Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2006 14:06:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Peeking From the Closet (11)

   I actually did know about this place on the river, maybe twenty miles or
so north of town. It was primarily a summer resort kind of place comprised
of several small cabins that were kind of scattered along the river bank,
and one bigger building that housed about eight motel-like rooms. The rumor
was that the owner was more interested in money, than in what actually went
on behind the closed doors of his rental units, and there was a famous
story around school about how a bunch of last years graduating seniors had
rented the larger of the cabins, and partied on, big time. The story had
gained near-legend status, with various accounts of the drinking, doping,
and sexing that had allegedly occurred over that infamous weekend at the
resort. Tim said it sounded perfect, and, with a slightly lecherous wiggle
of his eyebrows, told me stop at the drug store on the north end of town. I
parked, and he went inside, returning shortly clutching an ominous looking
bag. Oh jeez, I thought, oh, jeez!

   He climbed into the car, and leaned over the console, dropping his hand
into my swollen lap, and groping my hard cock. "Now, let's go check out
this place, Ryan......and....hurry, OK?" I shivered, his grip on my cock
sending all kinds of chills up and down my spine, but quickly nodded, and
got back onto the hiway, headed north. Tim kept rubbing, and squeezing my
cock as I drove, and it was making me crazy with lust, as my mind raced
with a million scenarios of just what was about happen. Finally, I grabbed
at his groping hand, and pulled it off my tented crotch, and told him, "Oh
man, you better chill with that, Dude, or I'm going to end up with
seriously slimed undies!" He chuckled, but settled back into his seat, as
he mumbled, "Uh huh...all that, and so much more!" I shivered again,
letting my mind once more fill in the blanks of his meaning, and I became
acutely aware of the wetness of my briefs.

   We reached the riverside Shangri-La, and I eased into the parking lot, a
fair distance from the office. Tim had decided that he should go in alone,
and see about getting us a room, or whatever, without the old dude who ran
the place seeing me up close. Even though his reputation was pretty loose,
Tim didn't want him figuring me for being underage, and making it more
difficult for him to obtain the rental, so I sat in the car, my cock so
hard that it very nearly hurt where it poked at the stiff denim of my
jeans. I really wanted to adjust its position, but was actually afraid that
if I so much as touched it, it might just go off. I suddenly realized that
I was breathing in these tiny, and rapid little intakes of air, and I could
literally feel my heart beats in my chest, and I inhaled a deep gulp of
air, holding it, then, letting it out slowly. Man, I thought, I am, like,
nervous as a cat in a room full of rockers. It wasn't so much that I was
nervous about what was happening, I wanted that more than anything, it was
just that the deliberate steps it was taking to get us there, was quite a
leap from my more spontaneous experiences of the last few days. Quite a few
barriers had fallen rather quickly for me, and somehow, I just knew that a
few more were about to crash, as well. That, I decided, was exactly the
problem, it was the wanting, and the damned waiting, that was making me
jumpy. This must be how a virgin bride feels, as the limo pulls away from
the wedding reception, whisking her to her bridal bed. I broke my reverie,
and felt my cock throb even harder, as I spotted Tim walking toward the
car, twirling a key in his hand. He slid into the car, a Cheshire-cat like
grin on his cute face, and said, "The cabin down on the end, there,
Ryan....number seven, in case you're superstitious!" I giggled nervously,
and steered the car toward cabin seven.

   I parked on the far side of the small cabin, putting the building
between the car, and the hiway, just on the outside chance any of my
friends happened by and recognized my car. It's a pretty small town, and I
really didn't need to field any questions about what I was doing here at
the infamous resort. Tim grabbed his small drugstore bag, and we opened the
door, and I crossed one more threshold in my life. Inside, Tim pushed the
door closed, and locked it, then, slipped his arms around me, pulling me
close to him, as he leaned back on the door. My rock hard cock pressed
against his thigh, and I could feel his own poking at my abdomen, as he
covered my hungry mouth with is own, his tongue invading my open mouth. We
kissed, our tongues lashing back and forth together, and his hands moved
over my back, then, down, to cup the cheeks of my butt. He broke the kiss,
and nuzzled my hair, as his hands gripped the melons of my ass, and I
humped my erection against his thigh.

   After some soft moaning and huffing, he let go of my butt, and slid his
hands up under my tee shirt, his fingers moving over my bare chest, and
nipples, sending chills down my spine. "Lift up your arms, Babe." He said,
and I did it, as he dragged the shirt over my head, and dropped it to the
floor. He pushed me away slightly, and I watched his lust filled face, as
he let his eyes roam over my bare torso. His hand moved over my chest, the
fingers tweaking my small nipples into stiffness as he watched, and he
mumbled softly, "Oh yea....so smooth and pretty....you're so perfect,
Ryan." I shuddered, my nipples sending small electric jolts straight to my
balls every time he moved his fingers over them, and I felt my knees
shaking, as I held onto his broad shoulders. His free hand slid down over
my stomach, and I started slightly at the contact, another jolt of
electricity stabbing at my balls. He ran his fingers softly over my lower
tummy, moving them from side to side, creating a constant series of small
jolts in my tingling balls. His fingers fumbled with the button of my
jeans, and he got it open, before sliding my zipper all the way down. My
jeans gapped open, and his fingers slipped inside, then, down, and over my
rampant cock. I groaned, and he closed his fingers around my rock hard
shaft, moving it up and down slightly, as I groaned again, seriously afraid
I would cum inside my very damp briefs.

