Dick - The Teen Gym Stud Ch. 05

I stepped back, looking up at him. "You too, Ryan."

His gaze shifted up and I saw his look harden. It was an intimidating look. "Can I help you fellas?"

I heard from behind a slightly nervous response. "No, we're good." As I turned around, I saw the backs of the three guys, walking away.

I turned back to Ryan. "Thanks, they were scaring me."

"No need to be scared with me around, babe." He smiled his large smile.

"I know..."

He continued. "Let me see you, you look great!" His arm slid down the my side, starting at the outside of my chest, under my arm and all the way down past my stomach and coming to a rest on my waist.

I blushed, feeling glad in that moment that I had gotten rid of my body hair as it would have looked weird with the outfit. I was also glad I had only worn this after six weeks of strict diet and exercise. Otherwise I felt sure my stomach would be spilling out of the small exposed space between the shirt and pants. Instead, it contoured nicely to the outfit. My mid-rift wasn't yet muscular or really trim looking, but it didn't sag out.

David stepped back and took his hand off my waist. "Spin around for me." He told me, matter-of-factly.

I started rotating without thinking about it, arching my back and sticking out my butt unconsciously.

"So sexy," he said, and he slapped my ass and kept his hand there.

I giggled and swatted his hand away. At that moment, though, my memory of what I had decided came back to me.

I turned back to him, my smile lessened. "Thanks for helping me out Ryan. But you remembered what we talked about right? About our friendship?"

His face got serious now. He spoke. "Definitely, and I completely understand and respect that, Babe. We'll only do what I know you want to do."

That seemed good enough for me. "Thanks."

"Lets go, then." He said, and he took off.

I couldn't help but watch the back his muscular body for a moment, my eyes settling on his large strong ass.

I snapped into it and broke into a run, running after him.

I caught up and looked over at him, beside me now. He grinned back. So fucking handsome. He gave me a slight hip check that pushed me briefly to one side. I giggled and responded by pushing his shoulder, with no visible impact of course. Right after the push I ran ahead. I was conscious of him running behind me now. I tried running with a better posture, my shoulders back.

As he ran up and caught me, he slapped my ass again. I squealed. "Ryan! Cut that out!" I chastised.

He grinned at me sheepishly and I gave him a rueful glare. Secretly, I was pleased that we were interacting so naturally again.

As we continued our run, I realized how many people were checking out Ryan as we passed by. Men and women of all ages alike appeared to be transfixed. A few noticed me as well and many seemed confused. Some though, looked me up and down appraisingly. It felt good to be attached to Ryan.

We ran for a long time. By the end I was visibly struggling and lagging behind. Ryan slowed down and asked if I wanted a break. He was breathing hard but also seemed like he could keep going forever.

"Yes, please." I gasped.

"I know a nice break spot up ahead" Ryan replied.

We came to a quiet part of the park in the forested section. We lay down on the soft grass under a large tree. The trees leaves hung down around us, making it seem almost like we were indoors except for the exposed area in front of us, which sloped down over a short distance and ended at the edge of a lake. It was a beautiful spot.

As we sat down, Ryan pulled out a protein bar. He offered me a bit but I waved him off. "Too many calories in those."

He replied. "Good, that's right."

As he ate quietly, he slid over on the grass until his hip touched mine. I looked at him as he gazed out over the water. He was very close to me. His intense gaze surprised me. His bright blue eyes were extremely alluring and I found myself tracing each feature of his handsome face with my eyes. I couldn't help but continue my gaze down the front of his body, which was glistening with sweat and rising and falling with his deep but controlled breaths.

He put his arm to the ground behind my back so that the inside of his elbow supported me. I was so tired, and it felt natural to lean into him, laying my head back on his shoulder.

"Good job today." He said.

I grinned. "Thanks for bringing me out here."

"Sure thing."

We sat for a while and I closed my eyes. I was quite hungry but also content to be lying on the grass into Ryans strong body, a cool breeze blowing by. I was happy we had worked things out and that he understood my wishes. For a teenager, he was really quite mature (and not just his body).

