Taige and Ryan

Don't read this if you're not supposed to or it's illlegal where you live. It's got a lot of sex in it and dirty gay type stuff so be warned!

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I sat in Coffee Monkey for over an hour. I don't know. I lost track of time somewhere around Richardson. I just got off the Central and drove to the first cafe looking place I could find. Ryan had already left me four messages and three text messages. The last one just said, "please baby, please call me."

I didn't know what to do. I wasn't mad at Ryan, how could I be? He was going to give me a place to live and right now that was my only option. I hadn't even cried about my parents not really wanting me around anymore. It still hadn't really hit me.

I don't know how he found me (I found out later our phones were linked and he could see a map of where I was), but he just kind of appeared beside me. He squatted down next to me and put his arms around me, pulling me down into him and holding me tightly.

Then it hit me and I seriously cried. Neither of us said anything, he just let me get the tears out and held me, not caring if anyone was staring.

"Let's go home baby," Ryan said, picking me up into his arms, grabbing my backpack and carrying me out to his car. We left my car there and went back to his house. When we walked through the door I really did feel at home.

That night he made me dinner and we ate together out of a big bowl on the couch, curled up together watching some stupid funny home video show. Neither of us really paid attention, we were both just glad to be alone together without having to worry about lies or me having to drive home.

"Mmm, you taste so good," Ryan said while biting on my neck playfully. We were in bed and ready for a free night together with no time worries. Ryan hooked his thumbs under my shirt and lifted it off my head, then kissed down my neck, playing with my nipples, kissing down my tummy.

"You're so beautiful," he said, looking up at me. I smiled and blushed as his scratchy chin rubbed against my tummy. I love what a man he is. He put his tongue out and slowly licked up my tummy from the waistband of my jeans to my belly button, tonguing it while smiling up at me. I giggled from the ticklish feeling and rubbed his soft smooth head.

My cock was rock hard and tenting my jeans as he used his teeth to unbutton them and then guide the zipper down, freeing my briefs covered cock. I was wearing the blue briefs he bought me with a black lip print right over the bulge.

His hands slid down my jeans and he kissed my little six-inch erection through the fabric. I closed my eyes and got lost in him. He slid off my jeans and then pushed off my briefs as I stood naked in front of him. Ryan picked me up and laid me down on the bed with my face in the pillows.

"You are going to fuck me?" I asked in the little kid voice that he loved (not that he's into kids, he just thinks it's cute) while looking back at him nervously.

"Uh-huh," he replied, nodding his head with a wicked grin. I turned and put my face into the pillow as Ryan mounted me from behind, not putting his cock in me, but just straddling me. His strong hands came down on my shoulders and he massaged them forcefully. I felt my body loosen up under his grip and felt safe in his domain.

He kissed the back of my neck and then down my back slowly. I felt his hands work away from my shoulders, rubbing slow deep circles into my back and then down to my lower back. His kiss was one step ahead and soon found my hole. I felt his lips grip it and then his teeth and then his tongue. It licked slow circles around the hole. I felt his scratchy lips and chin brush against my cheeks.

"Fuck you're tasty!" Ryan laughed, taking his head away from his work for a minute before diving back in and sending his tongue into me, causing me to bite the pillow and "mmmm oohhh." My eyes closed and I could see his eyes, his face, focusing in on me with that adoring smile he gives.

Ryan worked his tongue for awhile. I felt so relaxed and not at all embarrassed about what he was doing like the first time he did that. I wasn't worried about going home and not even thinking about all the stress of the week or my family.

"What do you want baby?" Ryan asked while working two fingers inside me and kissing his way up my back. He growled it into my ear and nibbled a little.

"I want you inside me daddy," I begged, knowing what he wanted to hear. "Please fuck me with your big daddy meat."

"Oh yeah, fuck yeah. Daddy's going to fuck you hard baby, you're all mine now."

"Uhhh uhhh," was all I could say while biting on the pillow as he found my magic spots with his fingers. I knew his cock would feel so good inside me. I couldn't wait for him to work into me.

Ryan's fingers slid out with a soft pop that left a big empty feeling inside me. He reached over me to he night table and pulled out the lube, squirting out big globs and working his fingers back into me. I was all ready to go and needing him. I felt Ryan position his cock head at the entry and smack the head against it a few times. He can be such a tease sometimes.