   He seemed to sense my eagerness, and he let go of my cock, dropping his
fingers lower, to gently push my aching balls around inside my snug sac. He
kind of sagged his body lower against the door, and I groaned, as his warm,
wet tongue suddenly flicked at my right nipple, light little flicks back
and forth over the firm little nub. He moved, and licked at my left nipple
then, and I groaned again, as he captured it in his lips, and sucked it
gently. "Oh God....Tim....oh, man...!" I uttered, my fingers twining into
his soft hair, as he moved across my chest, licking and sucking my nipples,
all the while jostling my balls with the other hand. Suddenly, he was gone,
and I started, desperate to feel his lips on me again, and I realized that
he had dropped to his knees. I held onto his head with both hands, as he
tugged my jeans down my legs, and lifted my feet to remove them. He pushed
my jeans away, and I felt his hands moving up the insides of my thighs, my
skin suddenly hot, and tingling, as he slowly moved his fingers over my
thighs between my knees, and my overcharged balls. He leaned back slightly,
and I looked down, watching him, as he gazed hungrily at my granite hard
cock throbbed obscenely against the front of my small briefs. "Oh fuck,
Ryan!" he muttered, "Jesus....so damn sexy....so hot....!" I reflexively
flicked my hips slightly, my cock scant inches from his sweet face, and I
groaned, as he leaned forward, and closed his warm, moist mouth over my
cotton covered erection. "Ummm....oh....!" I sputtered, feeling the heat
from his breath warming my pulsing cock, and groaned even louder, when he
moved lower, and captured my plump ball sac in his open mouth. His warm
breath flooded over my balls, and I felt dizzy, so intense were the new
sensations that he was providing.

   He moved again, and I felt his fingers grab at the elastic of my briefs,
as he pulled them away from my body, then, down, as he slid the small
garment off my legs, and feet. My steely hard cock sprang free of
confinement, and poked straight out from my groin, nearly stabbing Tim in
the eyes, as he lifted his head back to center. He looked up at me, my eyes
briefly locking with his, then he lowered his hungry gaze to my boner, and
I saw his tongue pass over his lush lips. "Oh, Ryan...baby.....so fucking
perfect....beautiful...!" he mumbled, and I flexed my cock, watching, as it
danced enticingly in front of his face. He just stared at it, not moving at
all, and several seconds ticked away, then, he moved his head forward,
until his soft tongue lapped over the leaking head of my cock. I groaned,
my balls jolting strongly, and he licked me again, before closing those
velvet soft lips behind the head of my dripping tool. He sucked gently, as
he moved his head forward, slowly, Jesus, so damn slowly, taking the length
of my cock inside his warm, wet, mouth. "Unggg.....fuck.....!" I growled,
and Tim moved that magic mouth back and forth on me, sucking me, as his
tongue twirled against the underside of my shaft. His hands moved, one
going to my gently swinging ball sac, and cupping it gently, as the other
hand moved behind me, and rubbed over the globes of my ass. I bit my
tongue, willing myself not to explode, as Tim continued sucking me out of
my mind, and working my balls, and my ass. I gasped loudly, when I felt his
fingers dip into the cleft of my ass, and move deeper, until his finger
prodded at my tight pucker. He probed firmly against it, and moved his
fingertip in tiny circles against it, and I pushed myself up on my toes,
small, and very bright lights popping in front of my eyes.

   Just when I was sure I couldn't stop myself from blowing, Tim suddenly
stopped, and rose quickly to his feet, scooping me up in his arms, and
carrying me over to the big bed in the center of the room. He laid me on
the bed, and stood looking down at me, as he quickly got naked, and stepped
up to the edge of the bed. I gazed at his incredible body hungrily, and
rolled onto my side, my hand going out to grip his thick manhood. I stroked
the turgid stalk a few times, as Tim thrust his slim hips forward at me,
and I stuck out my tongue to lick the smooth head of his cock. He groaned,
and I quickly slid the whole thing into my hungry mouth, his awesome taste
flooding my senses, as I felt the spongy soft head bump my throat. Oh man,
this was it, I thought, this, is what I was born for. I sucked him
hungrily, drooling from the corners of my stuffed mouth, and tugged at his
big balls with my fingers. I could taste his slightly bitter precum oozing
over my tongue, and it only made me want more, the real deal. I swallowed
his entire length, the thickness of it puffing out my cheeks like a
squirrel, and his hands gripped the sides of my head. I felt his shaft
spasm slightly, and more of his acrid fluid entered my mouth, and I
swallowed around the fleshy tube that filled my mouth. Tim backed away, and
pulled my head off his heavy cock, then, dropped onto the bed beside me,
holding me, as he rolled onto his back, and pulled me on top of him. I
nuzzled into him, my aching cock pressed against his, and his hands gripped
the twin globes of my ass once more. We humped against each other, both
lost to the passion, and I lowered my face to kiss him. Our tongues invaded
each others tonsils, as we gurgled and made funny groans against each
others mouths, and he jostled under me a little. I heard the sound of the
paper bag, as he fumbled with it, and its contents, his tongue still buried
inside my mouth. Our mixed saliva wet our mouths, and chins, and drooled
down onto his chest, and I felt his hands back on my ass. He squeezed my
firm cheeks, and ran his fingers inside my crack, once more touching my
core. I groaned around his tongue, as he separated my cheeks with his
fingers, spreading me, and working his fingertip over my little hole.

