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RYAN FIGURES IT OUT – 3
"Queer..."
Ryan glanced down at his dick on the way out of the shower room. No, he wasn't hard. Were they talking about him? Is that what he was...? He decided he'd just overheard some joke, the kind of thing often tossed around by naked guys in the shower. Why? Were they embarrassed to be naked? Afraid they might get hard? Was he gay? Ryan felt his ears burning and was angry with himself. But for the rest of the afternoon it was all he thought about.
A couple of days before he'd overheard two of the guys in his PE class as they were taking a piss during class. Ryan had almost turned into the door of the restroom when he heard they speculating about whether or not there were any guys at school who were gay. He froze as he listened, but he didn't hear any names mentioned specifically. His ears burned, nevertheless, as he turned quickly and walked away before the two came out of the restroom.
He'd had his cock sucked! Not by a girl, as all the guys liked to talk about, but by Kyle! Did that make him gay?
He thought, how could I have been so naïve? I've heard guys calling each other cocksuckers, and it never even occurred to me a guy could suck a cock! How dumb! But, damn. All guys would like to get sucked, wouldn't they? But would they jack another guy's dick off if they had the chance? That's what 'queer' means, isn't it? You jack off other guys and like it. Gay. You suck dicks... Queers, fags, the guys all talked about it.
But not me, Ryan thought. This is just a phase or something. Getting used to sex. Trying out something new. Not like it's a habit or anything. Maybe this is a phase a lot of guys go through before they... move on.
All that hesitation and questioning left his head when he got into bed. It was warm, so he was wearing a pair of very lightweight, flesh-colored pyjamas. He ran his hand lightly over his dick through his pyjamas, and the soft material felt so sexy with a hard dick inside it. He looked down to see a widening spot of precum on his pyjamas, dark on the lighter color. He wiped his finger over the spot and tasted it. Then he started stroking his cock through his pyjamas, and all he could think about then was what his dick -- the dick he was holding! -- had felt like when it was inside a hot, wet mouth. A pulsing tongue washing over and around it. The tight lips sliding up and down the shaft. Kyle had sucked him another time, after a game, and Ryan had felt he was expected to suck Kyle. After all, Kyle was three years older and probably wanted it just as much. But Kyle never said anything and never asked, and Ryan never got up the nerve to try it. He pushed his pyjamas down quickly when he knew it was about to happen; it was a pretty powerful, satisfying cum.
He couldn't help but wonder about what all this new-found fun meant. Everybody jacked off; he was sure of it. But he was thinking about sucking, wasn't he? What kind of boys did that! Maybe not a phase, he thought. More like... experimentation. Sex was new to him; he was just... experimenting. Before girls, before getting married. Guys would never talk about it, of course -- it wasn't something you talked about. But, just experimentation.
One night he got so involved in a fantasy about Kyle that he got to the point of no return before he'd pulled his pyjamas down. They were a new pair, one he especially liked. Some kind of silky, satiny material with a sheen to it. Light blue with dark blue stripes. They felt so silky against his ass and dick. He loved the way they slid around on his dick as he stroked the material. He could feel his faster movements pull the material tighter up against his balls, and before he was ready he came hard inside his pyjamas. Before he expected it, his cock exploded with a hard shot of cum that coated the inside of the material. It was followed by another and then another, both landing inside. What remaining cum oozed out slowly soaked through the material, and he worked it back onto his dick as he continued to stroke. His dick became slick and sticky with it and remained hard until his cockhead was so sensitive he had to stop. His pyjamas were soaked with it.
He usually licked his cum when it landed on him. Tangy. Not awful, though. You didn't get sick from this did you? He fell asleep and woke up the next morning with his pyjamas stiff with dried cum. He smelled them when he took them off. Cum smelled okay even when it was dried, he decided. He couldn't resist sucking some of the material into his mouth to nurse on the taste. He wondered if he should be disgusted with himself for that, then decided it didn't matter.
All he could think of on Friday was that evening. He and Kyle were going to a movie. He normally showered in the evening, but he went home after school to shower before dinner. Because the bathroom he used as his own, next to his bedroom, had no shower, he always went into the basement. There was a tub upstairs, but he didn't like going up there. He liked showers better than baths. And the basement was a little better because he could count on privacy.
