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RYAN FIGURES IT OUT – 11
Ryan continued to be a good student, focusing in his junior year especially on his English and speech courses. He and Rick continued to have frequent sleepovers in Rick's new room, and Ryan realized they were coming to be very close. Ryan was finally talked into taking a small part in the school play, and he convinced Rick to volunteer to work with the stage crew. Rick, who had transfered into Springfield High as a senior, wasn't sure he'd fit in with so many students he didn't know yet; one of Ryan's selling points was the time they could spend together after those rehearsals were over. It wasn't long before Rick realized he fit in very well.
Ryan was surprised later in the fall when he was designated Springfield High's delegate to a weeklong leadership conference to be held in January. It was held on the campus of a large university, using a former dorm to house participants. It would be the first time Ryan had spent any length of time away from home, and he was both excited and aprehensive about it.
At the orientation the first evening they introduced the staff person assigned for each floor of the dorm; the one for Ryan's floor was a college student named Gary. He hardly looked older than Ryan, though he said he was 19. He was shorter than Ryan but very compact; he looked like he worked out seriously. Back in the dorm Gary walked around introducing himself to all the boys, and later in the evening boys began to gather in various rooms to talk. Ryan was surprised that most of them wore only briefs in the dorm, but he was pleased, too. There were a few who didn't, but Ryan joined a group wearing his briefs. They all looked pretty sexy, he thought.
When Gary walked into the room, the conversation stopped immediately. Gary was wearing only briefs, too, but they were so brief they barely covered his groin. And they were made of some stretchy material that hugged his ass and his crotch. The boys all looked but hurriedly resumed the conversation, none of them wanting to be caught staring at Gary. Ryan joined the conversation, but he got a good covert look at the college hunk they'd be living with for a week.
He had very dark hair with dark eyes and a complexion that made him look like he'd just stepped off the beach somewhere. His black briefs complimented it all. His chest, lightly sprinkled with small dark hairs, had great pecs and large, dark nipples. His shoulders and biceps were well-developed, and he had the most defined six-pack Ryan had ever seen. Strong thighs and muscular calves. Ryan realized he was having difficulty keeping his dick down; he stepped behind a chair. But he saw there were a few other dicks getting stiff, too. Gary spent some time with them and then left to visit other rooms where guys had gathered.
It was pretty late when the boys all went to their own rooms. The roommate assigned to Ryan's room hadn't shown up; he heard later he'd gotten sick. After taking a shower -- one big shower room with dicks and asses everywhere -- he stripped and lay on his bed. He tried to remember everything he could about Gary as he slowly stroked his dick. He wondered how many other guys were jerking their dicks -- in the toilet stalls, in their beds, wherever. And Gary -- was he jacking off?
The next day was filled with seminars that were more like classes at school, but Ryan enjoyed them. He sat at a long table for lunch with others from his floor, and Gary joined them. The evening was free after dinner, and there were some more almost-naked-boy groups on the floor. He waited until late to take his shower, thinking there might be enough privacy there to jack off in the warm water. But as soon as he turned the shower on, Gary stepped in. Ryan found himself breathing very deeply as he looked the beautiful body over again when it was glistening with water. And Gary's dick was as pretty as the rest of him. A small bush of very dark hair -- was it trimmed? -- from which came a dark, thick cock swinging with Gary's movements. His balls were pulled up because of the water, but they were obviously big.
Goddamn! Ryan turned to the wall quickly when he realized he'd sprung a huge boner. He couldn't tell if Gary had noticed. He watched his showermate out of the corner of his eye. He was afraid to step out and dry off while Gary was still there at the benches because he knew he couldn't get his boner down now. Not after what he'd seen. We waited until he thought Gary had left; then he turned the water off and stepped around the wall to the benches. But Gary was still there, slowly drying that beautiful body... And Ryan's dick responded by standing up even higher. He blushed and turned away.
"You're Ryan, right?"
"Yeah," Ryan replied, trying to be busy drying himself.
"Takes a while for me to get to know all the names." Ryan heard Gary chuckle at himself. "And you know I'm always around if you've got any questions about the week. Or any problems." Ryan turned his head to look over his shoulder. Gary was standing there, completely uncovered, and his dick was semi-hard. Ryan felt his own cock lurch, and he hasitly covered it with his towel. "My room is the last on on the floor," Gary said with a smile, a big smile with his dark red lips and white teeth. "It's a single room, one of the perks for helping out here. Come down and see me, Ryan. We can get to know each other."
