Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2009 14:27:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Drive-In Movie (4)

Drive-In Movie
By
Storyguy22
(4)

  As the summer wore on Rob and Ryan hung out together whenever possible,
and their dalliances with sex continued, albeit at more of an irregular
pace than Rob would have preferred. While Ryan always seemed to enjoy Rob
sucking him off, and he even kind of reciprocated with the occasional hand
job for Robby, his inherently straight leanings seemed to wrought some
level of guilt on him after each event, and Rob sensed a definite increase
in these guilt trips as the summer progressed.
   Rob struggled with his strong desire to initiate sex with Ryan, fearing
that his overdoing it would end it altogether should Ryan feel pressured
when he wasn't in the mood. Rob chided himself, knowing that the
relationship, at least on its sexual level, was pretty much one-way. And
Ryan could even be cruel about it at times, especially if any sort of
stimulates like alcohol or pot were involved. Rob recalled only too well
the few occasions where a less than sober Ryan would become verbally
abusive when he was sucking him, mocking him not in a kind way for his
proclivity for sucking cock, and while it bothered Robby greatly, he found
himself unable to break off that side of the relationship, even though he
was painfully aware of how it belittled him as a person and a friend, no
matter how infrequently it occurred. Deep down Rob knew full well that
friend or not Ryan held some level of disdain for him when it came to his
sexual preferences, and while he never brought it up, it bothered him a
lot.
   These less than happy thoughts rattled around in Rob's mind as he
finished dressing for the party he and Ryan were attending that afternoon,
and as he tried to decide what to wear for the occasion his thoughts turned
to the most recent of less than pleasant events between he and Ryan. It had
been a week ago now, the previous Friday night to be exact. He and Ryan had
hung out at the mall for a while and spent some time playing video games in
the arcade before going to the local hang out for some food. Afterward,
Ryan had driven them out to the lake a few miles from town, and he had
scored a twelve pack of beer from a contact he had who worked in a
conscience store. Parked at a deserted spot at the lake Ryan had consumed
several of the brews to Rob's two, and afterward he had suggested that they
go skinny-dipping, which Robby readily agreed to given that it afforded the
opportunity for them to get naked together, a situation which would almost
surely lead to Robby getting to suck Ryan's cock.
   As predicted, after some dunking and splashing around in the refreshing
water, Ryan had begun to taunt Robby with his very tempting nakedness, and
without much in the way of resistance Rob soon found himself kneeling
before Ryan with that very impressive unit moving in and out of his
drooling mouth while his hand busied itself fondling Ryan's plump
balls. Robby, as usual, loved every second of it until his reverie was
suddenly dampened by Ryan launching once more into one of his guilt driven
surly moods.
   "Jesus, Robby...what a great cocksucker you are...like a natural fag...I
don't get what you love about slobbering over my dick like that, or eating
my jizz, but I'm glad that you do!" he had ranted as he tightly gripped
Rob's head in his hands and sawed his cock into his mouth.
   The biting words hurt Robby, and he hated himself for accepting that
attitude from Ryan, but still he was unable to stop sucking him, the nearly
crushing desire to extract the heavy load of thick cum he knew was eminent
overriding his rational thinking. And as though granting his silent wish
Ryan's cock had bucked in his mouth, and erupted with a torrent of warm and
tart tasting fluid that he quickly gulped down while Ryan had extracted his
spewing erection from Robby's mouth to allow the last spurts to paint his
face, and hair. Ryan watched with glee as his thick ropes of cum streaked
over Robby's face, and he laughed as he said,
   "Oh man...fuck yea...look at you, Dude...like a glazed fucking
donut...sweet!"
   Rob shuddered at the painful recollection, and as he pulled on a pair of
white tennis shorts and a blue Polo shirt he recalled how a half loaded
Ryan had continued his line of cruel comments all the way home, and had
then more less summarily dumped Robby at home as he sped off into the
darkness. Tying his tennis shoes, Rob stood in front of the mirror to
survey his appearance, and he made a face at his reflection as he once more
scolded himself for accepting Ryan's boorish behavior. Sighing heavily, he
told himself for the hundredth time that Ryan didn't mean it, it was just
his own guilt feelings that brought that out in him, and besides, what was
he supposed to do...?...stop sucking his cock...?...NOT!
   Robby walked through the living room just as Ryan pulled into his
driveway, and after calling a goodbye to his Mom, he went outside, and slid
in beside Ryan. He smiled, and watched Ryan give him the once over before
he commented,
   "Nice, Dude...white little shorts...very girly...maybe you'll get lucky
and ping some other faggots radar tonight."
