Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2000 12:32:00 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: Son of a Preacher Man - Chapter 6 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. I wish to extend my thank you to Ed for his editorial assistance with this chapter. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com. * * * * * * * * Son of a Preacher Man - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by billwstories Chapter 6 - The joys of Christmastime. January 2000 I got off the plane in St. Louis, walked through the corridors to the main terminal, and went to get my baggage. I took a cab from the airport to the bus station and caught the bus to the town where Ryan lived. When I got there, Ryan and his parents were waiting for me. Ryan ran over to me and we hugged each other energetically. We both wanted to do more, but it was a very public place and Ryan's parents were there. We loaded everything into their car and we rode to their house. Ryan and I sat in the back seat together, holding hands but doing it so his parents could see us. It was great just being together again. We had dinner at the house, shortly after I arrived, and then I explained to Ryan's parents that I was very tired from my trip and wanted to turn in for the evening. Ryan and I both said good night to his folks and we went up to his room. We cleaned up, went into Ryan's bedroom, and Ryan locked the door behind us. We stripped down to our underclothes and we began kissing each other like two men possessed. Our hands started roaming wildly over each other's bodies, trying to reacquaint ourselves with our lover's flesh and sensitive areas. We continued groping and kissing until we fell onto his bed, greedily trying to make up for lost time. I sat Ryan up and lifted his tee shirt over his head, briefly breaking our kiss. Then he did the same thing to me, until all we had on were our underpants. I pushed him back on the bed, slowly pulling his briefs over his already engorged cock, hardly able to contain myself until it popped free. I hesitated to admire him and noticed his faint tan line from the summer, his increased growth of pubic hair, and his beautiful boyhood, which seemed to have gotten a little bigger since I last saw him. While I paused to admire my lover, Ryan reached up and pulled my briefs down to my knees. We both kicked our underwear completely off, and then I bent over, laying on top of my gorgeous blond haired stud. I started kissing every inch of his head, especial his mouth, and then I worked my way down to his neck, licking and kissing the entire area where his jaw and neck unite. From there I moved on down to his nipples, and I flicked my tongue over the left one, causing it to go rigid, before I work my way across his chest to the one on the right. Then I ran my tongue down the center of his chest to his navel, letting my tongue dart in and out that small depression. I swirled my tongue up and around the opening, French kissing that small indentation on his body. Next, I worked my way down his right thigh, nibbling at the meaty flesh and bathing his skin with my saliva. I then moved over to his left thigh and did the same, working my way back up to his genitalia. I licked his scrotum and took one of his balls into my mouth. I swished it around, from side to side, and then I hummed softly on it, sending pleasurable vibrations through his testicles. After repeating my effort on his other nugget, I started to lick my way up his rigid shaft. I let my mouth muscle roam over his silky flesh and I followed the path of his veins up and around, until I reached the top of his pole. When I got to the tip, I ran my tongue all around his sensitive glans, and then I flicked my tongue at the small slit in the middle, which was pulsing open and shut with each beat of his heart. Now that I had Ryan squirming in delight below me, I parted my lips and wrapped my mouth around his woody and I slowly slid down the blood filled organ. I bobbed up and down on it a few more times and then I pulled off him. "Why did you stop?" Ryan wanted to know. "I want to try something I read about on the Internet. It's called a sixty-nine. I'm going to swing around and dangle my meat over your head, so we can do each other at the same time." "Why's it called a sixty-nine?" "Well, think about the numbers. The six and the nine look the same, only facing in opposite directions. That's what we're going to be doing now. We're the same, bent over crooked like the two numbers, and facing in the opposite direction, to give each other pleasure at the same time." Pleased with my answer, I swung around and we began to attack each other's member. It had been so long since either of us had been able to satisfy someone or be satisfied ourselves, that we sucked on one another like a blind calf that