never opened his eyes. His long eyelashes
never left his cheek. He was trying to fall asleep.

It wasn't much later that Ryan, still unable to sleep, began to wiggle
around in my arms. It got to the point where I couldn't ignore it anymore.

"What's the matter guy?" I let him roll onto his back. Ryan only stared at
the ceiling and sighed. "Come on man. You know if something's wrong, you can
tell me."

"Sometimes I think about us."

"Yeah, me too Ryan. I think about us all the time."

"No. I mean in a bad way."

"A bad way?" At that point, I sat up in the bed. I felt a sinking feeling in
my chest. What was he thinking? Why was he thinking this? What did I do? I
was scared. A million things ran through my mind before he spoke again.

"We never do anything. You know around other people. We're always alone. I
mean I love being alone with you Chris. But I love you too. And I want to be
able to show you off to my friends. Hang out with you. You know like people
who love each other do. Like friends. You're like my best friend too Chris.
I just wanna be around you more. You know what I mean."

"Yeah I know what you mean but you gotta remember that..."

"Chris. You gotta remember that you're special to me. I need it and I'm
surprised you don't agree with me." Wow. I couldn't believe it. Ryan was
much more mature than I ever gave him credit for. At the same time, I
wondered if he realized what he was saying. The two of us hanging out
together might seem strange to other people. But what could I do?

"Ryan. Suppose people start asking why we're hanging out together? I mean,
obviously I'm old enough to be your brother."

"Yeah, so I tell people you're my brother. You know, if you weren't so hot,
I'd wish you were my brother."

"Damn it Ryan. Why did you have to say that? First you tell me you're hurt,
and that hurts me. Then, you tell me how much you like me and I feel good.
You're like a freaking roller coaster or something."

"So then, what's the deal?"

"Well." Ryan's eyes grew large. He propped himself up on his elbows and hung
off my next word. "Well if it's important to you Rye, it's important to me
too."

"Oh Chris!" He jumped up from the bed and bear hugged me. In fact, he leaned
into me and I fell back on the bed, he on top of me. He stroked my hair and
looked into my eyes. "Chris, you are awesome! I can't wait." Before I could
say anything, Ryan started stroking my hair and kissing me on the lips.

"But dude." I interrupted. "It's not like we can go around holding hands in
public and stuff like that. We just can't do that."

"That's not what it's about Chris. That's not it. So what are we gonna do
first?"

"Um ... ah ... well..."

"Exactly! That's just what I had in mind!" I blushed and Ryan started
kissing me again. He laid on the bed next to me again. Ryan used his feet to
rub my legs and play with my own feet. His kissing became more intense then
ever. His hands held one of my own and played with my fingers. The softness
of his palms compared to nothing else. Oh, his hands. One hand ran over my
chest and he played with my nipples. The other traveled down my arm and to
my thigh where he began to play with my boxers. The tent in my boxers was
obvious. Ryan grabbed my balls and squeezed them once. I let out a shudder
and he smiled before lying back on the bed. Ryan had stopped suddenly and I
noticed that he still had a troubled look on his face.

"Ryan, what's wrong? Is there something else bothering you?"

"I'm just having trouble sleeping. The coach was really pushing hard today
and I was skating hard the day before. I just hurt all over."

"Awww, I'm sorry guy."

"Thanks but what can you do?"

"Well, I can try to make it feel better." Like night and day, I saw an
instant change in Ryan's attitude. He had a look of hope now. I wanted to
sleep but making Ryan happy seemed more important to me. He continued to lie
in the bed as I pulled the covers off of him. I started at his feet. I knew
Ryan would like that. I massaged them with my tightest grip, pressing my
thumbs deep into his arch. Ryan closed his eyes and breathed deeply. I
continued to massage his feet until they felt relaxed. At that point, I
pulled off his sock and kissed the arch of his foot. Ryan curled his toes
and giggled so I did the same to his other foot.

Once that was finished, my hand slid up his legs, squeezing and rubbing.
Ryan twitched on the bed and mumbled under his voice things like, `that's
the spot' and `a little harder there'. In between where sighs of relief. I
loved getting this reaction out of him. It made me tingly on the inside. It
was the kind of feeling that made me fall in love with Ryan in the first
place.

When I was finished with the front of his legs, I told Ryan to roll onto his
belly. He quickly obliged. This time I started at the back of his thigh and
moved downward. Ryan was so tense it surprised me. Lower and lower I moved
rubbing and kneading his taunt muscles. When I made it to his feet again, I
tickled them lightly. Ryan buried his face in the pillow to stifle his
laughter. When it became too much to bear, Ryan pulled his feet away and I
got the message to stop.

I moved to his shoulders. The tension ran throughout his body. I massaged
his shoulders. Then I pulled his wife beater off, revealing his tight back.
I took my knuckles and pressed them into his back. Ryan was like putty in my
hands. He began squirming and whining like a puppy dog. I moved down his
back until I got to his butt. I grabbed his jogging pants and underwear and
pulled them all the way down past his butt. My hand traveled over his butt
cheek, noting the tight curvature and softness. His body was perfect. His
skin was soft. I didn't want to ever stop touching him. Ryan rolled over.

"Thanks Chris. Now there's just one more part of my body feeling a little
stiff." When Ryan turned over, his erection stuck up as hard as a rock.
Lying in my bed while I watched, Ryan began fondling it. I quickly jumped on
top of him pressed it into his belly.

"Sorry bud but that will have to wait for another time. I'm totally
exhausted."

"Thanks anyway Chris. I feel much better now. I better get back before
anyone notices I was gone."

"Oh man. I forgot you can't stay here." I replied with disappointment.

"Sorry Chris. You know I gotta go back. I'll make it up to you later. You're
awesome." And with that, Ryan left my bedroom. I jumped into the bed where
he was lying. It was still warm and still smelled like him, especially the
pillow. I laid in bed the rest of the night thinking about him before I fell
asleep. And you know what, I dreamed about him too.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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