Company Camping Trip

“You’re falling for me, too.  I can tell,” said Ryan.

“I’m going to have to be careful,” I whispered.

“Why’s that?” he asked.

“It looks as though you can read my mind.”

Ryan had the cutest little chuckle.  I held him tightly, and we fell asleep as the wind picked back up.

A pounding at the door woke me.  Ryan rolled over and smiled.  I hope he slept better than he would have in that tent.  I grabbed my robe from the hook and looked out the window.  All I saw was white.

I cracked the door a little, and a bitter cold bit my hand and legs.  I saw a figure and opened a little more.  It was still snowing, and Mr. Sayer was standing outside.  

“Get in here,” I said.  Geez, it’s cold.  

He stood on the step and shook before stepping inside.  “I’ve got Ryan’s bag, the one with his clothes.”

I pulled the door closed behind him.  “Let me put on some coffee.  Or would you prefer cocoa?  I’ve got both.”

“Dad?”  Ryan appeared in his underwear and one of my t-shirts.

“I brought your clothes.  And Armstrong, you don’t need to be nice to me.”

“But he is nice, Dad.”

I started the coffee and made some toast.

“So, Ryan.  How does it feel to be a man?  Do you feel grown-up, or just sore?”

“Huh?”

I turned to him; how could this be Ryan’s father?  “We didn’t fuck, Mr. Sayer.  We barely know one another.  We like each other.  This wasn’t a hook-up.”

“Why are you so angry with Joseph, Dad?  He didn’t hire himself over you.”

“Because he’s a teenager doing a better job than I ever could have.  Do you get it?  I worked really hard to get where I am, and I wanted a little more, and he came without working and took it.”

“Remember what you told me when I didn’t make the captain of the soccer team?  You said the best player isn’t always the best leader.”

“Yeah,” his father answered, “well, it looks as if I’m neither in their eyes.”

I gave each of them a cup of coffee.  “Milk, or anything?”  Take your coat off and sit down, please.  Here’s the toast, and the jam's right here.  Anyone want eggs?”

Ryan stood back up.  “I want some, but I want to make them.”

“He does make the best eggs.”

“Have at it,” I said.  “The pan’s in that drawer.”  I took his place at the table.  “Sir, I’m not supposed to tell anyone this.  There’s a restructuring that’s going to happen at the first of the year, and they’re getting ready for it.”

“Fuck,” I heard him say under his breath.

“Well, hell, I’ll just start calling you Pessimistic Pam.  Now, shut the hell up and listen to me.  They’re making a position called VP of Texas Operations to oversee our division and the instruments division.  The R&D department is being folded into whichever division is best for them.  I understand the four positions being eliminated have people in them who are being transferred to Atlanta.”

“Are we losing anyone?  I don’t want any of our people to be let go.”

“No one’s being let go.  Not from our team, anyway.  There’s an opening for the VP position.”

“Are you moving up?” Sayer asked me.

“No.  I’m not a fit for it,” I told him.  “But I think you are.  I was asked if anyone in my department could handle the leadership difficulties that the job presented.  I’ve seen you working with everyone.  I told them that you were the only one I’d be willing to work for.”

“You said that?  After everything?”

Ryan put two plates of scrambled eggs down in front of us.  “Don’t you feel bad about telling him not to get me knocked up?”

“Maybe I did let my anger cloud my judgment.  With regards to my job, that is.  I still don’t want you having sex, Ryan.  You’re still my little boy.  And you’ve only known him for a day.”

“Grandpa knew when he saw Grandma.  He said he saw her and he knew.  Married seventy-two years.”

“That’s true,” said Sayer.

“I know what he felt,” said Ryan.  I saw the two of them give knowing looks to one another.  “And I’ll always be your little boy, even when I’m old.”

Ryan’s dad stood up.  “I did raise you to make good decisions.”  He looked over at me.

“Thanks, Mr. Sayer.”

“It’s time to call me Roger.”

“Thanks, Roger.  Please don’t tell anyone that I told you.”

