Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2006 13:33:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ryan's Impulse (19)

   All good things must end, or at least pause, and the heavenly scents of
Mom's pot roast was beginning to waft throughout the house, even getting
Ryan and Rick's attention. Somewhat reluctantly, Ryan stopped fondling
Rick's cock, and the two boys got cleaned up, dressed, and headed off to
join the parents for dinner.

   The meal, as always, was both delicious, and plentiful, and the
conversation was equally pleasant, with Ryan's parents treating Rick pretty
much as a part of the family, so familiar was his presence at their
table. The meal complete, the boys pleased Ryan's Mom no end when they
volunteered to be the clean-up crew, giving Ryan's parents some quiet time
together as they enjoyed their traditional after dinner liquors in the
living room. Once the kitchen had been restored to order, the boys joined
the parents, and they chatted for a while, with the TV playing in the
background. Eventually the boys found the heavy meal was breeding
drowsiness, and decided to go outside, and work off some calories by
shooting hoops in the driveway.

   Outside, engaged in a somewhat furious set of one-on-one, Rick paused,
his gaze fixed in the direction of his own house across the street. Ryan
caught the frown that crossed Rick's face, and shifted his gaze to see the
source for the sudden attitude shift. He saw Rick's Dad getting out of his
car in the driveway, then, head inside, a twelve pack of beer under his
arm.

   "Shit!" uttered Rick, "he is fucking at it, again!"

   Ryan felt sad for his friend, knowing the usual problems that developed
between him and his Dad when the old man was at the booze, and he said,

   "Looks like, dude, sucks, big time."

   Rick continued to stare at his house, silent, the one-on-one apparently
forgotten, until Ryan spoke again, saying gently,

   "Don't sweat it, bud, just hang here with me tonight, that way there
won't be any bullshit."

   Rick uttered another oath of disgust, and nodded, looking at his best
friend with an expression of relief crossing his face, and said,

   "You, my friend, are^Å.well^Å.your the best, bud, OK?'

   Ryan smiled, a tiny pang of guilt mixing in with the pride he was
feeling from the remark, as he admitted to himself that there was, after
all, just a tad of self-serving interest interspersed with the offer to
stay the night. He lifted his hand in response to Rick having done the
same, and they bumped fists in a silent sign of solidarity.

   Rick shot another concerned look at his house across the street, then,
turned to Ryan, and said,

   "Hey dude, can we, like, get out of here for a while^Å.if the old man
spots me, sure as hell he will be yelling for me to get home^Å...about a
sixer in that beer, he will be needing a pissing post."

   Ryan shook his head, bummed that Rick had to deal with a semi-alcoholic
father, and replied,

   "We can do that, Bud^Å.hang loose a sec, while tell my folks."

   Ryan returned to the house, telling his parents that he and Rick were
going over to the park to see if they could find a game until dark, then,
asked if it was cool for Rick to sleep over. He promptly received the "of
course he can" answer he anticipated, pecked his Mother's cheek, and went
back outside. The two boys boarded Ryan's car, and drove away, deftly
preempting any possible problems from Rick's father.

   They did, in fact, drive to the large city park a couple of miles
distant, but, surprisingly enough for a warm evening, found no one engaged
on the basketball courts. They resumed their own one-on-one for a while,
then, decided it was pretty warm for the activity, and stowed the ball in
the car, and walked off toward the big pond that centered the park. The sun
had slid behind the horizon as they walked, and, as they sat down on one of
several benches that lined the lakes edge, it was not quite, but near,
dark. The soft yellow street lamps that dotted the park began to illuminate
from their on-board photo electric cells, and the area was soon bathed in a
soft, yellow tinted glow.

   They sat quietly, each absorbed in his own thoughts, and enjoying the
solitude of the warm evening, when Rick surprised Ryan by suddenly slipping
his arm around his shoulders, and hugging him tightly. He relaxed the hug,
keeping his arm over Ryan's shoulders, and said,

   "You're really something, Ry, you know^Å.I mean, hell, I've known you
forever^Å.like a brother, almost^Å..and still you find ways to amaze me."

   Ryan tensed slightly, unsure of how he should interpret the remark, so
he asked, quietly,

   "Really^Å.and, is that a good thing^Åor^Å?"

