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RYAN FIGURES IT OUT – 10
The spring prom was a big night for Kyle, only a few nights before he graduated. He'd been nominated for Prom King. He didn't win, but Ryan was proud of the picture in the newspaper of the whole prom court; Kyle was the best looking guy there. But it was a big night for Ryan, too. Rick had finally gotten a car and picked him up that evening. Ryan assumed they'd be going to some of the isolated spots they'd used before, but Rick said that before it got dark he wanted to show Ryan the house his folks were buying.
"They're renovating it now; that's why we can't move in for a while. Redoing the kitchen. Removing part of a wall to make the master bedroom larger; that will just leave the one bedroom upstairs. And they're fixing up the basement to be my room. It's taking forever!" He had a key, so he showed Ryan through the house. Ryan was impressed. The house smelled of wet plaster and fresh lumber.
When they went down into the basement, the walls weren't covered yet, but the ceiling was finished. A closet and the bathroom in the corner were framed in but didn't have walls, either. The high windows provided the only light. Rick showed him where he would put the furniture, including his entertainment center. Ryan realized that they were pretty well off to be able to afford all of it.
"And this is where my bed will be." He pulled Ryan to the empty spot, put his arms around him, and they kissed. "It's going to be a double bed. Part of it is for you, Ryan." They resumed their kiss, rocking their midsections together, each feeling the pressure of a hard cock. Rick pulled back enough to unbutton Ryan's shirt, caress his smooth chest, and then circle his arms around his back. When Ryan moved back a bit, he pulled Rick's t-shirt over his head and let his own shirt slide from his arms. They kissed again, chest to chest, their hands caressing their backs.
"Make love to me, Ryan," Rick whispered. "Right here. Where I want us to be one night soon."
Ryan's breath caught. He said 'make love,' Ryan thought. The first time he's ever said anything like that. He knelt in front of Rick and unfastened his jeans, pulling them down. He fondled the package in the soft cotton briefs and then sucked where the cockhead was outlined. Rick moaned; he placed both hands on Ryan's head and stroked his hair. Ryan sucked harder for a moment and then hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling the briefs down. As Ryan held them for him, Rick stepped out of his shoes, and his socks, briefs, and jeans quickly dropped to the floor next to his t-shirt.
Ryan looked up, his hands lightly stroking Rick's thighs. He leaned in so he could lick Rick's balls first and inhale that scent of sex he loved so much. He sucked gently on one ball while Rick's hard dick pressed against his cheek. They separated, and Rick grinned as he pulled some furniture packing mats over from a corner. Ryan grinned back as he stripped.
They lay on the mats for another of the 69 sessions they'd come to love. Ryan took both of Rick's asscheeks in his hands as he pulled Rick to him, immediately taking his cock into his mouth. He felt his own dick engulfed by the warm wetness of Rick's mouth. They sucked and licked for a while, and the unfinished concrete walls echoed the wet sounds of their sucking. Then Rick rolled over so he was on the top and Ryan on the bottom; they moved without losing the dicks they were eating.
Ryan sucked the cock in deeply; he'd learned something about that from Rick! Rick's balls were lying across his chin as he sucked for a while. Then he pulled himself back just a bit -- not so far that Rick couldn't continue sucking him -- and massaged Rick's asscheeks with both hands. He spread them apart and worked Rick's hole with his thumbs. Rick was moaning into Ryan's cock as he felt his hole manipulated. Ryan raised his head enough to watch the hole move, and then he licked it. He pressed his face in as much as he could; as he licked he inhaled Rick's scent, this time including some fragrant body wash he'd used on his asshole.
Finally, his own dick wet from both Rick's mouth and his own precum, Ryan slid out from between Rick's legs, and Rick lay on his belly. Ryan fingered the wet hole for a minute as he jerked his own cock to bring him more precum. Then he slid his wet cock into the hole waiting for him -- one long slow drive all the way down. Rick groaned as he was filled. After pumping with his hips a few times, Ryan raised up on his hands and feet, fucking in and out as though he were doing push-ups. Push-ups on Rick's ass. Push-up into his ass. Pumping his cock deeply into the pussyhole he'd gotten to know so well. It was slow, so slow his cock was almost in pain because of its need. He increased his pace, and Rick's moans became louder.
