"Airborn"
Back in high school I lived next to a kid named Ryan who was 3 years younger than I was, but since we lived so close we became good friends despite our age difference. We had a lot of things in common...more than I suspected at that. I remember when we were all very young, playing little "doctor" games and running amok wearing nothing but a smile. It was all harmless fun, and as far as I'm concerned every kid in America has done it at some point. When Ryan turned 14 I felt an attraction to him that wasn't present before- he had grown into perfection. His smooth skin and brown eyes just glowed, while his lean but still boy-ish body was at the perfect crossroad between child and adult. I loved to watch him undress, and he knew it. Some nights he would purposely stand in front of his window while disrobing for bed just to please me... how sweet that was. It was the big 4-day weekend in late May of my Junior year. He was a Freshman. The sun filled every room of my parents' big home, the warmth of spring was in the air and the excitement for summer was growing. The 'rents were gone until Monday morning. Ryan sat perched on my shoulders as I stroll around like a dad with his young son. Laughing and running, I slowed down and took off Ryan's shoe, then the other. "Take off my socks too" he said. So I did. "Hey, why don't you try to take off all your clothes up there? I asked. It would be interesting to see if he could do it without touching the ground. Of course his t-shirt came off easy, but his shorts and underwear would be the tricky part. Ryan giggled the whole time as he squirm around my shoulders and neck. He went through many motions as if he were solving a puzzle. It felt strange for me to have a 125-pound kid crawling all over me while not even touching the grond. Ryan yanked and tugged down his shorts in different ways, lifting one leg here and bending the other there. It took some skill, but with a little assistance it worked. At one point Ryan's face was right next to mine. His big eyes lit up, and he kissed me on the mouth. It felt great. Finally, he was naked and sitting on my shoulders. I was getting excited. First from his little kiss, then even more as I felt his little rod begin to stiffen....what to do next? "Try to see if you can jack off while up there." I said. He started to stroke it. "It's too hard to, it's too wobbly up here. I need to sit somewhere." he said. I walked towards the living room, with a beautiful naked boy sitting on my shoulders. I sat him on the fireplace mante. It was a smooth marble stone, and I could tell it was most cold on his bare butt. I reached down and tickled his feet, and he laughed. His little pole was sticking straight up, and he looked a little awkward up there but I could tell he was anticipating my next move. I rubbed his body in a ticklish manner, still from his feet to his nipples. It was one of those pleasure/pain manuevers, he giggled in torment. "C'mon, suck me!" he finally blurt out. He could take no more. Ryan and I had never gone this far. Heck, we had never even kissed before. He had slept nude in bed with me, but he slept nude anyway. To him it was no big thing. With indescribable luxuria, I put my mouth on his rock-hard boyhood. I slurped and licked as he groaned. His feet swayed and his face flushed red. His lips were wet with awe. Sucking faster, Ryan paused for a second. Then the globs of his sweet cream poured and splurted. He groaned even louder. When it was over, he told me it was the best sex he ever had. Then he said "I love you".