finally found its mother's tit. It wasn't long before we exploded into each other's mouth and we savored every morsel until it was gone. We gradually got up from that place, to which we had collapsed, and crawled under the bedding. We cuddled in each other's arms, kissed one last passionate kiss, and then we fell off into a blissful slumber. It would seem that we were both tired from the lack of sleep the previous night, caused by the anticipation of being together again. The next morning when we awoke, we decided to stay in bed and savor the warmth and tenderness of our embrace. After some time, we began a discussion. "So, Zach, have you made any friends at your new school?" "Actually, I guess you can say I have made one friend." "Male or Female? Young or Old?" "It's a boy, about our age." "Really? Is he good looking?" I wasn't sure, but I felt there had been something more behind Ryan's last question. I was determined to find out what was on his mind. "Not bad and I found out just before I came here that he's gay." "Oh, he's gay, huh," pausing briefly to gather his thoughts. "Have you done anything with him?" I began to realize where this was heading. Although I was bothered by his lack of faith in me, I was a bit amused by the fact that this was bothering him like this. "Am I detecting some jealousy here?" He paused, looking into my eyes. "Maybe. Well, have you?" "I'm flattered that you care so much about me, but you don't have to worry. He's a friend, nothing more. Just because he's gay doesn't mean I'd attack him or visa versa. You, of all people, should know that he would need a friend more than anyone else. Do you remember what it was like before we met and there was no one you could turn to for support? Do you remember wishing for someone you could just talk to about you feelings and emotions?" "Yes, I do. I'm sorry. I know I should trust you, but you're so far away and I worry that you'll find someone new." "Well, don't. I love you and no one else could ever compare to you or replace you in any way." Ryan blushed. "And you don't have to worry either." "I know. That's another reason why I love you." Ryan wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, snaking his tongue between my lips, seeking my own in return. After a minute or so, Ryan broke the kiss and we resumed our conversation. "How did you find out he was gay?" Ryan inquired. "I found this site on the Internet that has gay stories. I was reading a story in the computer lab when this kid came up behind me, without my noticing him. When he asked if I was reading Nifty, that's the name of this site, I thought I had been outed. I was scared to death and I bolted from there and he followed me. I really thought he followed me to beat me up. I was ready for a physical assault or verbal tongue lashing, but he shocked me and told me he was gay too." "Wow, that must have been scary." "Yeah, it was. Peter, that's his name, said that I was the only other person he knew that was gay or who knew that he was gay." "I guess he was glad that he saw what you were doing then." "You could say that. Anyway, we talked for a while and he asked me if I'd ever really done anything and I told him about us." You could see the blood rushing to Ryan's face. "He told me how lucky I was and he asked me if I'd be willing to show him some things." "He asked you WHAT? You told him NO, didn't you?" I could see that Ryan was very agitated by this revelation. "Actually, I told him I couldn't do anything unless you approved of it." "Why did you tell him that? Why didn't you just tell him no?" "Ryan, think about it. We have each other and this kid has no one. If he has to wait until he meets someone, who'd know how long that might take, and he'd be at a severe disadvantage and might get taken advantage of. He needs to learn some of the things that we've learned with each other. He needs someone to show him that it's okay and let him experience how good it can feel. If I do anything with him, it won't be because I love him, not like I love you, it would just be to help a friend grow and learn about himself." "Yeah and I know which part of him will be growing. You can help him, if you want, but then it will be over for us." "Then I won't do it and Peter will just have to understand." "You won't do it if I say no?" "No. I won't do anything that could cost me having you in my life." Ryan gazed into my face and then he started weeping. The tears streamed down his face and I tried desperately to determine if he was crying tears of sorrow or tears of joy. He answered my question when he leaned over and hugged me. "You know, you could have done anything you wanted to with him and I would never have known." "I know, but I would have known and I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you." "Then you didn't really want to?" "Not for me. I just considered helping Peter because he asked and he had no one else to turn to." "Now I'm beginning to feel guilty." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, you're only thinking of helping Peter and I'm only thinking of myself. I'm beginning to feel selfish." "Look, let's drop it. I told you that I wouldn't do it if you didn't agree to it and that's what I told Peter. You've said no, so it's no longer an option." "That's what I mean. I was worried I might lose you and, because of my fear, Peter does lose out. I can't hurt him because I'm insecure." I reflected over Ryan's last comment, trying to find an alternative that would leave no one feeling bad. "I've got an idea," I said grinning at my soul mate. "What if I were to tell Peter that he could come here with me next summer, if he bought his own ticket, and we could both teach him about being gay. Then you'll be there too, to make sure things don't get out of hand. That way he'd have two of us to confide in and to teach him what he needs to know." "It's a fine idea, but I trust you, Zach. You didn't have to tell me about Peter or ask me if you could help him, but you did. If that doesn't prove that I can trust you, I don't know what would. If Peter can't wait that long, then you have my permission to teach him whatever you think is necessary. I won't question what you do. Whether or not you actually do anything with him between now and then is up to the two of you. Regardless of what happens, you can still bring Peter next summer. I'll clear it with my parents. Seem fair to you?" "More than fair. I love you Rye." "I love you, too." Ryan and I went down to have breakfast and then we returned to his room. I had something else I wanted to teach him, something new that I found on the Internet while doing research for this visit. "Ryan. Where's your lube?" "It's in my dresser. I'll get it." Ryan ran over and retrieved the jar, then he returned to the bed and handed it to me. "What do you want me to do now?" "Just lay on the middle of the bed and I'll take care of everything else." Ryan lay on the bed and I moved over next to him. I started kissing him and diligently worked my way down his body, as I had done on previous occasions. I had scooped some lubricant out of the jar, before I had began to kiss my lover, and I started to work it into my rectum, greasing it and stretching it at the same time. I did all of that without Ryan noticing what I was doing. When I had worked my way down to Ryan's adorable 5" cut cock, I took it in my mouth and made sure he was fully aroused. When I was convinced that he was ready, I took another gob of petroleum jelly and smeared it up and down Ryan's shaft. When he was sufficiently lubricated, I straddled his chest and started him kissing him once more. "Ryan, I've wanted to do this for you since I first read about it. Just lay back, enjoy, and let me do all of the work." Ryan nodded, as I backed up a little, lifting my butt over his erect member. Grabbing his prick in my right hand, I lined up my chute with the head of his penis and then I slowly impaled myself upon it. There was a little resistance from my body at first, as Ryan's purple head pressed against my sphincter. It had been a while since we had done this and I wasn't as loose as I had previously been. Once the head entered, the rest slid in fairly easily. Ryan moaned, now deep in my boy cunt, and I could feel the intense heat from his throbbing member. I started with a slow rhythm, lifting my body up and down his shaft, slowly rotating my hips at the same moment. I felt a strong tingle each time Ryan's dick brushed against my prostate and it send waves of pleasure washing over my body. I tried to concentrate on tightening my rectal muscles on every upward thrust, increasing the friction on Ryan's fleshy tool. We were both doing a lot of moaning and groaning, as I increased the pace of my movements. Ryan was starting to whimper, little a small puppy when it wanted something, and this let me know that I was pleasing my lover. While I had been riding Ryan, I had also been stroking my own member. I could feel the pressure building deep within my loins and I knew that my own release was in sight. I hastened my humping movement on him, once more, wanting to bring Ryan off at as close to the same time as my own release. I felt his boyhood swell deep inside of my bowels and realized that he was nearly ready as well. A few more thrusts upon his prick and I felt him rocket his first load up my tunnel, followed closely behind by five more waves of semen. While his third burst was lining my intestines, my own tool twitched and jettisoned it first creamy strand out and over Ryan's head. I had four more powerful blasts, quickly following the first, and there was a long trail of boy jizz running from about a foot above Ryan's head and