The laundry room was a large unfinished room with the washer and dryer in one corner; in the opposite corner there was a showerhead over a drain in the floor. No walls or anything around it, just the showerhead. When they had first moved in he'd been very self-conscious about getting naked and showering there, but he'd gotten used to it. There were small windows at the very top of two walls, and at first he'd wondered if anybody would ever peek in at him. If they did, they'd see everything. Once when mowing the lawn he'd looked into each of the windows and, sure enough, he could see the corner where the shower was. But it was their yard on both sides, and nobody ever wandered though, so he'd gotten used to those windows. Nevertheless, when he stroked his dick under the shower, he usually turned to the wall. And, of course, he made sure the cum was washed down the drain.
He stepped out of his slippers and pulled off his bathrobe and lay them on the dryer. As always, he was very aware of his nudity as he walked all the way across the room, his dick a little shriveled in the cooler air. He liked being naked. Once under the water soaping himself he stroked his dick a few times to make it hard. He loved washing the lather all over himself -- his chest and belly, his ass, his dick and balls. He lathered up away from the water and rubbed the slickness all over himself before stepping back into the water and washing off. He thought about jacking off, but he decided to save it for tonight.
After dinner he dressed carefully and examined himself in his mirror. He felt a little silly doing it, like he was going out on... a date. He was ready when Kyle honked and tried to be as casual as possible when he got in the car. They chatted about nothing in particular on the way. During the movie Kyle lay his hand on his thigh again, but he didn't do anything else. When the movie was over Kyle drove to a drive-in where they could get drinks and stay in the car; he parked in a corner of the lot.
"Kind of a dumb movie, wasn't it?" Kyle grinned.
"It wasn't so bad," Ryan said. But he'd paid more attention to the hand on his thigh and the sensation between his legs than he had the movie.
They talked about it for a minute and then drank in silence.
Finally, Kyle turned to him. "You want to go out in the country?"
There it is, Ryan thought. It was the first time Kyle had ever really asked him. Every time before, Kyle had made the suggestion and then just driven somewhere. Ryan had never said 'yes' or 'no.' He'd just gone. So here it is. Yes or no.
"Yeah," Ryan said quietly, without looking at Kyle.
Kyle paused. "I know you're... uncomfortable, Ryan. I really don't want something to happen if you don't want it to. I mean that."
Ryan thought, What's the answer to that? With all that he'd thought about in his own mind, he'd never once said out loud that he liked what was happening when they jacked off. But that was why he was always ready to go to a game or a movie with Kyle, wasn't it? And he'd sure liked it when Kyle... sucked. The silence dragged on for a minute. The thought drifted through his head almost subsciously: experimentation. That's all.
"Let's go," Ryan said quietly. "I want to." And he looked directly at Kyle when he said it.
Kyle smiled, put the car in gear, and drove out to the edge of town and behind the cemetery. It was warm enough they didn't need the heater that night. Like it was part of their usual pattern -- it was, wasn't it? -- they got out of the car to piss. Kyle got into the back seat, and Ryan followed.
Kyle put his arm over the seatback behind Ryan and began to play with the little hairs on the back of his head. He used his other hand to stroke Ryan's thigh, inside, from the knee to his crotch. "I know this is new to you, Ryan," Kyle said. "I mean, jacking off is still kind of new, right?"
Ryan nodded. The he turned his face to Kyle and said, "Yeah, sort of." He lay his hand on Kyle's thigh.
"How long have you been able to cum?"
"Since summer." Ryan felt a little awkward about answering questions about something so personal. But it didn't make sense not to answer the guy who'd been jacking him off. And sucking his dick.
"But it's a good thing, right? Jacking off? Cumming?" Kyle waited.
Ryan wanted to say it was the best thing in the world. He wanted to say sometimes it was all he thought about, all he wanted to do. But he didn't.
"Having a hard cock," Kyle went on, "and holding it. Stroking..." He stopped. "Look, I know what you're thinking. That you shouldn't jack off. Or do it with somebody else. I mean, you've probably been told it's wrong... I mean... your dad and all..."
Ryan's father was a Baptist preacher. And at one of Springfield's biggest churches, too. While his folks had never, ever actually talked to him about sex, he knew what they'd say if they knew what he did in bed... or where he was, what he was doing right now. Actually, he didn't know what they'd say -- and he didn't want to find out!