It took him about three minutes to get the head inside me. He was SO slow and worried about hurting me, not like the times before. This time he was focused on my pleasure and kept stopping and bending over me, kissing over the back of my neck and asking me how it felt. Honestly? It felt excruciating waiting for him to get into me. I wanted it so badly and he was taking his time.

"Plllleeeaaasseeee," I begged, "fuckkkk meeeee dadddyyyyy."

Ryan laughed, "Patience baby, patience." He forced it into me with a pop and I sighed and bit my lip a little to stop from yelling out (be careful what you beg for). He held it there for a minute, once again leaning over and kissing my neck. I was sure there were teeth marks back there by now but I didn't care. I liked how he marked me. I loved being his boy.

After asking if I was ok and getting my reassurance, he slid into me a few more inches. It felt so good as it filled my hole and bumped along my magic spots. Soon enough he was buried deep inside me and then started to slide out and then back in. His arms slid under my body as he hunched over me pumping in and out of me. It felt so fucking incredible to be under his control. My cock was rock hard and sliding along the bedspread.

"Fuck yeah, take that cock baby, take my seed," he encouraged, kissing on my neck again and squeezing and pulling my nipples with his hands. I turned my head to the side and he kissed over my cheek and slipped his tongue between my lips, fucking my lips with his tongue to match the motions of his cock inside me.

Ryan kissed his way back to my ear and nibbled in it while he brought a hand up to my mouth and shoved two fingers through my lips. I sucked on them in rhythm with his fucking. My whole body was responding every time his thick heavy cock slid in and out of my ass. I soon felt my cock building up with intensity and I mouthed, "I'm going to cum." He slipped his fingers out of my mouth and rubbed the wet fingers over my nipples, twisting and pulling at them.

My cock bumped along the bedspread and against my tummy. I could feel my nuts tighten and churn, ready to spray. Three more strokes of his massive cock and it pushed the cum right out of me, coating my tummy and the blanket.

"Uhhhhh fuckkkk yeahhh daddy," I got out before he put his lips to mine and kissed me passionately, speeding up his fuck and pushing out every last drop of cum my body had.

I felt my hole tighten around his cock and grip it, ready to milk the tip once it gave up the fight. Finally it was too much for him and he gripped my body tightly, filling me with his juice. He kept his tongue in my mouth and I felt his heavy breathing and his sweat drip down over my back. It felt so fucking incredible.

He kept cumming inside me, overflowing my hole and sending his wet, warm, sticky goo down my thighs. I could barely breathe in his tight grip, but he forced air into me, breathing really fast.

Finally he collapsed and I collapsed under him. His arms let me go and he sprawled out over me, supported on his elbows. We laid there together recovering for a few minutes, just feeling each other.

Forgetting what had happened earlier that day, I started to stir and tell Ryan I had to get dressed.

"No baby, no dressed, naked time. You live here now." He reminded me with a kiss on the top of my head.

"Oh^Å yeah," I closed my eyes, laid my head against the pillow and fell into sleep. I woke up with Ryan holding me into his chest while turning on the shower. The cold water sprayed over me and I clung to him. He apologized and set me down on my feet, working soap over my body and cleaning me out. It felt so good.

That night in his arms was the best sleep I ever had. My ear against his heartbeat was so relaxing.

I woke up to a snoring Ryan the next morning. It was oddly comforting. I crept downstairs to make him breakfast. I didn't bother putting on clothes since he had pretty much seen and licked every part of me.

I poured healthy cereal into two bowls and then added a cup of yogurt to each and mixed them up. Then I found a banana on the counter and cut it up, sprinkling the top of each bowl with banana bits. I was just pouring two glasses of orange juice and searching for a tray (squatted down naked on the kitchen floor and searching through cabinets) when I heard a cough behind me.

I thought it was Ryan and turned my head to look when I saw a total stranger wearing a soccer uniform. He waved and smiled at me, standing a few feet behind me, then returned his eyes to my butt.