   Rick squeezed Ryan's shoulder tighter, and nodded, saying,

   "Well, strange as might be^Å.you turning out to be gay, I mean^Å.yea,
it's cool^Åwhatever^Å.I'm just glad you are my bud^Åand, actually^Å.the
amaze me thing^Å.you know^Åyea, actually^Å.it's
awesome^Å.amazing^Å.just^Å.strange, kinda."

   Ryan digested that, nodding slowly, then, replied,

   "So then^Å.um^Åyou^Åare^Å actually^Å.ok^Å..with me^Å.being me^Å?"

   Rick squeezed the shoulder again, and nodded, then said,

   "Yea, dude^Å.I'm ok with it, sure^Å.hell^Å.it's your thing, right^Å.dude
has to do his thing, right?"

   In a sudden moment of boldness, Ryan shifted on the bench slightly, and
slid his hand onto Rick's crotch, his fingers groping Rick's penis, as he
said, sinister voiced,

   "Well, right^Å.but actually^Å.it's much more fun to do your thing!"

   Rick tensed reflexively for a second or two, then chuckled, as he
extended his legs, and spread them, as he replied,

   "Oh man^Å.jeez^Å.I suppose^Å..if you have to^Å.."

   Ryan giggled softly, encouraged to continue his groping as Rick's thick
cock rapidly swelled under his ministrations, and answered,

   "Oh yea^Å.I do have to^Å.want to^Å..!"

   Oh shit, Rick thought, as Ryan wormed his hand inside his shorts, his
fingers closing around the now rigid shaft of his cock and stroking it, I
practically asked for this^Å.what the fuck^Å.I am so not
gay^Å..still^Å.it's just so fucking good^Å.all this shit Ryan
likes^Ådoes^Å.damn^Å! He moaned softly, and relaxed back against the bench,
pushing the negative thoughts from his mind, and going with the warm,
pleasant feeling that coursed through his body as Ryan deftly worked his
throbbing erection.

   Ryan reveled in the feel of Rick's pulsing cock in his hand, and the
heat, and total smoothness of the thick organ, and he realized that the
sensation was especially special when he administered to Rick^Å..so much
more intense than with Jason, or even the cutie Eric^Å..funny, he thought,
Rick is the one that claims not to want it^Å.and yet^Å.for me^Å.it's the
best with him^Å.fuck it^Å.don't over analyze, dude^Å.just let it happen^Å.

   His lust rapidly escalating, Ryan relaxed his grip on Rick's turgid
cock, and pushed deeper inside the shorts, until he found the heavy
scrotum, and cupped his palm around it, probing the plump orbs within,
eliciting another groan from Rick. He played with the heavy balls a bit,
then, once again slid his fingers up the thick stalk, and passed over the
smooth head, smiling to himself as he felt the wetness of Rick's flowing
excitement. As he spread the slippery fluid over the glassy smooth head of
Rick's cock, his mouth filled with his saliva, and a sudden wicked feeling
washed over him. He leaned his face close to Rick's ear, and said, nearly a
whisper,

   "You gotta keep your eyes open, dude, and don't let me get
busted^Å.cause^Å." he trailed off.

   Rick shuddered slightly, as Ryan once more spread his drooling fluids
across his throbbing cock head, and mumbled,

    "Cause^Å..what^Å?"

   His lips once more pressed against Rick's ear, Ryan giggled softly, and
answered,

    "Cause^Å.you sexy shit^Å.I'm gonna suck you
off^Å.right^Å.fucking^Å.here^Å.!"

   Rick groaned, the thought instantly freaking him out, and, at the same
instant, nearly making him shoot his load from the sheer craziness of
it^Å..damn, he thought, he freeking means it, too^Å.holy shit!

   Not waiting for a verbal response, and acting before he lost his nerve,
Ryan quickly slid off the bench, and maneuvered in between Rick's beefy
legs, his hands tugging at the front of Rick's fully tented shorts until
they slid down his thighs. The thick cock sprang free, rigid, and pulsing
strongly in the dim light, and Ryan groaned, as he stared at the sculpted
organ, the glassy smooth head shining wetly. He wrapped a finger, and thumb
at the base of the shaft, and leaned in, extending his tongue to lap over
the glistening head several times, as Rick groaned again, and muttered his
name. The nutty flavor of precum jolted his taste buds, and he felt his
mouth flood with saliva as he anticipated the feel, and the flavor of the
thick, drooling rod, and he leaned closer, and engulfed the entire length
in a single downward movement of his head.