"But we're not hurting anybody. And if it's just us, and we're having fun..." Kyle's hand stopped moving on Ryan's thigh and squeezed a little.
Kyle deserved an answer, Ryan thought. I'm not a kid anymore. I can do... some things on my own. "Yeah, Kyle," Ryan said hesitantly. Then he looked Kyle in the eye and said, "And yeah, it is fun." And for some reason, when Kyle smiled, Ryan relaxed.
"You're a smart guy," Kyle said, resuming his stroking of Ryan's thigh. "Smart, as well as cute."
"What?" Ryan looked at Kyle in astonishment. "You... you think I'm... cute?"
"Hell, Ryan, don't you ever look at yourself in the mirror?" Kyle's hand moved from the back of his head to his shoulder, pulling him a little closer. "Haven't you ever heard the girls talking about you. And remember when you were staring at me that night when we were working on the set? First thing I thought was, Fuck, he's cute." Kyle's other hand moved up Ryan's thigh to massage his crotch, squeezing the hard cock inside. "And I wondered then," Kyle whispered, "if we could ever... get to know each other."
Despite the hard dick throbbing in his pants, Ryan's head was swimming. Cute. He thinks I'm cute. He felt the heat of his blush and hoped Kyle couldn't see it in the dim light. Kyle wanted... to do it. With me. He gradually began to feel the heat of Kyle's arm around him, Kyle's body next to him, and the throbbing dick Kyle was toying with. I want this, too, don't I, Ryan thought. That's why I'm here...
"Kyle, are we..." Ryan had second thoughts about asking the question in his mind. He spread his legs wider and answered Kyle by unfastening his own belt and unzipping his own pants. Then he moved Kyle's hand aside so he could reach over and do the same for Kyle. Soon both boys had their pants and briefs down to their ankles.
"Let's just take them off," Kyle said. They did. They sat back, each looking in the dim light of the stars at the cock bobbing between the legs of the other.
Ryan reached over for Kyle's dick, actually surprising himself that he was making the first move. Kyle's hand stroked Ryan's dick for a moment, then moved down to play with his balls, then moved farther to rub the spot right under his ballsac. Ryan could see the drop of glistening precum collecting at the tip of Kyle's cock, and he used his thumb to spread it around the big cockhead. Kyle sighed and cupped Ryan's balls gently. They sat there, enjoying the heat from their thighs, pressed together, and their sex in each other's hand. Kyle finally moved his hand upward to stroke Ryan's dick. He found some precum, too, and smoothed it around Ryan's cockhead.
Ryan lay his head back against the arm around him, closed his eyes, and let the throbbing of his cock have his full attention. He knew what he wanted now. He knew what he wanted Kyle to do... Ryan felt the arm around him pulled away as Kyle lowered himself to Ryan's dick. Ryan sighed deeply as he felt the warm, wet mouth circle his cockhead and take it inside, inside where it was dark and deep and hot and wet... The tongue, the tongue licking flicking teasing pushing moving washing...
Kyle sucked gently for a while, keeping one hand on Ryan's balls, moving it down and under his sac now and then. He felt Ryan's belly moving against his cheek as he breathed deeply. He tasted the sweet smoothness on his tongue as Ryan's dick fed him more precum. He lowered and raised his head, nursing on the hard dick and pulling gently on the balls... Then he raised up to look at the sex he'd been holding with his hand and his mouth. Ryan's dick was not so thick, and it wasn't as long as some. But it sure wasn't bad for a thirteen year old. And a cute one, at that. He lowered his head again just enough to lick the cockhead one more time.
When Kyle raised up and sat back, Ryan knew what should happen next. Hadn't he been thinking about it almost every night in bed? About what a dick would taste like? Feel like? He slowly lowered his head to Kyle's lap. He could smell the scent of sex, and it excited him as much as knowing he would be taking a cock in his mouth for the first time. He held the cock by the thick shaft and licked over the cockhead. Yes. It was hot flesh. His tongue licked around the thick head. Sweet. He opened his mouth and, for the first time in his life, sucked on a cock. Kyle's cock.