And Gary tied the towel around his middle and walked out. Ryan's dick was throbbing, and he couldn't help but touch it. Was that an invitation? What was he supposed to do? He walked back to his room. He remembered his night with Ben at the speech meet, where he was so uncertain about what to do that nothing at all happened until Ben initiated it. Is this another time like that? But Gary is older than me, he thought. He wouldn't want a high school student... But he did make an invitation...
Ryan kept his eye on Gary on the next day; he was on a couple of panels and led a discussion group. Ryan wasn't assigned to that group, but he crashed it. Nobody even seemed to notice. He wanted to watch Gary. And somehow Gary seemed to know that; he kept glancing at Ryan, smiling with those lips and white teeth. Ryan didn't see him all afternoon, but Gary was at his table again that evening. He didn't say a word about inviting Ryan to anything; it was a though nothing at all had happened. Ryan took his shower earlier that night. He thought he'd be too embarrassed over his assumptions about Gary -- or too hard.
The next eveing some of the guys gathered in one of the more popular rooms again, most of them in briefs or boxers as usual. Ryan was more comfortable with them after a few days and joined in the conversation. It was the room of a couple of guys named Steve and Alan, and it was rather late when Ryan realized he was the only one remaining in the room with them. They seemed in no hurry to get to bed and continued talking, so Ryan decided to stick around.
Somehow Ryan wasn't all that surprised when Steve -- who was about 16, too, and a slender blond -- began to slowly stroke his dick through his cotton briefs. Alan -- about the same age, and a stocky boy with black hair on his head and chest -- grinned and began to play with his dick, too, moving it against his thigh inside his boxers. Neither one of them said anything, but they looked at Ryan to see his reaction.
Ryan smiled and stroked the dick that had stiffened in his briefs. The roommates were sitting on their beds, across from each other, and Ryan was in a chair; they all opened their legs to enjoy the sensations any teen boy loves to feel down there. Steve was the first to pull his dick out, and just a moment later pulled his briefs completely off. Alan pulled his boxers off, and Ryan did the same with his briefs. Three naked teens, legs spread, hard cocks throbbing between their thighs, and sighs of satisfaction as they resumed their jack off session.
Steve's dick was impressive. It had to be almost seven inches long and very thick He lay back against the bolster and sighed deeply as he used both hands to work his cock. Alan's dick was smaller, probably not more that just over four inches, but Alan was sure enjoying it.
"Alan and I decided to hell with it; we wanted to jack off, so we just decided we might as well," Steve said.
"We wondered if somebody might like to join us," Alan grinned. "At home I've got a regular jack off buddy. Steve nodded; apparently he did too. "How about you," Alan asked Ryan.
Ryan grinned and said he did, too. He wasn't about admit to having a fuckbuddy. He stroked slowly, using one hand. The other two began to speed up, and Steve resumed using both hands on his cock. He was continually pulling them up the thick, glistening shaft, then releasing his dick and repeating the move. Alan seemed content to stroke regularly. Ryan stroked with them, and soon there were moans and sighs of lust in the room.
Steve slowly arched his body and grunted as his dick shot a long rope of cum high; it fell on Steve's thigh as other, less powerful shots, followed. Apparently that was all Alan needed to see. He moaned long and low and his dick spewed a string of cum and followed it with several more spurts. Ryan waited a moment, enjoying the sight of the blond with his thigh covered with sex juice, and then he stroked faster. He'd jacked off every night he'd been there, and one night in the shower, too, but his cock produced his usual strong blast of jizz in the first shot, followed by two more not quite as strong; and then the rest of his load oozed out of his cockhead and over his fingers.
All three remained still for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of a great cum. Then Steve reached around behind him for a box of tissues, took a handful, and tossed the box to Alan. Guess that's the way they do it, Ryan thought; what a waste of good cum. He took tissues from the box, too, and cleaned himself up. Ryan went back to his room and licked the remaining cum from around his dick and pubes, pulled his briefs back up and went to the shower room. Under the water he remembered every movement of the two others, and especially the way Steve's cum shot so high into the air. Ryan had another very good cum under the warm spray. His dick was still red and only semi-soft when he stepped out of the shower to see Gary standing there, ready to get into a shower stall himself. Gary grinned, and Ryan walked back to his room.
The next day Steve and Alan acted as thought nothing unusual had happened. Guess they just lucked into the right roommates, Ryan thought. After the afternoon session, he was leaving the room when Gary stepped up and walked with him. Gary said, "I was hoping you'd get down to my room sometime, Ryan."
