Date: Sun, 16 Feb 1997 10:51:39 -0500 From: Steve WHAT A RIDE! My first submission here is a brief story I wrote a while back while I was Cliffhanger on Compuserve. Hope you like. Warning: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting males. If this type of story offends you, does not appeal to you, or if you are under the age of 18 (or whatever the legal age in your area is) then simply do not read. Comments are always more than welcome, and of course, flames will be ignored. It was the night before the 4th of July and the summer sucked. Here I had just finished my freshman year of high school, saw how all the girls wanted the older jocks, and discovered that no matter how horny I might be, the only release would be jerking off. So my mood was black and blue. And my bonehead move juts hours before didn't help. I heard that one of the girls that everyone lusted over was having a pool party, and I conned my older sister into dropping me off nearby where I thought her house was. Well my sense of direction was way off, and I found myself walking at night down a lonely road, miles away from where I lived. Only a few cars passed by, and I didn't stick out my thumb to hitch a ride; I remembered stories of weirdo killers prowling the roads looking for prey. So what was left but to trudge back home in the worst mood possible. Then came the sound of a stereo blasting Duran Duran, and a pickup truck drove on by. I watched it go, as it wasn't some beat-up piece of shit, but showed by its shiny paint job the owner cared. As I watched, it braked and pulled over onto the side of the road a bit ahead of me. That got me wondering. When I reached it, the music was off and the driver had slid over to open the passenger side door. "Wanna lift? Got a long ways there, guy, before you hit the highway." By the cab light I saw that he was only a few years older than my sister, and would she have wanted to be there in my shoes. He was very good looking, with short dark hair and the whitest teeth I ever saw set in a good-natured grin. Plus he looked as if he had come from that missing pool party, as his upper body was bare and he sat on a beach towel. Even I couldn't help but notice how well built he was; a reminder of how skinny my own body was. Well, since he didn't look like a sicko, and it was a looong walk. I met his smile and jumped in. Once we were back on the road I smelled the suntan lotion and chlorine coming from his skin and decided it wasn't a bad smell. "Listen, the name's Scott." "I'm Tom." "Cool to meet ya. How old are ya Tom?" "Sixteen." A slight lie, as my birthday wasn't for another few weeks. "Well, that's old enough to take one of those beers at your feet. I always say 'If you can pound your pud, you can down a Bud.'" Both of us laughed at that. And I took the beer from the cooler by my feet. Normally I would never think about drinking--I had never touched alcohol before--but Scott was the sort of guy I always looked up to: a jock that seems to have everything going for him. And I wanted this guy to think I was cool. The beer was cold and bitter going down but he nodded in approval of me. When I had finished the can, already a slight buzz was in my brain; weighing nearly 120 lbs made me a light-weight drinker. In fact, when I heard the first explosion, I nearly jumped out of my seat. He stopped the pickup, and I saw the burst of colors in the sky. Someone was lighting fireworks a night early around here. Another loud explosion was followed by a sizzling display of red and orange lights. "What say we pull over and watch the fireworks?" I nodded feeling a little light-headed. Scott drove until he found a clearing near the shoulder of the road and pulled onto the dirt. He then got out of the cab and called over his shoulder for me to bring what was left of the sixpack with me into the pickup's empty bed. I found Scott sitting there, on the spread towel, waiting for me. As he leaned back to watch the sky, I was struck by how good looking his body was. His chest had broad pec muscles with a bit of fine hair traveling down the center to broaden by the waistband of his trunks. His stomach was smooth and a bit sloped, the musculature more natural than worked. As I climbed into the truck bed, he idly stroked his chest. I sat sorta close to him, so I could share the towel. I handed him a beer then took one for myself. As we drank, we looked up to catch every fiery display. The night was turning out better than I had thought. And then I felt something lightly touching the inside of my thigh. I looked down and there was Scott's free hand gently brushing the smooth skin just under my shorts. A shiver went up and down my body, losing itself right in my groin I was shocked to discover. And all of a sudden I was getting a boner. I looked at Scott, who still kept his face turned to the sky, but now the finger began stroking my skin there. My mind reeled in a daze. I had never had anyone touch me like that before, and even though it was another guy, it felt great! Even as I was considering what to do, one of his fingers began to slip inside the cuff of my shorts to brush the jockey's I wore. I nearly jumped! How could something that felt so good be wrong to do, I kept thinking. And since I had been horny for so long, and who knew when I might find someone to screw, I decided to let Scott play around down there a while