Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2008 12:43:03 -0800 (PST) From: Mark Stephens Subject: Ricky is Hot! 3 I have received a great response to this story and know I will keep it going a little longer than I had planned. Your encouragement will push me further, tell me what you would like to see and maybe it will happen. You guys are all Hot! I am getting worked up thinking of us all sitting in front of our computers stroking away in passion, enjoying a story and dreaming of times past or yet to come (yes, pun intended). If you readers demand more, maybe a sequel will be in order. "Without a second thought, we both run out of the woods and into the water on the far side of the island. Ricky asks what we should do if a boat comes around and spots us, especially if it's a boat full of girls. I tell Ricky that if a boatload of girls comes around the island we should back up into the shallow water and let them see our cocks; then we should kiss each other to let them know that see can see our cocks, but they can't have them. Ricky thinks that is hilarious, I look at Ricky and smile; God, Ricky is hot!" Part 3 -- Meeting the In-laws With no boatloads of guys or girls in sight, Ricky and I head back into the woods and recover our swim suits. After pulling our trunks back on, we share one last kiss and holding hands we wade back out into the lake. When the water gets chest deep we separate and beginning swimming back toward the raft. We agreed to stop at the raft for a couple of minutes and then resume our swim to the beach. While the whole trip is a decent distance, neither of us have that much trouble with it. As a member of the high school swim team, Ricky has little trouble with the endeavor. Although not on the swim team, I ran cross-country and track and easily have the endurance. Reflecting on the fact that my running background allows me to stay with Ricky, I quickly decide that I will try out for the cross-country team in college this fall. I hadn't planned on it, but I like being in shape and I also like the thought of perving all the other guys in the shower. Around 25' ahead of me I see Ricky climbing up on the raft -- God, what an ass on the kid. I know I have it bad, I like his body, I like his free spirit attitude, and I like my hot Ricky. I quickly pull myself up the ladder on to the raft and sit down opposite Ricky. We are both reclining, using our elbows for support so we keep eye contact. Ricky pushes his feet up against mine and begins to play footsy with me. I guess we are playing footsy, I am not sure I know exactly what that is, but I decide that playing around with foot contact in a flirtatious manner is playing footsy -- works for me. I look over at Ricky's feet and I want to lick them and suck his toes. Where did that come from? Never before do I remember wanting to do something, with sexual overtones, to someone's feet, especially to another boy. I am learning a lot about myself today. If I thought about this too hard it might freak me out. But, I have decided not to think about it, I want to just try and enjoy it. The feeling is great, this must be the feeling someone gets when they first try drugs. No wonder it is hard to stop using drugs, I know it would be hard to stop this with Ricky. Neither Ricky nor I have a watch on, but from the way the sun is slowly sinking in the western sky, we both know it is getting late. Ricky announces that we had better go or he may miss the last bus. I ask him where he lives and he tells me. Ricky lives about 15 or 20 minutes from my house, so I happily announce that I will drive him home. We both get up and dive off the raft in a race for the beach. As expected, Ricky wins the race and refuses to let me forget it as we head to the locker room. Once inside we head in different direction to find our lockers. There are rows of small lockers, each with a basket for your clothes and a lock to secure everything. The key for the lock is on a heavy duty elastic band you slip around your wrist or ankle. Ricky and I both had our keys secured around our ankles. I throw my foot up on the bench, remove the key and unlock my locker. After retrieving my towel I lock up my clothes and head to the open showers. Ricky is already in the shower room, so I take the shower head next to him. We each let the water cascade down over our teenage bodies and then reach down to strip off our trunks and rinse them in the shower spray. Hooking our suits over the shower faucets, we continue to let the water rinse out bodies. We didn't bring soap; the shower is really just a rinse. The lake is clear and there is no chlorine present, so we are not trying to remove sludge or chlorine pool odors. Trying to keep our cocks in check we avoid looking directly at each other. However, we each know the other is there and we know what each other's naked body looks like, so we are both about half erect. There are two 11 or 12 year old boys across from us and one points toward us and yells out "Hey Jimmy, look at the queers with their boners pointing at each other. Do you think they are going suck each other off?" They thought it was great fun and I was embarrassed, but Ricky, ever the aggressive guy he is, yells out "you like what you see? You guys want to suck us off? Come on Jimmy you know you want to." Now it is our young friends turn to get embarrassed. They turn off the water, grab their towels and make a hasty retreat. Ricky laughs and we both decide it is time to dry off, change and head out. Ricky and I jump in my car and headed out down the highway. We talk about guys we know from high school and speculate on which ones we think might be homos. We also fantasize about guys we wished were queer and wistfully hoped might be actually queer. As we got closer to Ricky's neighborhood I got anxious. I was afraid if I didn't do something or say something Ricky might just walk out of my life and I definitely didn't want that to happen. Today had been one of the best days of my life and I know that it could get even better. "Hey, Ricky, do you want to go to the drive-in Saturday night?" Ricky laughed and said "are you asking me out on a date"? I flushed slightly, I have gone out with the guys many times and we just asked each other if they wanted to go to a movie, a game, out to eat, to the mall, to the lake, or whatever. That's what I was asking, wasn't it or was Ricky right? Was I actually asking him out on a date? The more I thought about it the more I like the idea. "Yah Ricky, I am asking you out on a date. Do you want to go on a date with me?" At this point we were both slightly flushed, smiling