Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2006 10:31:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Peeking From the Closet (4)

   Suddenly, it got really quiet in the car, and Bobby tucked away his
beautiful cock, and zipped up his jeans. I was very aware of the mess
inside my undies, and equally aware of the aftertaste of Bobby's hot load
in my mouth. I desperately wanted him to say something, anything, to let me
know that we were cool, that it had just sort of happened, and that he
wasn't going to go all freak on me. He looked over at me finally, a kind of
strange look on his face, and I gave him a weak smile. He just continued to
look at me for another minute, then said, "Hey, main-man....how about that
ride home?" I blinked a few time, then realized that a ride home was all
that this was supposed to have been, and mumbled, "Yea, right, you got it,
Dude." I started the car, and pulled back onto the street, quickly covering
the few blocks to Bobby's house.

   As I pulled up in the driveway, I noticed that the house was completely
dark, with only a porch light glowing next to the front door. Bobby
chuckled, apparently having noticed my checking out the dark house, and
said, "Lucky me to be left on my own this weekend, huh, my old man smell me
like this, I'd be, like, grounded for life." I gave a small laugh, as the
thought of my Dad smelling Bobby's cum on my breath flashed through my
mind, and replied, "Yea, well, it could be worse, Dude." He looked at me in
that funny way again, considering my remark, then, apparently caught my
drift, and flashed me the killer smile, saying, "Guess maybe your right,
Ryan." I felt my face glow hot, still pretty uncomfortable with his lack of
any real comment on my recent action. He leaned toward me then, and dropped
his hand on my leg, causing my cock to lurch inside my shorts. "Hey, Ryan,"
he said softly, "It's cool, Bud, I mean, well....shit, man....you really
DID help me out, there...and....well....it's cool, ok?" I nodded, relief
flooding through me, and kind of croaked, "Yea, Bobby....I know....it's
cool with me, too."

   We sat there a minute, or two, that seemed like maybe an hour, and he
gave my leg a squeeze, and looked square into my eyes. I held my breath,
afraid of what was coming next, and he let me suffer another
minute. Finally, he took a deep breath, and released it, then said, almost
a whisper, "Uh, Ry....I....uh....well....oh shit...so....I really, really
need a shower..." I nodded again, and tired to smile, saying, "Yea,
Bobby....true enough....you really, really do!" He squeezed my leg again,
and those haunting eyes held my gaze, as he sighed again, and said, "So,
Dude.....you....um...wanna.... come with me?" I'm not sure which was
stronger, the lurch that my heart did, or the one that my rapidly
stiffening cock did, or maybe they were equal. I blinked, then again, as
Bobby continued to stare into my eyes, then, finally managed to croak,
"Yes." Bobby's eyes stayed with mine another beat, and a smile very slowly
crossed his face, as he uttered just one word, "Awesome." He moved then,
his hand leaving my leg, and I could feel my skin tingling where he had
been touching me. He pushed open the car door, and glanced back at me
again, then said, "So come on, Dude....I gotta get this booze stench off
me." I nodded again, another example of my natural glibness, and got out of
the car.

   We went inside the house, and Bobby locked the door behind us, then, led
me to his bedroom, turning on a few lamps as he went. Once in his room, he
rummaged in a dresser drawer, extricated what looked to be fresh boxers,
than, with a "come with me" nod of his head, headed across the hallway to
the bathroom, me in close tow. Inside the large bathroom, he dropped the
clean undies on the counter, and fished in a drawer for his toothbrush, and
paste. "Freeking mouth tastes like last weeks garbage!" he said, then,
looked at me sheepishly, realizing his small gaff regarding the tastes of
ones mouth at the moment. "The booze, I mean." He added, quickly attempting
correction of the reference to how my own mouth must be tasting. I giggled,
just because it hit me funny, considering that I had about decided I was
never again going to brush my teeth, or do anything that might eradicate
the lingering taste of Bobby. He looked me up and down, then, reached for
the fly of his jeans, opening it, and once more pushing them down his
strong legs. He stepped out of them, and my eyes immediately dropped to
capture the stunning sight of his impressive cock, and plump balls. He
moved to the shower stall, and reached in to start the water flow, as I
drooled over his firm, smooth ass. He turned back, and moved to the sink,
where he filled his brush with tooth paste. He looked at me in the mirror,
and said, "So, Dude...you going to shower in those clothes, or....?" My
cock jumped again, rapidly inflating, and tenting my shorts, as my cheeks
glowed with heat, and Bobby winked at me in the mirror, then, bent forward
to brush his foul mouth, giving me another look at his pretty butt.