   Frowning, Robby stuck his tongue out at Ryan and replied,
    "Thanks a bunch Dork...you look very studly yourself...and who knows,
maybe I will attract someone who will appreciate my special talents...I
really don't think that you do anymore."
   Ryan chuckled and groped his crotch as he answered,
   "Sure I do, Robby-boy, you suck this bad-boy like a champ, it's just the
afterward part that bums me out."
   Shaking his head, Robby muttered,
   "Fine...so live with it, okay?"  Ryan chuckled, nodding his head, and
then he backed out, and headed to the party.
  A few hours later the party was in full swing, with the overcrowded house
spilling participants outside to the back yard as the raucous crowd danced
wildly to the blaring music and the keg beer flowed like water. Since their
arrival Ryan had mostly ignored Rob, perhaps a lingering attitude from
their mild conflict back in the car, and when Rob watched him swagger over
to refill his cup of beer he shook his head, worrying that Ryan would go
into one of his mean moods again. Ryan spotted him across the kitchen, and
gave him a far too gregarious wink as he openly groped his crotch, and
Robby turned away, mortified that someone would notice the obvious
gesture. He moved outside, and walked over to sit down on a low brick wall
that fronted a flower bed, and he quickly became lost in his troubled
thoughts about Ryan and his behavior.
   A few minutes later his thinking was interrupted when a shadow fell over
his face, and he looked up to see a boy he knew casually from school
standing there, a can of coke in his extended hand. Robby blinked, shifting
his gaze between the offered soda and the cute guy holding it, and when the
guy finally spoke, Rob smiled broadly.
   "Buy you a drink, Sailor?" he asked.
   Still smiling, Rob reached out to take the offered Coke as he answered,
   "Might be the best offer all day...thanks."
   Sitting down next to Robby the boy chuckled, and introduced himself as
Eric, and then he went on to help Rob place him when he offered that they
had shared a science class together at school the past semester. That
determined, the two had a long and pleasant chat about a variety of odds
and ends, and after a half hour or so, Rob felt pleasantly relaxed with
Eric, and Eric apparently felt the same. At one point Eric got up and
walked over to toss his soda can in the trash, and when he sat back down
his smooth bare leg rested against Robby's. Robby felt a stirring at the
contact, but neither boy made any effort to move, so their conversation
continued, and so did the warm contact.
   Later on Robby saw an obviously impaired Ryan emerge from the house and
survey the back yard, probably looking for him. He tensed up, and Eric
quickly caught the reaction as he followed Rob's gaze toward Ryan. Turning
to Rob, he said,
  "Uh-oh...looks like your...date...is packing a load, and looking for
you...I saw you come in together earlier...I don't want to cause you any
problems, Rob, but I'd really love to talk more with you...could I maybe
call you sometime...?...you have a cell number, or text?"
   Rob glanced over at Ryan, and his heart raced as he realized this good
looking boy was interested in him, and he briefly wondered if there was any
chance that Eric was like him...one of...those...us...and as he saw Ryan's
bleary gaze settle on him, he quickly turned to Eric and recited both his
cell and text numbers, and then told him,
   "Me too, Eric, I'd like that a lot...call me, okay?..but I better
go...this can get really ugly when he drinks, you know?"
   Eric nodded his understanding, and then slid the scrap of paper he had
noted Rob's numbers on into his shirt pocket as he stood up. He turned his
back on the approaching Ryan, and said,
   "Cool, Robby...great seeing you, and we'll talk again soon...you going
to be okay with this dude?"
   Rob smiled, unable to stop himself from dropping his gaze to the
intriguing bulges at the front of Eric's shorts as he answered,
   "Great seeing you too, Eric...and yes, it's all good...he's only abusive
in a verbal way...talk to you soon."
   With a final glance at the approaching Ryan Eric nodded and then gave
Robby a wink as he walked off. Ryan walked up and sat awkwardly on the wall
beside Rob, and brazenly dropped a hand onto Rob's bare thigh as he
muttered drunkenly,
   "Hey, Baby-cakes...I think you need to drive me out to the lake where we
were the other day...I definitely need to sober up before I go home...maybe
you'd be up for some of that Dr. Rob's special treatment, too!"
   Glancing quickly around to see who might have overheard, Rob stood up,
and pulled Ryan to his feet as he moved off toward the car, saying,
   "I think that is a great plan, Ryan...you're parents catch you like
this, you're dead."
   After working their way through the still thick throng of partiers, Rob
helped Ryan into the passenger seat, and then he drove them out to the lake
where they parked at the end of the narrow dirt road that went all the way
to the water. Ryan had been quiet during the ride, the alcohol causing him
to doze. As Rob stopped the car and shut it off, he stirred and looked
around at their deserted surroundings.