   Rick groaned loudly, his hands instinctively moving to Ryan's head, and
his hips slid forward on the bench, as his friend began moving his warm,
wet, mouth up and down the shaft of his rigid cock, as his hands groped his
heavy balls. Rick shuddered, pleasure coursing through his entire body, as
he forced himself to twist his head, checking for any nearby observers, and
was relieved to see what appeared to be an empty park.  He griped tufts of
Ryan's soft, thick hair in his trembling fingers, and moaned again, then
mumbled,

   "Fuck Ry^Å..damn^Å.your so fucking good^Å..at this^Å.shit^Å.crazy
fucker^Å!"

   Ryan never broke his rhythm, his velvet soft mouth continuing to drive
Rick wild, as he mumbled incoherent noises around the thick penis that
filled his mouth, and he tugged downward on Rick's plump balls, savoring
the thick head bumping the hollow of his throat, and the silky feel of
Rick's pubes on his nose.

   Rick realized his hips were bucking, keeping sync with Ryan's magic
mouth, and he could feel his near constant flow of precum oozing from his
rampant cock, and he felt his balls tighten, and pull taut. He was there,
oh shit, was he ever, and his fingers yanked at Ryan's hair, as he thrust
strongly forward, and yelped,

   "Agggggg, fuuuuuuck^Å^Ågonna^Å..shoot^Å..Unnng^Å.!"

   Ryan felt the slippery cock spasm, and swell in his mouth, and his
fingers lost grip on the ascending balls, and he moved his head back
slightly, centering the fully primed cock head over his tongue, and
released a low moan of pleasure, as Rick's cock erupted, and spurted the
opening salvo of thick, warm cream into his mouth. He savored the sensation
of it coating over his tongue, and sliding to the back of his throat, just
in time for the next thick burst, then another, and two more after that,
flooded his mouth, rapid fire, so that he didn't have time to swallow, and
his mouth overflowed with the viscous fluid, small trails of the creamy
substance escaping the corners of his stretched mouth to drizzle over his
chin. He held all that he could handle, letting it fill his mouth to
capacity, then, swilled it, the acrid flavor somehow satisfying his burning
hunger, then, swallowed, as he savored the sensation of the slick essence
sliding down his throat.

   Drained, and panting like a sprint runner, Rick sagged back against the
bench, his chest rising and falling as he gasped for air, as he listened to
his heart hammering inside his chest. He shuddered, as Ryan slid his
wilting penis from his mouth, and captured the sensitive head between his
lips, and sucked it strongly, before letting it go entirely, as he moved
back up to sit on the bench to sit beside him. He turned his head, feeling
the sweat on his flushed face, and looked at the grinning Ryan. He smiled,
and chuckled softly, extending a finger, and swiping at the errant drizzles
of his semen that clung to Ryan's chin. He winked at the still grinning
Ryan, and pressed the finger against his soft lips, and said,

    "Here, dude^Å.you missed a little^Å."

   Ryan smiled, and slowly opened his mouth, letting Rick slip the coated
finger inside, then, closed his lips around the finger, and sucked it
gently, as he looked deeply into Rick's astonished eyes, and broad
smile. Releasing the finger, Ryan winked coyly at Rick, and said,

   "Ya know^Å.I sorta liked^Å..dessert^Å..better than dinner^Å!"

Rick laughed, and reached out to pull Ryan against him, holding him
tightly, as he replied,

   "Your pretty nuts, you know that, dude?"

   Ryan clung tightly to Rick's thick trunk, as happy as he had ever been,
and answered,

   "Nawww, dude^Å..thanks, really, but^Å.your nuts are way prettier than
mine^Å.!"

   And they laughed together, arms tightly holding each other, satisfied,
and ecstatic, the gay boy, and his slightly bent, straight buddy.

(To Be Continued)
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