I felt him move and I leaned away from him, looking back. He was lying down now. A familiar site to me at this point, he was no less impressive. As he lay back his muscles stretched out, showing off even more of the large defined chest and ab muscles. His arms stretched out with his hands resting behind his head, causing his lats to flare out. His shoulders, arms, and even armpits were incredibly enticing.

"Any chance of a massage, babe? Only if you're cool with it of course." He asked, a slight smile on his face.

This was the type of thing I had decided not to do anymore. Nevertheless, now that I had established the ground rules I felt more confident that things wouldn't go too far. Plus, his body did really look so good. "Sure Ryan. You deserve it for all the help you've given me today."

I kneeled beside his body as he lay back, closing his eyes. He made quite a sight—strong, handsome, confident, incredibly sexy.

Alright, focus. I told myself.

I began squeezing his muscles with as much strength as I could muster. I had learned this was the only way to really make any impact on his muscles and knew he like it like this. I pressed my hands into his defined biceps, up and around his strong shoulders, and squeezed his large traps and neck.

I bent over using my body weight to press into his deep and firm pecs. Squeezin and pressing the top, sides, and bottom of them. I let up, running my hands slowly over his nipples and onto his abs. As I massaged him I felt an increasing rush of endorphins, as if my body had been craving this for weeks. My thoughts emptied of anything but the massage.

"A bit firmer for my abs maybe?" Ryan asked, patting his lap.

I gulped, staring at his hands on his lap. Was that necessary? I was already leaning into him as hard as I could. But the angle was wrong, and he liked a strong massage. It seemed a reasonable request. I stood up and stepped one foot over him, slowly lowering myself down onto him, staring at his upper body.

"I was thinking my legs actually. Why don't you turn around?" He asked.

I glanced up at him and he still had his eyes closed, a contented look upon his attractive face.

I stood again and turned around so that I was looking down onto his wide legs. Again I lowered onto him slowly, finally resting my ass on his lap lightly.

I ran my hands up and down his muscular legs, so wide and strong beneath me. I felt his large strong torso between my legs and tried to ignore the feeling of his impossibly large soft cock. To allow for leverage to massage his legs firmly, I pushed my ass down harder and back into him. As I push and pull on his incredible leg muscles, my ass inadvertently slides up and down his body slightly. My entire body is tingling at this point and my mouth is dry.

I continued in this manner for a while, my hands sliding higher along his legs, where they get wider. I rubbed hard up and down his outer thighs, then the top of his legs, then his inner thighs, sliding higher and higher.

I feel Ryans hands start to slide up and down my lower back and I press back into them, all the while continuing my massage pattern up the outside, top, and inside of his strong legs. He slips his hands under my ass and squeezes, causing me to groan. I'm breathing hard now, my eyes fluttering open and closed.

His hands move to the sides of my ass, his thumbs pressing up against my hips. He holds me and starts sliding me back and forth on his lap, grinding into him. I move my hip with his hands guiding me. I straighten up, bringing my hands up so that they rested on his. I curl my fingers around his palms as he continues to grind me into him.

I start to feel his large cock hardening beneath me. It is resting beneath my right ass cheek until he shifts me so that its running up and in between my crack. Ryan's hands continue guiding me up and down his huge cock in long, firm movements. I bend over again, bringing my hands to rest on his large quads and arching my back, pressing my ass into him. In my mind I picture how my feminine ass looks pressing into his body, his cock squeezing between my cheeks. I become even more light-headed.

I feel the impossible length of his cock through our clothes, sliding along my ass hole, sending shivers up and down my body.

I hear a rustle of leaves and someone exclaim. "Oh shit!"

My eyes fly open as I look up. I see the back of a couple people who had by then turned around, the leaves falling back into place behind them. Whoever it was had fled, likely embarrassed.

This interruption brought me to my senses. Shit. I was losing control.

I got up abruptly, still flushed, hot and dizzy. I looked down at Dick.

Ryan looked at me, his strong body stretched out, relaxed. "You okay, baby?"

I took a deep breath. "Yeah..." But I step away and look out towards the water.

He sat up, waiting for me to recover.