   With slightly shaking hands, I pulled off my shirt, dropped it, then got
out of my shorts, and the now sticky undies. My hardon bounced straight out
from my groin, and I watched Bobby in the mirror, as he checked me out,
winked again, and nodded his head toward the now steaming shower stall. I
moved over, and stepped inside, the hot water washing over me, and adding
additional points to my already soaring blood pressure. A few seconds later
Bobby joined me, stepping quickly into the stall, and latching the door. He
turned toward me, and I saw a brief flash of his fully erect cock sticking
out from his dark pubes. He stepped toward me, and our rock hard cocks
brushed against one another, and I moaned from the searing contact. Bobby
slid his arms around me, and pulled me close, our naked torso's mashing
together, and our stiff cocks getting trapped between us. He held me, and
no doubt felt me trembling, and put his soft lips against me ear, saying
softly, "Oh Ryan...dude....it's cool, Bud.....really it is...."

   I shuddered strongly, my senses again gone wild, and my mind a total
mess of emotional messages that were inbound at a rate far too fast for
processing, and I pulled my head back slightly, looking deeply into Bobby's
eyes. He smiled, and gave a tiny nod of his head, as I slowly moved my head
toward him, needing to, and knowing I was going to, kiss his soft, lush
mouth. He tensed slightly for a second, then, relaxed, a low moan escaping
from his chest, as I felt his mouth soften under mine, and open slightly. I
moved my tongue forward slightly, and let the tip graze over his lips, and
he softened some more, allowing me to slide it inside his mouth. I groaned,
as Bobby bumped my tongue with his, and we began dueling them, flooding
each others mouths, and sucking each others tongues. I ran my hand down,
and between us, my fingers finding his rampant cock, and closing around the
thick shaft, as he groaned again, breaking our feverish kiss, and mumbled
my name. I inhaled sharply, my breath ragged in my throat, as I felt his
hand seek, and find, my own throbbing cock, and grip it, moving the skin
back and forth over the steely shaft. "Bobby....oh fuck.....Bobby!" I
croaked, and he stepped back slightly, and reached for the soap. He gave my
cock a few more strokes, as I mirrored the action on his thick meat, and he
said, "Damn, Ryan....this baby is freeking nice, dude!"

   Bobby nudged against me, and I leaned back, my back coming to rest on
the stall wall, as Bobby began a slow leathering of my front side, rubbing
his soapy palms over my chest, and lightly pinching my very erect
nipples. He applied more soap to his hands, and moved lower, passing his
palm sideways across my tummy, and dipping his finger into my navel. I was
panting like a dog on a hot day, as he dipped lower still, his fingers
threading through my pubic hairs, and tugging them gently. I was a mess,
panting, and moaning, my heart hammering at my chest wall, as Bobby
continued, dropping below my rampant cock, and stroking the insides of my
thighs with soapy fingers. I instinctively spread my legs, as he slid
upward, and cupped my hanging balls very gently. My cock jerked strongly,
and for one second I was sure I was going to blow, so intense was the
feeling ripping through me from his touch. "Easy, dude.....easy....!" he
told me, and I groaned again, as he hefted my nuts in his palm, and began
fingering each orb, gently moving them within my sac. "Oh fuck,
yea.....Bobby.....jeez.....!" I chirped, my nerves singing with the new
sensations I was registering. "I know, Ry...fuck...I know...!" he muttered,
and moved his other slippery hand to my throbbing, leaking, cock. He
gripped my shaft, and stroked it, my groans filling the steamy space, as he
moved into a rhythm of steady strokes up and down my drooling cock, all the
while fondling my aching balls with the other hand.

