Before I get going into this story, I feel i should cover the background of my relationship with Ryan. Ryan and I have been friends for about a year and a half. It is amazing how he doesn't end up one of the popular ass's at my school, cuz he's a jock and he's hot. He dresses well on top of all that, but no, he's not a jerk, he's the nicest kid I know. At first I was intimidated by his beauty, but we clicked fast. With our relationship growing I soon discovered that I liked him. As we spent more time together I realized I didn't just like him, I loved him. I love his personality and his body and EVERYTHING about him. So this is my story about Ryan.
********************************************************************** The clock ticked tauntingly on the wall as my stomach lurched with anxiety and nervousness. I fiddled with my pen as the teacher wrapped up the last lesson of the day. I was amazed at how boring he could make the animal kingdom sound! His words were now being blocked from my head as I went over the far-fetched plan of the night. I had to build up the courage, I had to go through with it. Everything was set up perfectly. I talked my brother's friend into have him over for the night, and Ashley was going to be attending a party with her friends. My parent would be home, but they were quiet enough when I has friends over.
Tonight was the night. I had invited Ryan over for a movie, some pool and hopefully a round in the hot tub. I have secretly had a crush on him for about a month. Hopefully I could get him revved up about beating me in pool. Then, when I offered to go in the hot tub, I hoped he would say yes. To encourage him to want to go in the hot tub I would slip open the big glass door letting in cold air. My hope is that while we played our competitive game of pool, he will get cold, and his mind will get put into competitive mode. once in the hot tub I will try and start up some joking around. The first time he said something rude to me, I would jump at him and wrestle with his half naked body.
"Yes," I thought, "It will be perfect!"
Finally the bell rang in my ear. I rushed out of the room and headed towards my locker. I quickly tossed my books and binder into my backpack and headed off for the bus. i noticed perspiration leaking from my arms. Damn was I nervous! The whole way home I talked to my most trusted friend Erica about the ordeal of the night. She listened graciously, and never interrupted me. She knew me well enough to read that I was venting out my nerve racking sensation. When I got off the bus she gave me an encouraging smile and waved me off the bus.
Once home I had three long miserable, but busy hours until Ryan arrived. Everything was going great. Mom and Dad were in great moods and Chris and Ashley were off to their activities within the hour. I out on my hottest outfit; a black tight sweater and loose kaki pants. Then I plopped onto the couch and sat...waiting.
At precisely 6:01 the doorbell rang. I jumped up, splashed on a bit of calogne and skipped up the steps two at a time. I ran to the door, neatened my shirt and opened it up. There was Ryan, and in with the chilly evening air came his sweet masculine smell. Ahh I love that smell. I smiled and let him in.
"What's up?" he asked curiously
"Not too much. Just sitting and waiting."
I lead him downstairs to the entertainment system. I popped in the movie, but hit pause. I went over to the thermostat, noticing Ryan had on a sweatshirt, and pushed it up to 76*. I laughed at my plan, then hit play and settled down next to Ryan. I don't know why, but the whole movie his leg was brushing against mine, I liked it.
"Man I'm hot!" Ryan exclaimed after a hysterical laughing fit from a reticular line in the movie.
"I'll turn down the heat."
When I returned from my little task Ryan was about ready to pull off is outer shirt. I sat right next to him, and as he pulled the shirt over his head along with it came his under tank-top. It was raised all of the way to his pectorals. I stared at hid rock-hard abs that were covered in a light coating of sweat. They glistened in the well lit room and I longed to hold him. His pectorals were very tan and they were beaded with sweat, I wanted to suck his beautifully placed nipples, but I couldn't; he didn't know... yet. As I greedily watched he smiled lightly at me. I noticed this and nervously looked back at the screen.
Finally the credits of the flick rolled by, and i got up from my seat, stretching my arms. I got up and opened the big slider, as planned, and asked Ryan id wanted to play a game of pool. He agreed; he loves competition. I instructed him to "break" after I racked up the balls. He nailed the cue, and sent the balls bouncing off the walls of the pool table ricocheting some into the pockets. My mind fled from the game to the hot tub that waited outside. I was filled with nervous fear as the time approached. Finally the game drew to an end, and I noticed Ryan shiver in the corner. I plopped the last ball in declaring myself the winner.
"Ha!" I said
He replied by punching my arm, but playfully, and we laughed our way up the stairs.
"Why don't we go in the hot tub now?" I asked
He agreed and I showed him to the guest bathroom where he could change into his bathing suite. After I dressed I opened the door revealing Ryan with no shirt on. I took advantage of this and stood staring at him. His suit was pulled low and it revealed his wonderful six-pack all of the way down to it's end. I then gazed at his pecks which were covered in goose bumps. I had the urge to hold him and warm him up.
"We gonna go?" He asked
Suddenly I was whipped back into the real world.