His push-ups came faster and faster until his arms couldn't take it anymore. He lay back down onto Rick and used his hips again, moving faster as his cock felt even larger, ever harder, even hotter... His arms shook; his thighs quivered; deep inside a pressure insisted on release... With a loud cry, Ryan shot the first of his cream into Rick's ass and pounded faster as he poured every drop he had into that deep, dark hole. When he finished, he collapsed on Rick.
When he rolled to the side, Rick raised himself enough to kiss Ryan, and they lay against each other quietly. Then Rick took Ryan's hand and guided it to his belly. Ryan felt the remainder of the sticky cum that Rick had shot while he was being fucked. "When you fucked along my nut in there," he whispered, "I thought I'd go crazy. And then I came, just when you started shooting into me. It was fantastic, Ryan." The paused a minute, then he said, "It always is."
Rick said he wanted to remember the first time they fucked each other in his new room and didn't want to wait for the bed. Ryan laughed. When Rick grinned back Ryan reached over and tickled him on his side, where he'd discovered that Rick was very sensitive. Rick screeched with high-pitched laughter and tried to roll away, but Ryan rolled on top of him and tickled both sides. Rick was giggling now, almost uncontrolably, and pushing at Ryan's hands. His laughter faded quickly, and they felt a rush of hot piss between them.
"Oo fuck," Rick moaned. Ryan was amazed at the amount of piss Rick was releasing, and he suddenly decided to do the same thing. He felt his dick turn warm, and then there was a second flow of water between them. They tightened their arms around each other and rolled over, still pissing. Ryan was now getting most of it on his belly, and it felt it flow down his sides, down onto his pissing dick, and down farther to his balls. The piss flow finally stopped, and the boys lay there silently, the scent of the piss still between their wet bodies filling the air.
Ryan wasn't sure how to react. It made him so horny to know they were both wet with their piss! Rick raised his head and gave Ryan a quick kiss on his lips. "See what you made me do," he grinned. "Even when I was a kid, too much tickling made me peepee." They giggled together, but then the movement of their piss-covered bellies, dicks and balls made them hard again. They humped slowly, listening to the wet, slippery sounds of their pee.
"We have to wash this piss off," Rick finally said. "We can't go home smelling like urinals!"
There was no water yet in the unfinished bathroom in the basement, so, still naked, they went up to the master bedroom. They stepped into a huge shower stall and turned on the water. There wasn't any soap, so they just used their hands on each other to rub the piss off and down the drain. Their dicks were hard. Rick turned Ryan to the wall and fingerfucked him with the warm water still flowing down Ryan's back. Then Rick stepped closer and pressed his hard dick at Ryan's hole. He fucked slowly inward, and Ryan's sigh of pleasure echoed around the bathroom. Ryan turned his head, and the boys kissed while Rick's hips moved in and out. As their kiss became more passionate, he pumped harder. He threw his head back and grunted loudly as he shot his cum deeply into Ryan.
They stood in the warm water, Rick's cock still in Ryan's ass. Ryan turned his head again, and they kissed slowly. Rick's dick slipped out, and he turned the water off. Only then did they realize there were no towels, so they had to try to wipe themselves dry with their hands. Rick had an idea and led Ryan back down into the basement. They used parts of the packing mats -- the parts not soaked with piss -- to wipe off. Rick said the piss would dry over the weekend, but he didn't know if the workmen would smell it when they came back on Monday. They had to leave, because it was getting dark, and as a safety precaution the electricity in the house had been turned off when the workmen weren't there. They were laughing again as they dressed.
As Rick was locking the door behind them, Ryan leaned in and said, "That fuck in the shower didn't count, you know. You still own me a fuck on your bed."
Kyle left for college in mid-August. Ryan and Rick wanted to have one last night with him -- sort of a going away party -- in Rick's new room, but the house wasn't ready yet. Their going away party was at the back of the cemetery, where they could get naked to enjoy the warm summer night -- and suck as much as they wanted to. Kyle jacked off as he watched Ryan fuck Ricks he was bent over the cemetery wall.
The house was finally finished, and Rick's family moved into it a only a few days before school would start. One night soon afterwards Ryan collected on the debt owed him. Ryan arrived for dinner, the first occasion he'd spent much time with Rick's parents; dinner was great, but the boys were eager to move downstairs, where Rick's folks throught they'd be watching movies all night. At the bottom of the stairs, they reached for each other and began one of the kisses Ryan loved so much. It was slow and deliberate, deep and wet. While they were kissing, Ryan took Rick's arm and moved it down until Rick's hand was on his ass. "You owe me a fuck on your bed, you know." Rick slipped his hand inside the back of Ryan's jeans, under the waistband of the briefs and slid his finger down into Ryan's warm, damp crack until he found his asshole.