Ryan felt fluttering in his stomach. "Um..."
Gary continued, "A good looking guy like you should get a good massage before leaving here, don't you think?" Gary looked deliberately and pointedly at Ryan's crotch. "After your shower tonight, why don't you come on down?" He walked on without waiting for a response.
Fuck! I could hardly miss his meaning that time, Ryan thought. He found himself a little nervous during the dinner hour. He deliberately went into a room other than Steve's and Alan's, so they wouldn't be expecting a repeat of the night before. He waited for a while and then took his towel and went into the shower room. He showered quickly. His cock was hard and insisting on attention. He dried off, took his towel back to his room, pulled on a pair of light blue briefs, looked out the door to see if anyone was in the hall, and then walked to Gary's room.
Gary opened the door at the first knock; he was wearing his black low-rise high-cut briefs. Ryan walked in, very conscious of the hard dick in his own briefs. Gary closed the door and turned to him. Without a word, Gary put his arms around Ryan and pulled him in for a kiss. Ryan was startled but returned the kiss enthusiastically. Their tongues licked and probed as their groins found a rhythm.
"Wait," Ryan said when they broke their kiss. "I have to know. How did you know... about me?"
Gary grinned and said, "I didn't. Not until you knocked at the door. I figured if you were interested, you get down here. If not, you could write me off as some kind of pervert." Gary moved his hands down to Ryan's ass and pulled him tighter.
They hadn't broken the rhythm of their grinding crotches. "If you're a pervert," Ryan said, "your my kind of pervert." They kissed again, and when Gary released him Ryan noticed a white sheet covering the single bed, which had been pulled into the middle of the room. There were various bottles on a chair next to it.
"I meant it when I said massage," Gary said. "I love giving massages." Without another word he quickly pulled Ryan's briefs down; Ryan dick sprang up, freed of the confinment, but Gary ignored it. He moved Ryan over to the bed and lay him on it, face down. As he rubbed a sweet-smelling oil onto Ryan's shoulders, he said, "We'll have to keep it quiet in here, you understand."
Ryan sighed deeply. Gary's hands were strong and gripped his shoulders hard before the fingers worked their way in to his spine and then repeated.
"I'm assistant student coach for the football team," Gary said quietly. "I do almost all their massages. And they seem to be appreciated. I've even been known to give private massages," Gary continued. "Especially," he whispered into Ryan's ear, "to somebody as pretty as you."
Ryan took the compliment, not knowing what to say. Then he didn't care, because Gary's hands worked more of the oil onto his back. Ryan closed his eyes and felt the strong fingers work his muscles up and down, from his shoulders to the small of his back. Then his waist. He moaned softly when the hands worked his asscheeks, one at a time. The warm moisture was worked into his crack; the fingers moved over his hole. The massage continued down the back of one thigh and then the other. Then his calves. Then his feet. Ryan had no idea a foot massage could be so erotic. Then it was all repeated, from shoulders to feet. Three times. Ryan felt like he had simply melted into the bed. He'd never felt so relaxed and... wonderful.
He let Gary turn him over and put his arms above his head. Ryan knew his dick, semi-soft, would grow as the massage continued. Gary started with an arm, wrist to shoulder, and then the warm moist hand moved into his underarm. It was repeated on his other arm. The oil was even more fragrant as Gary rubbed his chest, his fingers passing over his nipples again and again. Abs. Down one thigh to the foot, and another sensuous foot massage. The other arm. Underarm. Chest again. Abs and thigh down to the foot again. Ryan hardly noticed that his dick was as relaxed as the rest of him.
But that private part of him hadn't received a massage. That changed when warm hands and oil massaged the cleft between his inner thigh and then his balls. Slowly and so very gently. The other side. His cock was now raging hard. The hands moved slowly around the base, rubbing the root of his cock and his pubes. Ryan gasped when the hands moved slowly up his engorged cock. All the way to the cockhead. He moaned as it happened again. And again. One hand held his shaft as the other caressed his cockhead slowly.
"MMmmmmm..." Ryan moaned.
"Quietly, pretty boy," Gary whispered into his ear.