   My knees turned to Jell-O, and I sagged against the cool wall tiles, my
head rolling side to side, and incoherent noises running steadily from my
mouth. My whole body was screaming with sensation, every nerve ending
sending signals of pure pleasure to my overloaded brain, as Bobby stroked
me, rapidly driving me to the abyss. I released a low, deep groan, sounding
like some wounded animal, as I rolled up onto my toes, and felt my balls
turn over in their sac, then, explode. My molten load charged through the
length of my jerking cock, and erupted, long, thick ropes of the stuff
arching across the small divide between us, and painting Bobby's chest, and
smooth tummy, with numerous spatters, that began to run downward in long
streaks. "Agggg, fuuuuuck, Bobby!" I wailed, my hips bucking back and forth
rapidly, as it felt like I would never stop cumming. He slowed, but
continued to milk my wilting shaft, as he released my balls, and slid his
strong arm around me to keep from sinking to the floor. I was shaking all
over, my breath ragged, and gasping, as I gulped in huge swallows of air, a
thousand little lights flashing in front of my eyes. He gave my soft cock
one last squeeze, and released it, stepping back slightly. He looked down
at his well slimed torso, then, looked back up at me, his gorgeous smile
spreading over his very cute face, and said, "Holy shit, Dude, how long you
been saving that up? I looked down at his painted skin, and couldn't help
but giggle, as I looked back into his eyes, and answered, seriously, "Only
forever, Bobby....only all of my freeking life...!" His grin widened, and
he slowly dragged his finger through a track of the slick goo, then, with a
sinister little chuckle, he slid the finger into my willing mouth, and I
instinctively began to suck it. Very softly, he asked, "So Dude....who's
tastes best...hmmm?" I looked straight into his eyes, as I gripped his
wrist, and removed his finger from my mouth, then, answered, "Not really
sure, Bobby....I'm thinking I need to taste yours, again."

   Bobby held my gaze for a heartbeat or two, then, keeping his back
against the shower spray, he put his hands on my shoulders, and gently
urged me downward, saying, "You're totally right, Ryan....we need to be
really sure." I slowly sank to my knees, and found myself at eye level with
Bobby's thick cock, and I felt my mouth water, as I reached out, my fingers
gripping its base, before moving my mouth over the flared, and nearly
purple head, with no hesitation, this time. Bobby let out a deep moan, as I
slid his burgeoning cock into my mouth, until his silky pubic hairs met my
nose. The thick head bumped the back of my throat, and I relaxed it,
letting the spongy tissue enter my throat deeper, and I swallowed several
times, tears flooding into my eyes, as he gripped my head, muttering my
name over and over. I moved my head over his length, his thickness swelling
my cheeks, and lapped at his rock hard shaft with my tongue, as I reached
between his spread legs to capture his swinging balls, and tug on them
gently. "Jesus Ry!" he muttered, and I repeated the deep throat movement,
again swallowing, as his mushroom cap bumped the back of my throat.

   I found a rhythm, sucking Bobby's thick cock with abandon, loving the
feel, and the flavor of it, moving in and out of my drooling mouth, and I
rolled his heavy balls in my fingers, moving my free hand up, to rub across
his tummy and chest, smearing the remnants of my own copious discharge into
his warm, smooth skin. His slim hips moved back and forth, as he matched my
movements, gently humping his turgid meat in and out of my sucking mouth,
and in much too short a time, he released a guttural groan, and his cock
jerked strongly inside my mouth. I felt his balls move in my fingers, and
he made the deep noise again, as his cock erupted, spewing rapid jets of
his frothy cream over my tongue. I gagged slightly with the suddenness, and
the volume, of his eruption, then swallowed several times, reveling in the
pungent flavor of his nectar, and the slickness of it, as it slid down my
throat, time after time. Spent, Bobby slowly folded, and dropped down
beside me, his drained cock slipping from my lips. I snuggled against him,
and licked the soft skin of his neck, as I said, "Yours is way
better....absolutely....yours!" He ruffled my hair, then rolled onto his
back, pulling me with him, as the warm shower spray washed over our now wet
bodies, and said, "Well, lets not decide that yet, Ry.....I mean, hell,
twice is a pretty small sample, don't you think?" I giggled against the
wet, smooth skin of his chest, and replied, "Yea, for sure.....I'm thinking
there needs to be a larger sample.....like,....a whole LOT larger...!"

   We cuddled and touched for a while, recovering some semblance of normal
heart rate, and breathing. Eventually, we managed to actually complete the
shower mission, giggling like school girls, as we soaped each others body,
using the washing as an excuse to further explore our new found
adventure. We toweled each other, then moved naked across the hall to
Bobby's room, and curled together on his bed, both giving in to the need
for a nap.

(To Be Continued)
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