It assualted all his senses at once. Yes, he was tasting dick. But the scent, too, from the cock and balls... And the sensation of warm flesh against his tongue, filling up his mouth. Kyle's moans seemed distant but still exciting. He sucked gently at first, just on the cockhead. Then he slowly lowered his lips down along the thick shaft, moving the cockhead farther back into his mouth. He sucked against that hard rod and pulled his head upward, feeling the wetness as the shaft slid through his lips. With only the cockhead in his mouth again, he licked around it, certain that more of Kyle's sweet precum was there for him. Then there were other moans. His own. For the first time in his life -- a hot, living, throbbing cock in his mouth!
Finally, he felt Kyle's hand that had been stroking the hair on his head. The hand then moved lower onto Ryan's back, rubbing him through his t-shirt. Then lower still, below the t-shirt and under it, on the small of his back. Ryan sucking... Kyle rubbing... Ryan had to open his mouth now and then for more air when he forgot to breathe through his nose, but he returned to the cock, using his lips and tongue, the inside of his cheeks the warm cock all over filling sweetness yesss...
Kyle put both hands gently on the sides of Ryan's head and lifted him off his dick. "Oh sweet Jesus fuck... Ryan, I'm too close... Oh my god yesss..." He felt his cock exposed again to the cool air.
Ryan lay his head on Kyle's thigh. I'm a cocksucker now, he thought. It was bobbing only a few inches from his face. He could still taste it in his mouth, still smell the awesome scent of cock and balls... The thought caused him to lower his hand to the big ballsac he'd been neglecting; his fingers stroked it, and Kyle began to moan again. Finally, Ryan became aware that his back was crimping, leaning in and over as he'd been doing. He slowly raised up and sat back against the seat, still watching the cock that had been in his mouth.
"Aw fuck, buddy... That was unbelievable! And that was your first time sucking, wasn't it?"
Without any enbarrassment, and certainly not shame, Ryan raised his eyes to Kyle's and said, "Yes." And he grinned. He lay his head back and closed his eyes, waiting for it to happen, as he knew it would. Yes... His cock was enveloped in that hot mouth again, and with the sucking and licking overwhelming his senses, Ryan moaned, completely unconcerned about how loud it might be or what it might mean. He began to move his hips to meet Kyle's mouth each time. And the sensations at his groin became so overwhelming that he couldn't even groan anymore. Every movement sent waves of pleasure through him. Finally Kyle raised up again and played with the dick he'd been sucking.
Ryan waited a moment and then lowered his face again to the big cock waiting for him, tasting again the wet sweetness on it, feeling again the heat against his tongue. He sucked and licked slowly at first, then, as Kyle's moans grew louder, more rapidly. The cock was almost too thick for Ryan's tongue to circle it completely when it was in his mouth. He slid his lips down the tube on the underside of the dick -- he knew how sensitive his own dick was there -- then back up again, returning the cockhead to his mouth. Kyle used his hands again to slow Ryan and, finally, pull him off the throbbing cock.
Ryan understood. Neither one of them wanted to cum too soon. He smiled as Kyle's hand played a moment with the pubes around his dick, then moved slowly up inside his t-shirt to rub his chest. The hand brushed against a nipple, and Ryan noisily sucked in his breath. The warm hand moved up and down from his chest to his little bush of pubes, and Ryan loved every moment of it, every movement. They sucked each other one more time, and then Kyle began to stroke Ryan's dick.
Kyle pulled his dick up enough that Ryan could feel his balls moving, too. Kyle pulled his dick up and down several times, and Ryan balls bounced. Ryan groaned in pleasure as the warm hand jacked him, the thumb now and then rubbing across the tip of his cockhead. He heard his own breath grow louder and more harsh; his hips began an involuntary upward motion as Kyle's hand stroked down over the wet cock. His dick had never felt harder, bigger, longer, thicker... better... Ryan knew it was time, and and it was close, and he needed the release, and he wanted it more than anything... The tightness under his balls increased... the tension inside... His legs stiffened...
"Gonna cummm..." Ryan whispered hoarsely. "Oh fuck I'm close... I'm... cummmmmminnnnn..." He thrust his hips upward into Kyle's fist. "Ooooooo fuck yesssss... oooooOOOOO..." His dick shot over and over, more, he was sure, than he ever had before. And each ejaculation felt better, hotter, deeper, harder, yesssss...
When he was through, Kyle didn't removed his hand. Ryan felt the warm stickiness of his own cum rubbed up and down his dick, which stayed just as hard as though he hadn't cum at all. Finally, Ryan winced as the hand reached his overly-sensitive cockhead. And Ryan, his head back against the seat now, and his eyes closed, felt the hand leave him and his dick fall slowly to his wet thigh.