"RYYYAAANNNN!" I screamed, frozen. Ryan came bounding down the stairs, his heavy cock swinging between his legs. He paused at the foot of the stairs and said, "Morning Jase." Jase nodded and said good morning. Ryan frowned at me and moved over to where I was on the floor. He lifted me up into his chest so I wasn't exposed and held my butt with his hands to cover that up. He carried me up the stairs and told me to get dressed while slipping into a pair of shorts.

I found some briefs and shorts and slipped into both and then headed for the door. Ryan stopped me with his hand, "Shirt baby, you need a shirt." I gave him a puzzled look but went and grabbed a t-shirt and put it on.

I followed Ryan back downstairs; his face was still blushed. Jase was eating my breakfast so I went to make another bowl and then joined them at the table. Jase kept smiling at me and asking Ryan questions. Ryan seemed really nervous and told him to stop. I just kept quiet. I didn't know Ryan played in a soccer league and had a game today. He said he had forgotten. I laid on the bed and watched him get dressed in his cute little uniform.

I discovered my fascination with guys in jock straps. It was so totally hot watching him slide into it and I couldn't resist touching him. We went to the game and his team lost, but afterwards we all went out to celebrate with pizza and beer. Ryan didn't let me drink, but it was fun being around his friends. They were SO gay! They totally made fun of Ryan for ordering me a little cheese pizza since I don't eat pepperoni and stuff. Most of them were masculine guys too, it was weird to listen to them talk about getting fucked and how hot the other team was.

They were all really nice to me and wanted to know about us. I clung to Ryan's side most of the time and kept quiet. I think he liked that because he kept his arm around me. It felt really good being Ryan's boy; especially in front of his friends. I just sat there, sipping my sprite, taking it all in.

Jase rode home with us since he had left his car there. When we pulled up to Ryan's house^Å our house, the skies were pretty gray and rain had started to fall. Jase came in with his bag and headed to the guest bedroom to take a shower. Ryan went into our room to shower. I sat on the bathroom counter watching him strip down.

"Slow down, dance a little," I joked. Ryan blushed a little, but started to slowly rub his hand down his naked chest and paused at the top of his shorts, giving me a wink. He slid his hand down into them and grabbed at that huge cock, gripping it for me. Ryan turned around and bent over, putting his hands on the edge of the tub and giving me a view of his hard chiseled ass. I felt my cock get hard in my shorts. He has the best ass I had ever seen.

"HEYYYY," Jase yelled from the other bathroom, "Towels?"

"Oh, baby, go take him a towel," Ryan said, pointing to the little closet. I slid off the counter and grabbed a towel, then gave Ryan a kiss before he stepped into the shower.

"Thanks," Jase said as he opened the door to the bathroom. I handed him the towel and he opened the door all the way, standing naked in front of me, dripping all over the floor. I guess we had both seen each other naked now since he caught me that morning in the kitchen. He didn't seem at all embarrassed standing in front of me, drying his chest and hair.

His cock was pretty big, soft but big, not as big as Ryan's. His body was really nice but not as muscled as Ryan's. I think I stood in front of him a little too long because when my eyes traveled back up his body to his face, he was giving me that "Like what you see?" expression. I kind of did.

Jase did something unexpected then. He reached down and grabbed his cock and wagged it at me, then said, "You want that?" before scanning the hallway for Ryan.

"Uh I better get back to Ryan." I backed away slowly, still not taking my eyes off his body. He shrugged and turned, pulling a pair of little bikini briefs out of his bag and slipping them on.

I went back just as Ryan was stepping out of the shower, a much better view but I felt guilty for looking at Jase. I think it showed in my face.

"What's wrong baby? What's daddy's little boy thinking about?" Ryan walked over and wrapped a towel around his waist then put a wet hand on my face. He leaned in and kissed me. I felt reassured by that.

It was really thundering and raining pretty badly outside so Jase decided to stay for dinner. Ryan ordered dinner for him and Jase plus a salad for me. I don't know how they stayed so fit eating so much junk food. We ate together on the couch watching the gay cable channel (I was fascinated with it!).

Jase ended up going home after the storm passed. Luckily our electricity was still on. We were so tired out from the day we just did a quick play before going to sleep. I was still so enamored with how it felt to sleep in Ryan's arms. He was so cute about holding me just right and rubbing my back until I fell asleep.