His cock felt like it was inflamed now. The oil and the hands heated it, hardened it. Again and again. The pleasure at his cock slowly changed to a near-pain, and Ryan panted as his groin quivered under the hands. Then one hand returned to work on his slick balls. The other slid a finger under him and up into his crack, seeking his entrance. The hot wet finger circled his hole, which tightened reflexively at the touch, circled and massaged. His balls felt so warm. And the finger gently slipped into his hole. Its massage continued inside him, his tissue now moist with its own juices and well as the oil. One hand returned to climb and descend his rock-hard pole. And the finger moved in and out of his ass. It was all so slow it was almost painful. Up and down. In and out. Again again...
Then there was nothing. Ryan felt a weight lowered upon him and opened his eyes to see Gary was lying fully on top of him. The strong, muscular body moved over and across his own. At some point Gary had removed his briefs. Ryan could feel the hard cock moving between them. Ryan breathed deeply as Gary massaged his entire body with his own body. Feeling a softness at his lips, Ryan opened his eyes a moment to see Gary offering a kiss. Ryan closed his eyes and felt the soft moist lips over his own, even as the hard wet cock rolled against his dick. Gary's tongue pressed inward, and then both tongues danced together.
Gary finally moved away from him. Ryan watched as Gary took a warm moist cloth and washed his dick and balls. Then Gary washed his own. Gary's cock was well over seven inches, and on his shorter, muscular body it looked even more enormous. His cockhead was almost purple, large and pulsing.
Gary leaned in and whispered into Ryan's ear, "Remember, pretty one. Quietly."
Then he placed his body over Ryan's in the 69 position. Ryan found he was aching to taste that big dick, and his tongue licked across it only once before his lips opened. The hot cockhead filled his mouth, and he sucked and licked on it. Gary was remaining still and letting Ryan's tongue explore.
Gary's own tongue wasn't still, though. He licked up and down the six inches below him, feeling the heat against his lips and tasting cock against his tongue. He worked Ryan's cockhead in his mouth for a while, then let it slip out and his tongue moved down to the balls.
Ryan had found Gary's big balls, too. He licked them hungrily and then sucked against one and then the other. He slipped one ball into his mouth and nursed on it; he felt one of his own balls sucked into Gary's mouth. Tongues licked, mouths sucked, and for the moment two hard, wet cocks were abandoned to swing in the air, searching for more. When Ryan felt Gary's tongue move below his ballsac, he followed the lead. Ryan sucked in his breath as the tongue licked downward toward his crack and just barely into it. He copied the movement. Since Gary wasn't yet seeking Ryan's hole, Ryan followed that lead, too.
They lasted a long time until, apparently, Gary's arms tired. They rolled over on the narrow bed to allow Ryan to be on top and resumed their 69. They kissed balls and cockheads. They sucked shafts and balls. They licked everything their tongues could reach. Their low, muffled groans came and went. Still they nursed on each other's sex as though they were both starving for it. Only after a long while did Gary gently moved Ryan over, and they lay together, holding each other tightly on the narrow bed.
Gary kissed Ryan's ear and licked it, washing inside it with his tongue. "You're so hot, Ryan. Fuck, you are. I am so glad you got down here." Ryan could barely hear the words, even though Gary was whispering directly into his ear. "I need to cum as much as you do, pretty boy. Suck me first, and then I'll treat your dick to a great blow job." He kissed Ryan on the lips. Still whispering, "Play with my ass all you want. But no fucking. Not tonight. I'll explain later."
Ryan felt Gary's body relax as his opened his legs to let Ryan between them. Ryan stroked the muscular thighs for a moment as he looked down on the strong chest, its nipples taut. The pecs moved only slightly, but Gary's abs moved more noticeably as he breathed. Ryan lowered his face to the sex he wanted so badly, held the hige dick in one hand and he licked the cockhead and shaft. He tasted the new sweetness as Gary offered him more precum. He slipped the cock into his mouth and sucked as his fingers moved to the warm sac below to toy with the big balls there. He sucked slowly and allowed his finger to move down to the hole he wanted, needed, to feel.
He found the tight pucker and rolled his finger over it. He pressed slightly and opened it. Ryan's finger slid in deeper, feeling the hot, wet tissue. He rolled his finger, wiggled it, turned it. All the while, he was sucking the biggest cock that had ever been in his mouth. No fucking, he thought. Not tonight. What does that mean? Play with my ass, he said... So Ryan did. He paid as much attention to the movement of his finger, eventually working a second one in, as he did to the movement of his lips and tongue. Sucking, fingerfucking...