I sat again, next to him now. "Listen...that was a bit...intense. I need to slow things down." I regretted my choice of words. I didn't mean slow things down, I meant draw a line. We couldn't do things like that.

"Of course - only what you want to do, Babe." He said.

He was being supportive, of course, and he tried to give me a half grin, but I could tell I had disappointed him. I felt a rush of shame and regret, but thought I had done the right thing.

I rested my hand on his leg consolingly. "Did you like the massage?" I asked.

"You think?" He joked, looking down. I followed his gaze to the outline of his huge hard cock, where my eyes rested.

"Seems I'm kind of stuck with this for now. Just have to wait it out I guess, hehe" he said, sheepishly. He brought his hands down to try the impossible job of covering up his massive erection and looked away, his cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment.

I felt so guilty as I looked from his incredibly cute expression to his long cock, and back again. He had been so good and supportive to me today. Really for weeks and weeks now. He had also protected me from those scary guys and acted like such a gentleman. I should be appreciative. Instead, I was just getting him excited then letting him down and giving him blue balls.

I ran my hand up and down his leg, so much larger than my own.

Maybe...just this once...I thought.

I continued to rub his leg.

Ever so slowly, staring at the large bulge he was failing spectacularly to cover up, I got up and stepped in front of him

Glancing at his face now, I kneeled down between his legs, facing him.

Slowly, I brought my hands to his, moving them out of the way. His cock sprang up, pressing high up against the material of his shorts. My heart started hammering in my chest, hard and fast.

He looked at me inquiringly, a confused look on his face. I gave him a shy grin, then I pressed my hand lightly to his chest and he lay back down. I ran my hands slowly down his hard chest and defined abs, my fingers lightly grazing him. I followed my hands with my eyes, anticipating.

I reached his waist and pushed his shorts down into his hips. This pressed his cock to his stomach and the shorts, tightly bound against his body by my hands, outlined its size clearly. My breath caught. It was just so big.

My right hand inched slowly over so that it was hovering over his cock. I glanced at his face one last time. He was looking at me with intensity now. He wasn't nervous, his eyes bore into mine—commanding action.

I held my breath. My hand moved forward, settled onto the outline of his cock and gripped him through his shorts. Incredible. Slowly, I began moving my hand up his long shaft.

Though I had seen it so many times before, I was amazed at how big it felt in my hands. Sliding my hand up his thick shaft, I finally made it to the top, where my hand paused and squeezed, before starting its slow descent. When I reached the end, brushing up against his large balls, I began up again.

I increased my pace. While my right hand stroked him, my left hand slid up and onto his rock hard abs, where I rested it.

I was breathing fast, transfixed on this teen adonis's muscular body and huge cock. As I rubbed him faster still, I brought down my second hand to his cock, continuing my strokes up and down, now with both hands.

In my head, when I had made the split second decision to do this a few minutes prior, I had imagined that this would be it. I would rub him through his shorts to provide him some relief, then we would move on.

I found now that that wouldn't be enough. I wanted to see it. I needed to see it. More than that, I needed to feel his huge cock in my hands.

I stopped momentarily to bring my hands to his waist. My was face lowered closer to his body now. As I grabbed the top of his shorts, I looked up at him again, my eyes roaming over and through the peaks and valleys of his muscular teenage abs and pecs, coming to rest on his confident, intense face. God. What a man. What a fucking adonis.

I brought my eyes down again as I pulled down his shorts. This revealed first the tip, then more and more of the shaft of Dicks's enormous teenage dick.

I pulled his shorts all the way down and off his legs, moving back as I did so, all the while looking up at his huge, hard manhood. Ryan's cock had sprung up and away from his body, pointing skyward. With the shorts off, I quickly moved back up between his legs, staring.

I kneeled there, dumfounded at the sight of it.

Ryan's cock was beautiful. Long and thick, dark at the base and lighter close to the tip. The mushroom tip flared out so that it was as wide as the thickest part of his shaft. It appeared he shaved as well because there was no hair on it or around it's base. It bent very slightly upwards.