Ryan whispered into his ear, "I want your cock really bad."
They walked to opposite sides of Rick's bed and stood watching each other strip. When they were completely naked, each stroked his own dick lightly while he looked the other over. Rick grinned and pointed behind Ryan, and Ryan turned to find a large full-length mirror behind him. "This way I can see your cock and your ass at the same time, lover-boy." Rick wiggled his finger, motioning Ryan to follow him. They went into Rick's bathroom.
Rick put his arms around Ryan's waist and looked him in the eye. "Let's shower," he said. "But first..." He hesitated. "You remember... When you tickled me..."
"And you pissed all over us," Ryan grinned. Then his grin slowly left his face. "You want to do it again... don't you? You want to peepee on me..."
"No," Rick said slowly. "I want both of us... to do it." He stopped. "It just felt so... warm and... intimate and..."
Ryan's dick had been hard as they stood together, but now it lurched between them. Ryan grinned. "And sexy," he finished for Rick.
Rick pulled Ryan into the shower. Ryan wasn't sure what to do, so he let Rick begin this new adventure. Rick stood back a bit and pointed his dick at Ryan. "It's naughty, isn't it?" he grinned.
"And sexy," Ryan grinned back.
Ryan watched the first brief dribble of piss fall out of the little hole in Rick's cock, and then suddenly the rush of a hard, steady stream. He watched it hit his inner thigh and felt the warmth spread over him as it flooded downward. He watched the stream move upward slowly until it was hitting his chest; the piss ran down now to wet and warm his pubes and dick. He suddenly wanted the rush of warm water to hit his nipples, and he stooped slightly so Rick could moved the stream even higher. Ryan gasped when the force of the hot spray hit one nipple and then the other. He sighed as the stream was flowing down, down to his dick and onto his balls, covering his sex with such an unbelievable sensation. Not warm water running over them, but warm piss, fresh from a boy's dick. When he realized Rick's piss flow was lessening, he lowered his hands to his thighs and pulled up as much of Rick's piss as he could to his nipples, washing them with his thumbs...
"My god, Rick!" Ryan stood with his mouth agape. "That was so fucking..."
"Sexy," Rick finished for him with a grin. "But now you owe me, lover boy. Wet me down good."
Ryan held his dick up and waited for his flow to begin. When he moved the stream, he watched the warm water run down Rick's legs, first one and then the other. He moved his stream up to Rick's chest and his nipples; he played it left and right from nipple to nipple. Then he lowered it again to thoroughly wash Rick's pubes, then his dick and balls. When he finished, Rick ran his hands over his piss-wet body and grinned.
"Fucking sexy," Ryan repeated. And they stepped together for a deep kiss, their piss-soaked bodies pressed tightly together.
After a quick shower, they returned to the bed, and Rick again pointed to the mirror behind Ryan. Ryan didn't look. It wasn't the boy in the mirror he wanted, but the one on the other side of the bed. They climbed onto the bed, their hard cocks bouncing, and met in the middle. They held each other as they kissed again, and Ryan pulled away only to lick at Rick's ear, around it and then into it.
"Ooooo fuck, Ryan..."
Ryan felt Rick's chest expand as he inhaled deeply for a long sigh.
"I'm so fucking glad we found each other," Rick said. "I was so afraid it would be forever before I found somebody to be with. And I want this so much."
They lay back onto the cool sheets on the bed. "I was waiting, too," Ryan said, "and I guess I didn't even know it. I can't tell you how hard it's been for me to admit to myself I'm gay, that what I want is so different than what... other guys want... what I'm supposed to want." He stroked Rick's chest. He kissed Rick's cheek. "There's no quesiton now. I know what I want. I think it's the same thing you want."
Rick rolled him over quickly and kissed a nipple. He licked it and then sucked, pulling it deeply into his mouth. "I want you." He kissed lightly down the center of Ryan's belly and licked in to his bellybutton. He rubbed his face over the pubes and licked at the base of Ryan's cock. Then he held it with one hand and licked it up and down, down and up, listening to Ryan's moans. He moved his tongue up and around the wet cockhead, loving the sweetness of Ryan's precum, and then he sucked it in. He nursed on the cockhead for a while and then slowly slid it deeper inside. When Ryan's cockhead was at the entrance to his throat he swallowed, and Ryan groaned loudly as he fucked his dick in and out.