   "Awesome...alone at last Sweetlips...come on Dude...let's get naked and
swim...I need to shake this buzz." Ryan said as he climbed out of the car
and began taking off his clothes.
   Rob sat behind the wheel for a moment, part of him wanting to join Ryan
in skinny dipping and another part of him questioning his lack of ability
to end what was quickly turning into a bad relationship. With a sigh he
once more gave in to his strong desire to please his tormentor, and he got
out of the car and began stripping as Ryan staggered off naked to plunge
into the lake. Seeing the boy's nakedness caused Rob to forget his
misgivings, and he quickly got naked and hurried to join Ryan in the water.
   Ryan was apparently intent on working off the excess of beer he had
consumed and he basically ignored Rob for a long time as he swam vigorous
laps back and forth. Robby watched his graceful strokes, his swimming
skills obvious despite his altered physical state, and when Ryan showed no
sign of slowing down any time soon, he swam over to some large rocks that
jutted above the waterline. Climbing up, he sat down on the rock and
waited, knowing full well that Ryan would come looking for a different sort
of satisfaction once he had expelled the effects of the alcohol, and also
knowing full well that he would happily deliver it.
   As predicted, Ryan finally wore himself out enough that he stopped his
lap swimming, and when he spotted Robby sitting patiently on the rocks, he
made his way over and climbed up, standing in front of the seated Rob, his
thick cock and heavy balls directly in his face. Grasping the half erect
shaft in one hand he stroked it as he directed the wide knob at Robby's
soft lips, and said,
   "Here's your treat, Robby-boy...go for it...I know you have been without
this big boy too long."
   Once again the words and the tone stung Robby, but as the velvety soft
plum of Ryan's now fully erect cock brushed over his lips, he couldn't stop
himself from sliding his tongue out to lick it all over as his hand came up
to gently cup the dangling ball sack.
   "Oh yea...that's it Sweetlips...lick that cock...suck it...do my
balls...hell yea...do all that, Baby-boy, and I'll give you a nice warm
load to swallow!" Hissed Ryan, his hips bucking forward to drive the wide
erection into Robby's warm, wet mouth.
   Instinctively, Robby eagerly took it in, his mouth forming perfectly to
Ryan's invading meat, and his sucking instincts immediately kicked in as he
began eagerly bobbing over it, his rampant saliva slicking the thick stalk
as it overflowed his crowded mouth. His hand worked at Ryan's full balls,
the fingers probing the tender eggs carefully as his other hand roamed over
Ryan's firm, flat stomach and worked upward to tease at his nipples.
   "Fuck yea...that's so good, Robby...you suck like a champ...makes me so
damn horny...not gonna be long this time, Sugarlips...Daddy's gonna fill
that sweet mouth with a nice hot load!" chanted a huffing Ryan.
   Robby winced at the tirade, but it had zero effect on his sucking, and
he once again hated himself for being so weak as to be totally unable to
stop sucking Ryan despite his verbal abuse. He surprised himself when his
mind suddenly shifted to Eric, and he briefly wondered about his cock, and
how this might be different with someone who was equally into it, but
before he could finish the train of thought his reverie was interrupted by
Ryan suddenly grabbing his head as he drilled his thick cock into his
mouth, gagging him briefly as it throbbed and erupted, jetting several
ropes of warm and salty semen into his mouth, and down his throat.
   Sated, Ryan extracted his spent cock from Robby's mouth, and he reached
down to swipe away an errant ribbon of his cum that drizzled down Robby's
chin. Bringing the coated finger to Robby's mouth, he wiped the creamy
fluid over his puffy lips, and told him,
   "Lick it clean, fag-boy...don't let it go to waste."
   The direction stabbed at Robby's pride, and at his heart, but he
complied, opening his mouth to suck the extended finger clean as Ryan stood
over him, a soft chuckle adding to Robby's wounded pride. Ryan turned away
then, and just before he plunged back into the lake he said over his
shoulder,
   "Nice job as usual, Dude...now come on, let's go...I need to sleep now."
   Rob shook his head, once again filled with that curious mixture of
self-loathing and sexual satisfaction, and he finally stood and dove into
the lake, following Ryan toward the beach, and the car. Dressed, a much
sobered but still slightly surly Ryan took Robby home, and then drove off
without much more than a "see ya." Robby stood in the darkness watching the
tail lights fade from view, and he found his thoughts once more turning to
Eric. Man, he thought, I really, really hope he calls...soon!

(End Part 4)
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