down to his navel. I was totally spent from the 'sexercise' and I tumbled onto the bed beside my satisfied lover. Once his chest stopped heaving, Ryan looked over at me and flashed me his patented grin. "That was the best sex yet. I've never felt such incredible pressure on my dick or have I ever shot such a huge load. Zach, you're awesome and I love you so much." "Thanks, Rye. It was one of those things I read about and I knew that I just had to do it with you. I figured that you'd like it." "Yeah, you really know me, don't you?" We just lay there, in the afterglow of our orgasms, for about another half an hour, before we got up and showered together. Later that afternoon we gave each other a hand job and then we gave each other a blowjob before we went to sleep. I guess the old saying is true, absence does make the hard-on grow fonder, or something like that. Ryan and I had a great time the next few days, cuming a minimum of four times each day. Everything was great and I was starting to regret that I would have to leave, when Ryan pulled out the surprise of the trip, our own personal New Year's Eve celebration. Ryan's parents were invited out to a big bash, being given by some of their friends. They left a little after six that night and said they wouldn't be back until two or three the next morning. I don't know when he had set up their dinning room for a romantic candlelight dinner for two, but it was all ready when the take out dinner, from one of the nicest restaurants in town, arrived. He had ordered us Caesar salad, filet mignon, baked potato with sour cream, broccoli in a cheese sauce, and chocolate mousse for desert. He even had a bottle of sweet wine, which he had talked his father into letting us have to celebrate the new year, my first taste of the vine. I couldn't believe that Ryan had gone to all that trouble and all the expense just for me. After dinner I led Rye to the bedroom for my farewell present. I placed both of my hands on the sides of his face and I moved my lips to meet his. I opened mine slightly, letting my tongue run across his two full, luscious, red lips. A thin opening appeared on his mouth, letting my tongue slip in and explored his teeth, his tongue, and the lining of his oral cavity. Ryan began sucking on my mouth muscle, like he had my other organ so many times before, and then our tongues began to parry with lust. I groaned as he worked on that moist projectile and I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I removed it from his body and pulled his tee shirt out of his waistband. I pulled his undershirt up and over his head, breaking our kiss only long enough to perform this simple task. Next, I unbuckled and unsnapped his trousers, then let my hands wander up and down his back until they slid under the elastic band of his briefs. I cupped his ass checks and pulled him tightly against me, and his dress pants slid over his hips and fell toward the floor. Now, it was Ryan's turn and he tenderly undressed me the same way I had disrobed him. We were now caressing and trying to suck out each other's tonsils, clad only in our briefs. Eventually we removed those as well and I led my lover to the bed and placed him with his head and chest on the pillow and his butt sticking up in the air. I moved around and positioned myself behind him, planning to give him his first ever rim job. I stuck my tongue out and ran it up and down his ass slit. Then I stuck it straight out, pressing at his cute, pink pucker, letting my wet muscle swirl up and around every smooth centimeter. When the area was completely wet, I gently forced my tongue into his chute before letting it slip in and out in rapid succession. Ryan gasped as my tongue first entered him and then he relaxed and enjoyed the sensation as I twirled my tongue around the velvety lining of his hole. When I felt he was sufficiently prepared, I grabbed the Vaseline jar and greased up my tool. I lined my stiffie up with his opening and began a gentle push against his rosebud. The head 'popped' in and Ryan moaned, not a moan of pain but one of pleasure. Having gotten assurances that he was fine, I continued plunging my hot rod in, inch by inch, until my boy hairs brushed his ass cheeks. Slowly I began stroking my penis in and out of his wonderfully tight hole, pulling back until only the head remained and the tenderly guiding it back into his tight boy pussy. I reached my right hand around his side and grasped his own rigid prick. I stroked his ass with my cock and his penis with my hand, I tried to maintain the same steady rhythm on both, gradually increasing the pace as we neared our joint climax. We brought in the New Year blowing our joint loads, mine up his ass and his all over his chest and bed. HAPPY NEW YEAR, RYAN! I LOVE YOU, MAN! * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com.