"Awww god yeaaa..." Ryan held Rick's head with both hands and felt like his whole body was entering Rick's mouth. "Awww fuck take it deep deeeeeeep oooo..." The feeling... like he was being swallowed... all of him, his whole body, swallowed deeply into Rick... deep...
Then Ryan held still. He knew that Rick loved to work on the cock himself, loved to feel that he was giving all the pleasure to Ryan. Ryan curled his fingers through Rick's soft hair and watched his head move slowly up and down the stiff cock in his throat. The quiet, wet sounds of cock and mouth continued as Rick nursed on Ryan's dick. His tongue seldom left the soft surface of it, whether the cock was in or out of his mouth. Then Rick released it and let the hard cock slap against his face as he moved his tongue to the tender ballsac below. Ryan groaned and opened his legs wider, offering his sex to Rick.
After Rick had licked Ryan's balls for a while, he moved up a bit so he could lay his head on Ryan's stomach. He watched the wet cock only inches from his face as his fingers toyed with it, moving the soft skin of the shaft, rubbing his fingers over the spongy cockhead, and bouncing the cock against his fingers. "Your dick is really beautiful, Ryan," Rick said softly. "I love the feel of it. Almost like velvet against my fingers. And so warm." He traced the crown of the cockhead with one finger. "Is it possible that any guy -- even a straight guy -- doesn't know how beautiful a thing his dick is?"
"I remember playing with it when I was little," Ryan smiled. "In the bathtub. Even before it got hard. Such a little thing. But when I touched it, it felt so exciting." He moved his head so he could watch Rick play with his dick. "My peter," Ryan said. "That's what I called it. Well, to myself. I never said it out loud, of course. And it was mine and mine alone and nobody could make me stop playing with something that made me feel so good."
"Me," Rick said, still watching himself finger Ryan's hardon, "I loved to watch mine when I peed. Even when I was little I liked to spread my legs wide on the toilet so I could look down to watch it!" He chuckled. "I didn't know anything about sex -- not even what it was. All I knew was that I really loved my dick and what I could do with it. Then I got to playing with it all the time in bed and found out how great it felt when it was stiff."
"Yeah," Ryan grinned. "I wanted to tell every boy at school I could get a stiffie, too! I knew better than that, of course. I was afraid to talk about it at all. And when one of the boys would say something about a stiffie, it was all I could do to keep my mouth shut!" He remembered something he hadn't thought about in a long time. "One of the boys -- this was in the sixth grade -- liked to show his stiffie to anybody who wanted to see it. He'd pull it out in the boys' room and let guys watch him get it hard. And then he got caught doing it on the playground one day. He got sent to the principal's office, and his parents had to come get him. That convinced me for sure -- showing your peter to somebody was a bad thing to do. As much as I wanted to show mine or see somebody else's, I was afraid."
"What's a bad thing," Rick said, moving to rest on an elbow as he looked at Ryan, "is making boys feel like that, like their dicks are evil things, that a boy who likes his dick and plays with it is the most horrible person in the world." He ran his fingers lightly over Ryan's chest. "I knew I was a bad boy, Ryan. I knew for sure I was rotten inside because of what I liked to do with my dick. I grew up thinking of myself that way. Bad. Rotten."
Ryan raised his hand to Rick's face and stroked his cheek with his fingertips. "I know," he said sadly.
They were silent for a minute. "We're so much... alike," Rick said. "We share a lot, don't we? The good stuff and the bad stuff."
"I am so glad I have you to share it with, Rick," Ryan whispered.
Rick lowered his face, and their lips met gently. Rick lay his forehead on Ryan's shoulder a moment. He spoke quietly, and so close to Ryan's ear that Ryan could feel his breath there. "I love you, Ryan." He lay his head on Ryan's chest.
Ryan stroked Rick's hair for a moment. His voice had caught in his throat. "I love you, too, Rick," he said hoarsely. He swallowed and said it again, "I love you, too, Rick.
Rick raised his head. He saw the wetness in Ryan's eyes, and he felt it in his own. He lowered his face to Ryan again, and they kissed, wrapping their arms around each other. It was a kiss like no other they had shared. It was the kiss of young lovers who have just shared for the first time the deepest emotion anyone can feel. They relaxed together without speaking for a while. With their arms around each other, they shared the warmth of two teen boys each of whom could give what the other needed.