   Suddenly, he rolled me off him, and pushed me onto my stomach, as he
rolled half on top of me, scooting lower. I yelped, as he gently nipped at
my butt with his teeth, then, licked me all over. I groaned, blown away by
the sensation of him licking, kissing, and nibbling all over my ass, and
gasped loudly, when his wet tongue suddenly pushed into my crevice, and
stabbed directly at my little pucker. "OH....shit.....ohhhh.....!" I cooed,
my mind reeling with the realization of what he as
doing...licking...me...oh God....licking....tonguing....my....asshole....!
Fuuuuuuck.....that is fucking unreal....incredible...Jesus....! My mind
raced, and Tim continued his unbelievable magic on my most private spot. He
hooked an arm under me at my waist, and lifted, so that I pulled my knees
up some, under me, and I felt his fingers grip my ass, spreading me open,
as he once more drove his tongue against my hole, then harder, until it
suddenly broke through the resistance, and slid inside me. I grabbed at the
bedspread with my fists, my mind spinning from the unreal sensations, at
the very idea of it, as Tim drilled that tongue into me, moving it in and
out, as his hand closed around the hanging ball sac between my legs. I
groaned, over and over, my blood pounding so hard at my temples that I
worried they might explode.

   He tongued me a while longer, and I felt my aching cock awash in a
veritable pool of my drooling precum underneath me, then, he withdrew, and
I felt the wetness of his tongue once again lap at my upturned butt cheeks,
and the backs of my thighs. My whole body was one huge sensation, singing
with feelings I'd never imagined, and I yelped slightly, when I suddenly
felt something cool, and wet, cover my wrinkled opening. "Easy,
Babe.....just stay like that...!" Tim muttered, and I felt his fingers, wet
now, slip back inside my cleft. I shuddered, as he flicked the fingers over
my core, and again, then, pressed into me, as he said, very softly, "Relax
now, Ryan.....just....relax it all.....go all soft for me, Babe....!" I
shuddered again, and exhaled all of my wind into the pillow, as his
finger....oh Jesus...his
finger...pressed....again....harder....oh.....fuuuuuuck.....aggg....in
me....shit....his.....finger...is....ummm....fucking.....IN ME....! I
thought...holy shit....aggg...hurts some....jeez......ahhhh....my mind
spinning, as Tim slowly, and steadily, worked his finger inside my scalding
asshole. "Oh yea, babe....good....yes.....oh God....yesss...." he chanted,
and I felt his finger sink deep inside me, then stop. I panted into the
pillow, making weird gurgling sounds, as he wiggled the finger inside me,
then slowly, oh fuck, slowly, withdrew it. He paused again, then, slid the
whole thing back into me once more. Oh man....ok....jeez....better
now....kinda....good, actually....I
thought....amazing....really...fucking.....amazing....! He worked in and
out, finger fucking me into a lather, as sweat ran off of my forehead, and
I uttered a steady chant of gurgles. "Good....oh yea.....now.....here...."
he muttered, and suddenly his finger probed over....something...oh
shit....that's....just....too....fucking.....MUCH!" I shouted at myself in
my head, as my balls lurched so strongly, I thought for sure I had ruined
them, and my cock literally erupted, untouched, spewing what felt like a
quart of my molten cum all over the bed beneath my shaking body.

   Tim stayed with my orgasm, his finger just continuing to rub that spot
inside me, as I convulsed a half dozen strong jets of cum, then, collapsed
totally, spent, and shaking all over. I felt him slip his finger out of me,
and suddenly I felt empty, and cold, and I wanted it back. "Oh my God!" I
stammered loudly, gulping in air, as the sweat poured off me, "What the
fuck....was....that?" I hissed, incredulous that anything could be
so....total...so....jeeez....so......WOW! Tim planted several small, wet,
kisses on my ass cheeks, then slid up to lie beside me, his arm going over
my back to hold me, and replied, "That, my incredible, sexy, boy......is
merely a....warm up....a teaser.... Of more....to come!" I shuddered, my
mind reeling with the possibilities of.....more?....holy....shit!

(To Be Continued)
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