like idiots and hard as a rock. Finally, Ricky laughs and says, "Ok, I'll go out on a date with you, but you are going to have to buy me a meal and pay for the movie." Now I am laughing." Ok, Ricky I'll buy your food and pay for the movie, but you are going to have to put out for me!" "You got a deal Mark!" We both giggled as I turned down his street. I stop in front of Ricky's house and snake my hand over to cover his hand and tell him I am looking forward to our date. He says he'll call me tomorrow night to confirm everything. He jumps out of the car and runs into his house. I pull out and head home on cloud nine. Saturday night I shower and dress in my best casual outfit. I don't have to shave, even on a semi-regular basis, but I splash on some after shave. Yesterday I bought the new "Hi Karate" after shave and cologne. I liked their TV commercial so I thought I would try it. I leave the house quickly, just calling out that I was leaving. I didn't want to have to explain who I was going to meet up with. I liked Ricky and hoped that this relationship would continue, but it had a lot of potential to be a major embarrassment. Having escaped my parents, my next hurdle would be Ricky's parents. Would he be watching for me and run out when I pull up or was I going to have go up and ring the door bell. It is still considered impolite to pull up front and blow the horn, even if it is just a group of guys heading out to cruise around downtown. I pull up in front of Ricky's house and shift to neutral, waiting to see if he is going to come out -- nothing. Shit! I know I am going to have to go up and ring the door bell. I bite the bullet, turn off the engine and head to the front door. As I reach the door, Ricky opens it and holds it wide open and says that I have to meet his parents. I note that he is dressed like me and smells of "Old Spice". I feel slightly nervous, but try to affect my best "Eddie Haskell" persona. A thought passes through my overactive brain -- I feel like I am meeting my in-laws, am I sick or what? Ricky and I keep up the fiction that we knew each other from high school, bumped into each other at Indian Lake and decided to go to the drive-in to see "The Bridge on the River Kwai". We didn't actually know each other in high school, but we did actually bump into each other at Indian Lake. As far as the movie is concerned, we would have gone to the drive-in even if it "Snow White" was playing; we wanted to be alone, in the dark, and in my car, so that we could get our rocks off with each other. Finally, we were released by Ricky's parents with the admonition that he was due home no later than 12:30. We quickly exited the house, jumped in my car and slowly drove down the street until we were far enough away from Ricky's house that his parents wouldn't see me shift into 3rd and fly down the road toward the Starlight Drive-in Theater. Ricky and I were both a little giddy as we razzed each other about our "after shave". "You look nice baby, but that "Old Spice" is so old fashion." Ricky piped in with "I'd be embarrassed if I were you, going to college wearing after shave, but you don't even shave. Do you even have hair on your balls little boy?" I laughed, Ricky was one of the few people who could certified that I did have hair on my balls. "I guess you will have to examine my balls tonight to see if I have hair or not." That brought a giggle out of Ricky. I loved Ricky's giggles and the look on his beautiful face when he was in a giddy mood. I was happy just being around him. I turned off the main road and made it around the corner toward the drive-in entrance. Oh shit, there was a major line leading toward the box office. There two lines of cars, side-by-side, inching toward the box office. Ticket sellers were counting heads and totaling up the bill. One dollar per person, no, damn this film was a blockbuster film so the price was $i.50 per person. A few drive-ins were charging by the car, but this was one of the theaters still charging by the head. But, my biggest concern wasn't the price, but rather whether there would be enough empty spaces to park far enough away from other cars to get hot and heavy with Ricky. God, how I wanted to get it on with Ricky; I had jerked off 2 or 3 times a day waiting for tonight. Waiting for what? I am not sure but I know I would like him to suck my cock. But if he jerked me off I would be happy. Would I suck his cock? Yah, I think that would be sexy. Would he think I was a slut? I don't know. I guess I'll have to play this by ear. Before we go out on a second date we need to talk about our expectations. A second date; this is a date isn't it. God, I am so screwed up, but I like it. Shouldn't I be dating girls? I guess so, but damn he sets me on fire! What a screwed up world, if another guy turns you on shouldn't that be OK? I think it should be, but I guess it isn't. If it was OK I wouldn't be worried about people seeing me with Ricky. Well I don't mean seeing me with Ricky, I mean seeing me with Ricky parked out in the backend of the drive-in movie theater. How do you explain that one? Shit, just shut up and enjoy the evening. As I maneuvered around looking for a parking spot where we would not be conspicuous, but still not close enough to other cars so that we would be caught having sex, Ricky decided he was going to get the night started by massaging my cock through my pants. I quickly reached my full height and started pumping pre-cum into my boxers. Ricky wanted more direct contact, so he lowered my zipper and reached into my pants and through the opening in my boxers. I gasped and then moaned when he grabbed my cock and slowly started stroking me. How I love this boy, my Ricky is so hot! To be continued... Have you ever gone to a drive-in theater? Have you ever had sex with another guy at a drive-in? Tell us about it. I guess air conditioning helped ruin the drive-ins. Do you wish drive-in theaters would make a comeback? Have you ever met the parents of a guy you were going out with and felt like you were meeting your in-laws? How many times a week do you jerk-off reading these stories? For you guys under 25, how many times a night do you jerk-off reading these stories? OK, for you horny sluts over 25, how many times tonight did you jerk off reading stories on Nifty? When you ask another gay guy to go out somewhere, like a movie, do you think of it as a date or just a night out with a friend? What is the best date you have had? What is the most unusual date? Oh, I guess we would all love to hear about your dates from hell, it might make us all feel better about our dates from hell.