Their fingers slowly resumed their exploration of each other, and their breathing deepened. Clutching the hair on Ryan's head, Rick pulled his face to him and kissed his lips hard. Ryan opened his mouth and greedily sucked at the tongue that entered it. Rolling on top of his lover, Ryan pressed his body into him hard, rocking his hips as their cocks urged on their lust. Rick placed his hands on Ryan's ass cheeks and pulled them more tightly together; his fingers raced to the hole deep inside the crack and found it. The two forefingers toyed with Ryan's asshole, pulling it, turning it, opening and closing it, one entering it and then the other.
Ryan jerked his head back from Rick's lips and shoved himself onto one of the fingers in his hole. "Awww fuck my hole, Rick... give me your cock... fuck I want you inside so bad...!"
The boys changed positions quickly. On his back, Ryan watched; Rick spread his legs wide and then raised on of them over his shoulder. Rick sucked on two fingers for a moment and then rapidly located the pussy he wanted so badly. He shoved his fingers in. Ryan gasped as his ass felt the invasion almost without warning. Rick pulled the two fingers out and then shoved them in a second time.
Breathing with shallow breaths, Ryan gasped, "Fuck me Rick I want you I want you inside fuckme fuck me..."
Rick looked at the pussy his fingers had opened. He sucked on his fingers again and tasted the place where he wanted his cock to be. Still holding one of Ryan's legs high, he used his other hand to hold his cock at Ryan's entrance for only a moment, and then he shoved in hard. "Yeaaaa..." Rick's hoarse whisper became more breathy as he shoved his cock in deeper, opening the slick insides of his lover. Down to the bottom, down, deep, until his pubes were pressed tightly against Ryan's ass.
"Yes love me like that love me like that..." Ryan felt his gut suddenly filled with the heat and hardness of a cock. He was just as suddenly emptied as it pulled up, and then he gasped again as the cock was rammed inside. "O fuck yea o fuck yea..."
Rick watched as though he were somehow detacted. His deep red hard shaft pumped in and out of the hole that held it so tightly. He watched it move again and again, fuck in and out over and over. He watched the cock -- his cock -- invaded the pussyhole like it owned it, controlled it, like it belonged in there as deeply as it wanted to go, as hard and fast as it could move...
But Rick wanted to be in control. He didn't want to shoot his jizz too soon; he wanted to live inside that hot ass for a while. He closed his eyes and threw back his head as he deliberately slowed his attack on Ryan's ass. He listened as the wet sound of fucking gradually slowed and looked back down at his cock resumed a more gentle stroking of Ryan's pussy. Rick smiled to himself. Maybe the only think more beautiful than a cock, he thought, is a cock fucking the ass where it belongs. In and out, and with each stroke Rick was telling Ryan again how much he loved him. Fucking... in and out...
Ryan heard his breath slow as the cock in his ass slowed. He couldn't see the cock fucking him; he could only see Rick's face as he looked down at where his cock was fucking. Ryan watched the smile of deep contentment spread slowly over Rick's face. And Ryan began to push himself back into, onto, the cock entering him again and again. Each shove was a little harder than the one before; each push of himself onto the fucking cock brought another rush of passion for his lover, another and more urgent need to be filled by him.
They began to rock into each other. Lying on his back, Ryan couldn't move himself very much, but Rick responded to each motion with a deep thrust. Their breathing became louder until it becam low moans -- one boy giving his cock completely to the other, the other boy giving his ass fully to the other -- moaning as their need grew and grew. Ryan's groans were now forced out of him as Rick shoved his cock harder and harder into the tight ass. Rick's groans became grunts as his nut inside began to send its signals to his balls as his shaft harded impossibly more and his cockhead expanded with new heat and his juice sped from his insides up through his shaft out of his cockhead...
"AAhhhhhhheeeeeee... uuhhhhh uuhhhhh uuhhhhh..." Rick sounded as though he were in deep pain, such throes of pleasure, as his cum shot hard over and over into Ryan... "Eeeeeeeeehhhhh... eeehhhhhh..."
And his song was joined by the song of the boy he was lovefucking. "Mmmmmmmm...oooohhhhh..."
Until Rick was emptied completely. And Ryan was filled completely. Rick lowered himself onto Ryan, and they lay together. Gasping. Satisfied. Loving.