Loving Spencer

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~Ryan's Random Talking Section!~

Almost immediately after writing the 3rd chapter, my inbox was flooded with mail. I read every single one and replied to them, and that just inspiried me to write this 4th chapter. People have asked me why I wrote this, or what inspired me, and at first it started as boredom. Just something to do. And then I realized that I could work my own problems with relationships into the story. So that's what this all is. In a different way.

~On the last Chapter of Loving Spencer~

It was Spencer's day of tryouts for baseball. Ryan picks him up, and notices that he's pretty upset. Ryan tries to soothe his anger, but just gets snapped at by Spencer. This, surprising Ryan, seems to leave Spencer in an even worse mood. After the tryouts, Ryan talks to Spencer to see what made him so angry. Spencer is beginning to have second thoughts about being gay with Ryan. Feeling relieved, Ryan just explains that it isn't wrong, if they both feel right. They quickly make up and take the long way home.

Loving Spencer, Chapter 4

Spencer interlaces his fingers into mine as we take a slow little ride around the neighborhood. The car begins to stink of sweat, but I don't mind. We both feel more relaxed after our little argument, especially because we were able to get over it so quickly. Minutes pass by as we just ride around. I look at the clock and notice that we've been driving for a good hour.

"Spence," I say, using his nickname used ever so casually around him and his mother, "I'll be honest, you smell!"

"Oh, thanks!" He says with a giggle.

"Come on babe, lets go get you a shower." I reply with a wink.

Spencer shifts around a little bit, grabbing at the obvious bulge in his baseball pants. He giggles a bit more, obviously seeming excited. I accellerate the car, wanting to jump into the warm water with this boy. I drive down a few streets, and finally pull into the garage. We both leap out of the car and walk into the house, expecting my mom to greet us with the usual smile. Instead, there's a sticky note on the counter. 'Ryan, went to the store. I'll be back around 6. Love, Mom.' Perfect, I think to myself. Spencer picks up the note, and I get behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him into my chest for a loving embrace. He reads it, and looks at me with the cutest, most devilish look on his face. He gives me a small peck on the lips before breaking away and running to the stairs. I laugh and begin to chase him upstairs. He runs into my room and turns on the water for the shower. Before stripping I turn it off.

"Hmm?" He asks, looking a little worried.

I pull him into me and wrap my arms around his waist yet again, this time looking into his eyes. "How about a bath instead?"

I feel his cock tense up in his shorts against mine, and I switch the setting from 'Shower' to 'Bath'. I turn the water on, and rub his shirted chest while the tub begins to fill. I unbutton each button one by one until it's all the way down. I take a good, hard look at his smooth, slightly muscled body. He turns away a little, blushing a deep red. I almost cum in my pants seeing him, my cute little boyfriend. I move down to his shoes, unlacing them and removing them and his socks. I move my hands slowly up his legs to his waistline. I rub his bulge, getting slight moans in response. I unbutton the button, and slide down his zipper. I tug down on his white baseball pants, seeing him only in red boxers, an obvious tent popping out. I quickly remove his boxers to be exposed to his beautiful 6 inch dick with a little bit of brown pubes at the base. I start to jack it off, but he stops my hand. I look at him, hungry for more.

"Hey, you aren't going to bathe in your clothes are you?" He asks.

I laugh as he removes my T. He kisses me, moving slowly down. He licks and pinches my nipples, then runs his tongue down my abs. He reaches the wasteline of my pants, and swiftly removes them with my shoes, boxers, and socks. I stand there in front of him nude, getting the same look as I did when he first saw me naked. Astonishment.

"What?" I ask, hoping he isn't afraid of me.

"Well...it's still big!" He says, looking down at his smaller member. "I'd never get to your size!"

"It's only two inches bigger, many guys my age are that size."

"I hope I will..." he says with a sigh.

"If it doesn't I still love you anyway. I always will." I reply with a kiss.

He instantly relaxes, and turns off the water. I step into the hot water, and lie down, beckoning him to join me. He slowly steps in and lies down on top of me, resting his beautiful body on top of mine, resting his head next to mine. I look deep into his green eyes, as he looks into mine. Unconciously, while lost in his eyes, I rub his body up and down, allowing my fingers to explore. I look down at his cock, with slight precum leaking out of it. I have him sit up as I wash him, gently rubbing the soap over his muscular chest and abs and down his back. I begin to massage soap into his hair, and help him rinse it off. He looks at me, obviously desperate for something. I smile at him, knowing what he needs. I kiss him, slowly adding tongue over time. At first, Spencer hesitates, but soon enough our tongues and fighting wars against each other. I break the kiss and lie him down, and begin moving my hands down from his beautiful face to his chest. I rub his nipples until they immediately poke up, and continue to move down. I begin to rub his dick up and down, getting immediate moans. I slowly move down to it, extending my tongue to the head.

I run my tongue in circular motions around his beautiful cock, flicking my tongue here and there, watching him slither around in enjoyment. I slowly enter the head into my mouth and move down until I have his whole member engulfed into my mouth. I begin to move up and down, applying suction. I keep a steady up-down movement, then decide to make a new move. I move my finger towards his ass. I stop sucking to watch him. I press the tip of my finger against his anus, and he jumps a little.

"What are you doing?!" He asks, sounding worried but aroused.

"I was going to finger you...most gay couples do stuff like that." I say in an informing tone.

"Is it...going to hurt?" He asks, his eyes full of wonder.

"I'll go slow, and if it hurts too much to bear, just tell me." I say with a smile.

"Alright..." he says, still sounding a little worried. "I trust you."

I continue to add pressure to his tight asshole, until my finger slips in. He gasps loudly as I continue to push in. I get my entire finger into him, and look deep into his eyes, waiting for a response. He looks at me like a deer in headlights, but slowly begins to relax. He starts to utter light moans as I begin to move in and out of his tight ass. I pick up the pace, and know that he's near. I yet again take in his entire dick and begin to suck. He gasps and yells,

"Oh Ryan! God don't stop!" He screams at the top of his lungs; loud enough that the neighbors might hear. I continue to bob up and down, and his ass tightens, balls clench up, and penis expands. He shoots hot load after load down my throat, which I gladly take. I swallow spurt after spurt of his thick cum, wanting more when he's finished. He slowly begins to soften up, and seems out of breath. I squeeze in next to him, and just hold him. My boner pokes into his leg, wanting attention, but Spencer is much more important. He seems to know exactly what is needed, and sits up moving himself down to my waist. Quickly he attempts to take it all in, yet again gagging.

Confused, he says, "I need to learn how you take it all in..."

I laugh and ruffle his hair. He smiles and slowly licks my throbbing cock. I know that I wont take long to burst, but I just lie back and enjoy the feelings. He takes in about 4 inches of my cock, and adds suction. I try to stop myself from shoving his face into my dick, to just let him experiment. I grasp the sides of the bathtub, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I climax into his open mouth. He seems to swallow most of my cum, but still coughs on some of the impact. He washes his face in the now lukewarm bath water. I smile and him and we both get out of the tub. We dry off and Spencer looks at himself in the mirror. I walk up behind him and hold him close, with my hands around his waist.

"We're perfect..." he says.

"Yes...we're meant to be."

[To be Continued...]