Sunday morning I woke up and worried. What was my family doing? Were they worried for me? They didn't really have a way to contact me and maybe they would call the police and find my car in the parking lot where I left it on Friday.

I sat up in the bed and pulled my knees up into my chest, Ryan's arm wrapped around me from behind. I tried to cough and wake him up but he just kept snoring. I kind of bounced once on the bed^Å nothing. Then I kicked at him lightly with my foot. He made a "uhhhnnnnoooo" noise and rolled over to me, putting his other arm around me and smacking his lips a few times.

"Ryan," I whispered (like I was worried about waking him up?), "You asleep?" He didn't respond. I shook him a little, "Daddy?" Ryan squinted at me with a confused look.

"Baby? What's wrong?" he asked.

"My car, what if they find my car and think I'm dead?"

"Whah? Hang on," Ryan slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom, peed and then came back to sit next to me. "Who's dead?"

"Me! What if my parents are worried about me and think I'm dead because they find my car in the parking lot where I left it on Friday."

"Ohhhkayyy, why the sudden worry? Baby," he put his hand up to my face and stroked my cheek, "They didn't want you. That's why you came here, they told you to leave. Why would they look for you?"

I thought about that for a minute and then started crying. Why would they not look for me? Aren't parents supposed to look for you? Was it really like^Å over? Am I an orphan now? Ryan pulled me into his chest.

"Baby no, I love you and I'll take care of everything, ok? Don't worry. You don't need that car, I'll get you a new one and everything will be perfect, ok? Please don't cry." Ryan whispered down to me in a calm, deep, reassuring tone.

"I have to give it back to them, it's their car and I don't want them thinking I stole something from them." I said finally with a sniffle, pulling my head out of his chest.

"Ok baby, I'll get a friend to drive it up there and drop it off."

"I'll mail them a letter in case they want to know about me^Å" I said, still sniffling.

"No baby, let's just^Å no, don't do that. Just trust me. I'll leave a note in the car telling them you're ok and safe and you'll call them in a few months when things settle down. That way you can think about what you want to say and get away from the feelings of it. Ok?"

I nodded and went back into his embrace. It finally was hitting me that my family didn't want me. I don't understand that. I had heard it happen to lots of gay teens, but^Å my family? I don't know how you can create a child, spend however many years loving and caring for it, only to abandon it when it doesn't turn out to be all that you planned and projected. That's fucked.

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It turned out to be a month before I had contact with them again. My mom called me, er called Ryan's phone. Apparently he had left a business card of his in the note he left with the car.

Mom was whispering, like someone was in the next room. She said she and dad had fought almost every day about it. He wanted me home and in some counseling program. She just wanted me home, period. She made me promise to call my oldest brother, Tarin, who I hadn't talked to since I was 8. He had left home at 18 and never really looked back, but he was living somewhere in the Dallas area and she wanted me to be close to family.

I argued with her because Tarin is 10 years older than me and never was very brotherly. He left home to go on Mormon missions and be some big shot in the church. We weren't Mormons in good standing so he didn't want anything to do with us.

"Fine, fine, I'll call him, but he will just hang up. He's ultra-Mormon Mom! He definitely won't want a gay brother."

"Honey, Taige^Å he didn't leave home to join the church^Å He left home because he's^Å he's like you."

"No way! Nuh-uh, no no. Tarin is so not gay. He is so far from gay. I couldn't picture him with a guy, no way."

"Honey^Å don't talk like that, it sounds so... ick. Just please call him, he'll take care of you, I know he will, then you won't have to stay with THAT man."

"That man is taking care of me! That man loves me enough to not toss me out just because I'm not who he wants me to be. Ryan is my boyfriend mom!"

"Ok ok, I have to go, call Tarin! Love you." She hung up before I could respond. I sat there next to Ryan looking at the note where had written down Tarin's number. I did NOT want to call and have him give me an hour lecture on my sins or whatever he would do.

"Call him baby, he's your family," Ryan had his arm behind me, his hand rubbing my neck. "Besides, it would be good to have a choice."

"What does that mean?"

"Just, you know I love you and I know you love me, but I want to know that you're here because you love me, not because you don't have any choices. Just call him, it will make me feel better."