“I won’t, Joseph.  By the way, they expect us to be snowed in until Wednesday.”

“I’ve got plenty of food,” I told him.  

He nodded as he headed out into the cold.   I closed the door, turned, and faced Ryan.  He took his last bite of eggs.  “You make eggs-cellent scrambled pre-born chicken,” I told him.

He smiled.  “I need my morning shower.  Come scrub my back.”

“I think I know where this is leading,” I told him.

“Yeah?  It’s leading to the bathroom.”  He took my hand and once we were in the bathroom, he squirted some body wash on me and rubbed it around my chest.

“You know, that works better if you add some water.”

“Shut up.  I’m in charge.  He tossed the t-shirt through the sliding door and onto the bed then snaked out of his underwear.  His hard cock glistened with precum.  He wet his hand in the sink then rubbed up against me.  Using his left hand, he scrubbed my chest; with his right hand, he held my cock.

It wasn’t so much that my cock was being held or that my nipples were getting teased.  It was because it was Ryan.  I watched his face.  He was right; sometimes you just know.  I reached in and turned on the shower.  I bent forward and kissed him.

We rinsed the soap away, dried off.  Ryan anxiously pulled me back to the bed.  “It felt so good with your tongue, but I want you to make love to me with this.”  He brought his finger from my balls along the bottom of my shaft.  My dick jerked in response.  

I began to kiss, tongue, and suck the area just below his ear.  His cock hardened; I could feel it growing between us.  He bent his head and licked my chin, and it was as if he pushed my ‘on’ button.  I had an immediate desire to stick my dick in him and fuck him until he screamed.  I wanted him.

I pushed him back on the bed.  “Fuck, Ryan, you should not have done that.  I lifted his legs and spread them so I had a full view of that little pink hole.  I leaned forward and shoved my tongue into it.

His hands grabbed my head, and he pulled me tightly against him.  “Fuck, Joseph, yes.  Stick your tongue in there.  Get me ready.”  He began to sob.  “Take me dammit.  Fuck me.”

I pulled back and let go of him.  I was like an animal.  I reached behind the pillows and pulled out the lube I’d hidden there for my self-pleasuring routines.  I emptied some onto my dick.  I wasted half of it.  I put some in my hand and rubbed it over his ass before shoving a finger inside him.

“Don’t fucking tease me.  I want your dick in me.”

I pushed two fingers in him.

“Oh, fuck.”

“And that’s only two fingers,” I said smugly.

“Just fucking stick your dick in me.”

“No way, baby, this ass has to last me another eighty years.”

“I knew  you loved me.”

“With my whole heart,” I said.  Then I pushed three fingers into him.  He gasped, and I began to massage his prostate.  His dick began to bounce; I reached down and grabbed my dick and as soon as I slipped my fingers out, I slid my dick in.  I covered his mouth with mine as I humped him.  His eyes rolled back, and he smiled as I moved in and out.  It wasn’t long before I felt a blast of cum hit my chin.  He’d ejaculated just from my fucking him.  I shot my load deep into him and held him tight.  His body was folded at his hips, his calves rested on my shoulders; my dick still throbbed inside him.

Ryan looked at me.  “How did it feel taking my cherry?”

“I liked it,” I told him.  “Did you like it?”

“I’m trying not to think about how many guys you must have fucked to get that good,” he replied.

“What?  That was my first time.”

“Then you must have watched a lot of videos.”

“I’ve never watched porn.  I did read a book about it once.”

“That was from a book?”

“Mostly.  The guy in the book only used two fingers.  But remember, I’m really smart, so I calculated that three would be better considering the size of my dick.”

“Do you realize how arrogant that sounds?”

“No,” I answered honestly.

Ryan started laughing.  The vibrations of his laughter made my dick stiffen.  It had never gone completely soft.  “Is that your penis?”

“It’s our penis.  I’m sharing it with you.”  I started to move in and out again.

Ryan kissed me gently.  Then he licked my chin again.  His ass was going to regret that he did that.