longer. So I shifted myself so that my legs were spread apart more and his hand could reach deeper under my pants. His touch responded by brushing against the bulge my hard cock made in my underwear. He was now staring at me with a slight grin on his face. I was at a loss at what to do next, but he took care of that. His other hand took hold of mine and guided it to his crotch. There I found a large, very warm hump in his trunks. When I squeezed it, a soft moan escaped his lips. As he drifted around my shorts, I slowly kneeded his groin, wondering at how hard and hot he was, and the reason was me! Then he moved closer, his head dipping down to mine. I shared my first kiss, long and wet as I discovered our tongues were supposed to explore each other's mouth. I had my other hand on his back, which was so smooth, the muscles firm under my touch. And while his right hand never strayed from my crotch, his right began to slide up under my t-shirt. I had to moan as he stroked my chest, gently squeezing my nipples. Then our mouths broke apart and he guided me with his hands to lay down on the towel. He lifted up my shirt and began to roll his tongue down along my chest until he had reached my pants. Slowly as he sucked on my navel, he undid my shorts and pulled them free, my underwear following them. The night air was cool against the heat of my dick, now harder than I had ever thought possible. I ran my hand through his Scott's soft hair as his head drifted further, led by slick lips. When the found my dick, I cried out softly. I had never before imagined anything could feel so good as when he began licking my boner like a popsicle. I was squirming around on the towel from the touch of his tongue on the sensitive tip of my shaft. Then he took all of me inside of his mouth, slowly bobbing up and down like an oil derrick trying to extract my virgin juices from the well. I wanted to howl in pleasure, but instead bit my lip--there was no way I would jeopardize this and risk him stopping. One of his hands began tugging on my balls, making them ache almost deliciously. I felt a tremendous pressure building, one I had known before on lonely nights spent locked in the bathroom. My hands dug into the flesh on his strong shoulders, my back arched to the sky and I shot and shot and let loose my load. His throat took my spray. When I felt the last twitch, he let my slack cock fall from his lips. Then he scooted up to kiss me. A lot of my cum was there on the side of his mouth, and I eagerly licked it clean- -I had done more than dip my toes in the water and found it warm, why not jump in. And so, I help him pull down his own trunks. His cock was more mature, thicker and longer by nearly two inches. A wide patch of curly dark hair encircled it, but his balls had been shaved clear. I was so intrigued by this that I immediately went down and began lapping at the smooth skin around those two orbs. The smell of manhood was strong, more intoxicating than the beer I had drank. And the taste was a bit tart but to my liking. He was moaning, even more so when I took one of his balls deep into my mouth, trying to suck it clear of the sac. I wanted to make him feel as good as I just had. But it was clear than more than paying attention to those balls was necessary. So I turned my attention to his cock. At the end of the thick-veined shaft a drop of clear juice was dangling from the slit. I pressed my tongue there and found the taste even more enthralling. Thick and rich. I probed deeper and sent shivers through his body. Then I began to surround that fine cock with my lips, taking it slowly into my mouth, worried that I might gag, worried that I might scrape him with my teeth. As I gave my first blowjob, there was no sign that I committed any terrible mistake. Scott's breathing became heavy, and I learned the natural rhythm of stroking and bobbing. He began pressing down on my head and started muttering "Suck that cock, yeah... suck that baby." I knew as his ass began to clench and his hips were thrusting into my face that he was ready to come. I was unsure though of a tremendous shoot down my throat and fearful I might choke. So at the last moment, when I felt a pulse up and down his shaft, I lifted my mouth off. And out it came, a white geyser that showered his crotch and stomach. He groaned with the pleasure and the satisfaction a guy gets from watching himself shoot his load. And then before he had a chance to wipe away a single pearly strand, I licked my way across his skin, grooming him clean. We lay there, naked together for a long time under the stars and the fireworks that threatened to outshine them. Often our hands would drift to one another's body. Then, when the last burst was seen, we put-on our clothes and resumed driving. We were quiet, but sat close together, our legs touching. I had another boner, I'm sure he was hard too, but then I wasn't going to press for another such match even though I now saw how much I hungered after guymeat. At the corner of my street he let me out, but before I had closed the door, he took hold of my hand and pressed something into it. For some reason I didn't look until after he had driven off. It was a small piece of stiff paper, a business card. In the dim light from a nearby streetlamp I read a name and phone number. And I knew that, in the future, my weekend nights would not be so lonely anymore.