I picked up the phone and dialed the number mom gave me. He must live close since we had the same area code (Dallas/Fort Worth has like 7). It started to ring but then switched over to this weird voice saying "Hi! Your call is important, please hold for me to pick up!"

"Yeah?"

"Tarin? It's Taige^Å mom wanted me to^Å"

"TAIGE!? Little brother? What's up? Oh My God." Then I heard a male voice in the background say "You have a brother?" Then Tarin said, "Shut up shut up."

"Who? Me?" I asked

"No, no no no, Oh My God, where are you? Can I see you?" Tarin sounded close to tears. What the hell? Why did he want to see me?

"You want to see me? You haven't had anything to do with me for ten years Tarin," I started crying before he could.

"I know, I know, I'm so sorry, I let dad^Å fuck it, where are you?"

"Addison, close to the Galleria^Å You want to see me?"

"YES TAIGE, can I come see you? Want to meet for coffee?"

"Hang on, let me ask Ryan." I turned to Ryan and he nodded, stroking my back. "Ok, where at?"

We agreed to meet in an hour. I was so nervous. What would he say? Did he just want to tell me about Jesus? Ryan said I should go alone and he would meet my brother later but I needed to just be alone with him. I kissed him and dashed upstairs to change. I put on jeans and a long sleeve white shirt with a big red kissing lips print on the front. I spiked my hair and washed my face. I looked pretty gay. Hehe. I wasn't sure how he would react to that, but whatever. I didn't have much to lose.

I recognized Tarin as soon as I walked in. Not because he looked the same, he didn't. He looked about the same age as when he left home but he was tanned and buff and had on a pink muscle shirt and cargo shorts. His hair was spiked and had streaks of blonde in it. What made me recognize him was the big smile he had on his face when I walked in as he jumped up and ran over to pick me up into his arms with a big hug.

"Taige, I missed you so much. I think about you every day. I'm so sorry." Tarin had his arms wrapped around my back, holding me into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my head into his shoulder. He smelled really nice and it felt really good to be in his arms. Instantly I was 6 years old again, scared by the storm and crawling into his bed. I had forgotten that memory. I guess maybe he had been a good brother at times.

Finally he put me down and we sat down at a table. He had ordered me a fruit smoothie with carrot juice, it was yummy. He kept staring at me with a big goofy grin.

"I can't believe how big you are! You must have grown two feet since I saw you last. Why are you so skinny? Are you eating? Do you want me to order you a sandwich?" He was talking a mile a minute.

"No, thanks, I ate breakfast a few hours ago. I'm ok, why did you leave?" I had to ask, I had to know.

"Taige, I didn't leave, they kicked me out^Å They told me they didn't want me corrupting you and Brayden^Å How's Bray?"

"He's ok^Å still living at home. Why did they kick you out?"

"Oh Taige^Å I'll be honest," he reached across and took my hands in his and squeezed them lightly. "I'm gay. They found out and said I could change, hide it, or leave. I didn't know what to do and I just packed up my car and went to Dallas. They said they would tell you guys that I went to join the church. I actually did! For awhile^Å I'm sorry."

"They did the same to me^Å" I said, looking down at his hands covering mine.

"Oh^Å you're^Å eh?" Tarin cocked his head to the side and looked at me strangely, "Oh, I guess you are. Heh, faggot!" He laughed really hard, tears coming down his cheek, and pet my hands then bit his lip, looking at me nervously. "So^Å do you have a boyfriend?" He asked in a really gay tone.

I nodded, "I'm living with him. He's a really great guy and I love him so much."

"Wow, what's his name? How old is he? Does he take care of you? I don't want my baby brother turning into a hood gay."

"He's Ryan, he's 27 and very cute and very successful. He's into sports and is big and muscular and hot and loves me so much."

"27?? Are you kidding me? That's way too old for you! You don't have to find a sugar daddy, you can live with me. Adam and I have a house and two extra rooms, you can have your own!"

"No Tarin, I'm ok," I smiled at him. "You'll see, we can all have dinner sometime. It'll be great. You will love him."

"Ok, but seriously, you can always come live with me, ok?"

I nodded to appease him. I wasn't leaving Ryan.