A few moments later, Ryan was startled when Kyle's hand circled his dick again. He opened his eyes to see Kyle lean over again and begin to lick his cock. Slowly and gently. Ryan gasped and leaned back again. The tongue was soft and gentle, licking every bit of cum from his dick. Ryan opened his eyes again when he felt Kyle's tongue lap at his thigh, licking up the drops of cum there. Ryan was too exhausted to be surprised. He remained limp and let Kyle's tongue go anywhere it wanted... eating whatever it wanted...
Ryan felt like he was slowly awakening. He looked over to see Kyle leaning back on the seat, his eyes closed. He looked down at Kyle's cock, still stiff and pointing upward. Feeling more naughty than daring, Ryan wiped his hand along his own wet dick and then placed it -- and the remaining moisture from his own cock -- around Kyle's dick. Kyle moaned but didn't open his eyes. Ryan began to jack slowly, amazed again at the thickness of the cock in his hand. And the length, at least compared to his own. He moved closer to see the cockhead disappear and reappear as his fist moved up and down. Kyle groaned again, shifted, and spread his legs a little wider.
Ryan put his other hand on Kyle's ballsac as he stroked. He kept his pace slow because he wanted to enjoy every moment of it, even knowing it was becoming almost toutureous for Kyle, who was groaning and moving eratically. Ryan rolled the balls, then cupped them..
"Aw fuck fuck ooo Ryan yeah oooo..." Kyle squirmed under his hand.
The balls in his hand felt hot. Still Ryan stroked slowly.
"Aw god I gotta cum... make me cum..."
The cockhead close to his face looked so red it was almost purple. Ryan could feel -- and actually see -- Kyle's thighs quivering. He knew no matter how slow he kept it, Kyle would erupt any minute. And then he did.
"Fuck aaaahhhHHHH..." A long deep groan filled the car. "Yeaaaaaa..." Cum shot from Kyle's cockhead squarely onto Ryan's cheek. He kept stroking -- slowly -- and felt the balls pull upward and the shaft thicken even more. "Ffffaaaaaaaaaa... yyaaaaaaaaa..." A long rope of cum shot up and landed along Kyle's thigh, followed by another that shot straight upward and landed back on Ryan's fist. Another shot, then another... Another! The cum began to run out now, almost like a slow piss, and then it oozed...
Kyle's chest was rising and falling as he breathed deeply and then more regularly. He continued to moan, softly, then a hummmm...
Ryan intended to. But he was still surprised at his daring when he licked the tip of Kyle's dick. Tart. A not-quite-bitter tang. And not unlike his own, Ryan thought. He licked around the cockhead and then the shaft. He could still hear Kyle's harsh breath as he moved to lick the long rope of cum on Kyle's leg. He was eating cum. He was amazed at himself. He licked and swallowed. When he raised up he realized he was breathing as harshly as Kyle. He sat back, limp, against the seat.
No one said anything for a while. Ryan moved his tongue around in his mouth, tasting the last of Kyle. His first taste of cock. His first taste of cum other than his own. He felt Kyle's hand squeeze his bare thigh and looked over at him.
Kyle was grinning. "Judas H Priest, Ryan! Oh fuck, buddy!" He threw his head back against the seat. "Fucking awesome," he whispered. He raised his head at looked at Ryan. "Fucking awesome," he repeated. He moved his hand to Ryan's face and wiped the line of cum from his cheek. Then he sucked his finger himself before holding it out to Ryan, who sucked it in without hesitating.
They sat looking at each other; then they grinned together.
"I guess we don't need any tissue tonight," Kyle laughed.
Ryan giggled. Fuck, he thought. I sound like a schoolgirl! But he didn't care.
They got their clothes on, and Kyle drove him home.
After Ryan pissed, he started to put his pyjamas on. Fuck it, he thought, and he crawled under the covers naked. His arms curled around the pillow, and he pressed himself against the mattress, enjoying the coolness of the sheets below him and above him over his chest and groin and ass and thighs...
Fuck it, he thought. If I've ruined myself, fuck it. If I'm dammed to hell, fuck it. Nobody can know about this, he resolved. But fuck it. He grinned into the pillow. He knew now what he liked.