He felt Gary's body tense. He kept one finger in the hot ass, still working it, as he increased the pace of his sucking. Gary was moving his hips now, pushing more of his cock into Ryan's mouth. Ryan felt it hit the back of his throat, and he resisted a gag reflex. He pumped his face up and down, matching the movement of Gary's hips below him. He heard Gary suck in one long gasp, and he he felt the cock in his mouth throb harder. He moved his mouth up just in time to catch the first volly of cum that shot from the big cockhead. He swallowed quickly, remembering to continue to work his finger, and the next shot filled his mouth. He swallowed and lost count of the number of shots. He could taste it better as they lessened, and he rolled his tongue around his own mouth for the taste as he licked Gary's spent cockhead.
Then he fell to Gary's side, his body on top of Gary, and they breathed deeply together.
Ryan was still moving his tongue to taste every bit of Gary's cum when Gary moved down between his legs. Instead of moving directly to his dick, Gary reached underneath and probed his ass to find his hole. Ryan raised a bit to give him better access. The finger went in deeply in one thrust, and Ryan gasped. Gary left his finger in deep as he moved his face closer to Ryan's dick. The cockhead was wet with precum, and Gary blew on it; Ryan's cock lurched in response. Then Gary opened his mouth and sucked the dick in. Ryan felt his cock slide over Gary's warm tongue. It stopped at the opening of Gary's throat. Ryan's cock throbbed wildly when he felt the throat open; Gary lowered his face onto the shaft and let it slowly enter his throat.
Ryan could hardly keep still as he felt his dick swallowed. He was holding his breath when he finally felt Gary's lips on his pubes. He looked down to see Gary's face tight against him, the entire cock inside that hot mouth! Ryan couldn't contain a low, deep groan. He threw his head back as the throat muscles worked against his dick. Gary slowly raised his head until only the cockhead was inside. Then he went down again, all the way down, until Ryan could feel those lips on his hairs. Ryan wanted to scream aloud, and he clenched his lips together. Gary swallowed him slowly two more times, the last time working his finger in Ryan's ass at the same time.
Gary pulled back to lick the deep red cockhead. While a finger still fingerfucked, his tongue licked up and down the sides of the shaft. He flicked his tongue over the lips of the cockhead, making it flex in his hand. He sucked, washing the cockhead around and around inside his mouth. And still he fingerfucked the boy beneath him. Ryan's cock was aching for relief, but Gary kept everthing slow. He went even slower and more gently when he felt Ryan getting too close to the edge. And still the finger fucked in and out, again and again.
Gary changed his position a bit and took Ryan's cock into his mouth from the side. He could press his finger into the hot ass a little farther that way, and Ryam writhed beneath the mouth working his dick. Sucking quickly, slowing. Getting to the edge, slowing. Ryan had never felt such a need for release. He was almost ready to beg to be allowed to cum.
Then Gary moved the finger in his ass just a little deeper and onto his prostate. He had touched it a few times with the fingerfucking, but he'd never stayed there long. Now he massaged it with his fingertip as he sucked just the cockhead, moving his tongue over it slowly.
Ryan clenched the sheet in his fist to try to keep quiet. His ass was on fire deep inside, deep, where his nut there was so very hard... His cockhead was throbbing; each time the tongue moved over it or the lips tightened around the crown, he groaned inwardly. Finally, it happened. His prostate hardened like a rock, then clenched tight. His sex juices shot past his balls and then up into his shaft. His cocklips opened. And he exploded with cum! He thrust his hips upward as his cock spewed his jizz into Gary's mouth. The sucking continued, and Ryan quivered inside as his cock exploded again and again...
It finally ended. His dick remained in Gary's mouth. Ryan heard himself whimpering softly. He moaned again as he felt Gary's tongue clean his cockhead and then his shaft. Gary lay beside him again. It was quiet, except for the harshness of Ryan's breathing. And then his breathing slowed.
"You are wonderful, pretty boy." Gary sat up next to him. He smiled and whispered, "Here's what we'll do. Take my towel and soap to the shower and wash off that oil; otherwise you'll smell like a flower garden in the morning and get everybody here hard. Tomorrow night, take your shower. Get really clean. All over. I've got a master key to all the rooms, and the ones on the fourth floor aren't being used. Come to room 412 around 1 am. And bring that sweet ass with you."
Gary leaned in, and they kissed deeply, sensously. Then Ryan got up. He did what Gary told him to do. And when got to his room and lay on his bed, he had only moments to wonder what might await the next night before he fell asleep.