I bit my lip hungrily, and briefly looked up at him. He still lay back casually, propped up on his elbows. His face was still unaffected, staring at me simply, confidently, powerfully.

"That's it," he said, "stroke my cock, pretty girl."

His words set a flush of excitement through me and, obediently, I brought my left hand forward slowly, my right hand stroking up and down his leg now. My hand grasped his cock near the center and I groaned. I was shocked and excited by the surprising heat of his cock. I had never held another guy's cock before and didn't know one could become this hot or hard. I realized I couldn't get my hand all the way around. To assist, I brought my second hand up and with both wrapped around, I began pumping up and down, first slowly, and them more quickly.

I separated my hands and began running one up and one down, then meeting in the middle. My top hand rested on the tip, rubbing the slit with my thumb, now slick now with pre-cum. Amazingly, with one hand at the base and one at the tip, there was space for another hand, or even two, in the middle.

As I continued to stroke, I focused in on Dick completely. All there was was Ryan's beautiful cock and incredible body. My hands continued pumping, first both then alternating one at a time as my arms got so tired that they needed a rest. The resting hand ran up and down his legs, squeezing his hard abs and feeling his pecs.

I felt his cock begin, somehow, to swell even larger in size. I glanced up and saw he had laid down, his hands behind his head again. His cock continued to grow and then seemed to pulsate in my hands as I stroked furiously, putting both hands into it again.

As I looked down at his cock, pointing it at my face, he exploded.

His cum shot out hard and fast. His cock continued to pulsate and he kept cumming. There was tons of it and it got in my eyes, my hair, and my mouth, wide open with exertion and lust. The cum tasted salty and somewhat tangy. I closed my mouth and swallowed automatically.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," he said happily, almost casually. Like he had just sat down on a comfortable chair after a hard day.

Even blinded, with my face covered in cum, I continued to stroke him, slowing my rate as his cock softened gradually in my hands. Eventually I stopped, trailing my hands slowly off his cock and down his legs until they rested at my sides.

"Here, baby." I felt something soft hit my chest. I took it and wiped my hands, and then my face. The rag was slightly damp and had a strong, manly scent. Only when I had cleared Ryan's cum out of my eyes did I realize they were his boxers he had worn while running. I looked down and realized I had come in my new pants, probably more than once. I was barely aware of when it happened, though, because of how focused I was on Ryan.

I looked up at the teenager now, who was still naked and looking fucking incredible.

"What will you wear?" I asked meakly, holding his cum-covered boxers in my hand.

"Don't worry about it. Come here, girl." he said, crooking a finger at me.

Calmer now, I briefly wondered why he kept calling me girl. I guessed it was just another nickname he used, like "babe." Weirdly, I didn't mind it at all.

I scooted over to him and he pulled me down so that I lay down under his shoulder, facing his body with his arm cradling me to him. He rested his hand on my ass and squeezed. I giggled and rested my head on his upper chest and breathed in his scent. He ran his hand slowly up and down my back.

"That was just what I needed." he said.

I felt a flush of pride and happiness. I stared at him adoringly and draped my arm across his torso. I started trailing his muscles with the tip of my finger.

"I'm glad I made you feel good, Ryan."

As my hand wandered it came to rest again on top of his huge cock, now laying soft.

I squeezed it. "Your cock is so fucking massive and sexy."

"Just like the rest of me, right?" He turned and winked at me.

"Right." I said, grinning. "You're incredible."

He continued. "You seemed to enjoy my huge cock, huh?"

"It's beautiful." I said, simply.

"You are beautiful, girl."

I smiled at him, then looked away, embarrassed.

Shit, I thought. How had I let it get this far. This was way out of hand now. Not looking at his gorgeous face or body, I managed to string a few logical words together. "Ryan, I'm glad you enjoyed that, but we can't do it again." I said, still looking away.

Ryan turned my head back with the hand of the arm I was resting in so that I was looking at him

"I'm not the only one who enjoyed it, girl. Also, you're still holding my dick." He laughed and I couldn't help but smile up at him.

He brought me into a kiss. My body pressed into his firm chest and side. My hand left his cock and began roaming over his body again as we continued to make out... and I lost all track of time.