"Yeah, you bet!" I responded
I flattened my bathing suite hoping I could keep the party in my pants at bay while we were in the hot tub. As I passed him to lead him out I purposely rubbed my arm against his smooth bare chest. Once outside I went to the tub and flipped open the lid. I only opened it halfway leaving us with less room, and we used the other half as a make-shift table laying our stuff on it. I slipped into the water after him letting it envelope me in warmth. I spent the next five minutes in LaLa Land gazing at Ryan's godly beauty. For some reason he didn't say anything or get weird, but he HAD to notice his body's attention. Soon I broke the silence.
"How'd you like getting beat for once HockeyJock?"
"I know, geeze," he responded, "for once, and by you! I couldn't believe it either!"
That was it. He set himself up. I knew by the tone of his voice and the smile on his face that he was joking, and so was I when I lunged at him. I wrapped my arms around his chest and attempted to flip him over my head. That moment seemed to last forever. our pecks touched lightly and his baby soft skin rubbed against mine. All the while warm pristine water cascaded down our bodies. But as quickly as the blissful moment began it ended. The beads of sweat wiped off his nipples as he spun around behind me and rested his arms on my chest. Then, with his chest against my back, he heaved. I felt it all, and I was on cloud Nine. His muscles tensed, I felt his pecks and stomach go hard as he pulled, and his legs grew to full potential. Then he lifted me from the water and slammed me right back into it. As I re-surfaced he was jumping after me. He landed on my back and pulled himself tightly to me. I spun around and now we were face-to-face. Our bodies were together as one and I lifted him from the water. While lifting him I made sure to rub his torso over my chest as he rose. Then, with his head above mine I fell backwards sending him face first into the water. He quickly recovered and flipped himself onto my back yet again. But I pulled up and put him in a nasty headlock. i was the clear winner, and he backed down.
"All right! All right!" he said, exhausted. "You win!"
"Hell Yes!" I exclaimed.
He splashed water at my face and softly punched my arm.
"Hey!," I exclaimed, "Didn't you go to Challenge Day?" Challenge day was a program that comes to my school once a year. It promotes love and peace. Ever since the event our school has been a haven for huggers. "Hugs, not pooches." I said quoting the director.
"How soon I forget!" He remarked. And to my surprise and nervous excitement he stood to hug me. I was so scared I put little into the hug and patted the back of his back.
"Don't you remember how they taught us to hug?" He asked sounded sarcastically upset.
I responded by pressing my body into his and I hugged and squeezed tightly for two brief moments wishing it would last forever. His smooth body swam over mine, and I made a damn circus tent out of my pants. We sat in the hot tub for about five more minutes and again I think he enjoyed the attention my eyes gave him as they ate him up. Periodically I lifted my leg and brushed it against his leg and he didn't protest.
We soon got out and toweled off, and yet again, I sat on the step and stared at him.
"Like what ya see?" He asked
I must have jumped a foot into the air at this. I quickly recovered with this weak statement:
"Ummmmm... No, um, you just seem very developed, muscularly, for 14."
"Hmm, I don't work out much, come here, you'll be over to tell."
Someone started throwing a party in my pants when I approached. He breathed deeply and flexed his pecks. He pointed and told me to touch. I reached out and ran my finger down it. I ran my finger over it several times until he withdrew. I shivered with pleasure at the close up with his chest.
By now I thought he had to surely know I was gay. I didn't want him to know after only one night, but how could he not. Were the things he was doing signals, or was he taunting me? I lead him back into the house, and I stepped into the messy bathroom, assuming he'd go change in the guest bathroom. Instead he stepped right into the bathroom I was in and closed the door behind him. he turned away into a corner and pulled of his bathing suit. He quickly wrapped the towel wound himself giving me a close look at his nice butt. He put the suit over his shoulder.
"Thought you'd want this, thanks for letting me borrow it." he said.
He turned to leave and fully dress and glanced at his shoulder waiting for me to take the suit. It lay on his left shoulder, and instead of grabbing it the way expected, I reached my arm under his arm, then reached up and across his chest, dragging it back across him rubbing my hand on him.
"Now I have to dry off again!" He said jokingly.
He walked out and I would have bet he was hard from all of the physical contact that occurred in one evening. I dressed and walked out.
Soon the heavenly night drew to an end. His mother's van bumped onto the driveway. In a last attempt at sending him a signal, I put my hand on his shoulder allowing my fingers to go into his shirt onto his chest.
"See ya" I said
"All right" he replied
He placed his hands on either side of my hip/stomach area and patted one side while he lightly squeezed the other.
"Bye" he said softly.
I watched him walk out the door, and after it was shut I sucked in the rest of his masculine sweet aroma. When it was gone I retreated to the couch on which I collapsed. The evening went better than I thought. It was a good Beginning.
Readers,
This story is fiction, but I must tell you that I plan on inviting Ryan over and seeing how things go. I plan on following the plan in the story, and I can only hope things go so well. Please email me with comments or encouragment.
Look for Chapter Two in the next couple of days!
Jim