Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2006 14:31:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ryan's Impulse (8)

   Rick and I got in, and out of his house unscathed, getting little more
than a sheepish look from his very hung over Dad, who either had a fuzzy
memory of last nights words with Rick, or just chose to ignore it. Rick
grabbed up his beach stuff, and we got out of there in short order.

   As we made the thirty minute trip to the lake, things were loose, and
easy between us, as we gabbed about a myriad of subjects, exclusive of our
recent bed and bath activities. We pulled into the lot, and parked, then,
headed to the changing room. Once inside, we found an empty locker, and fed
it some quarters which opened the locker, and freed the key. We started
getting undressed, and I sat on the bench to get my shoes off, while Rick
pushed his shorts down his well muscled legs. He reached over me to put his
clothes into the locker, and the move placed his briefs clad crotch right
in front of my face. I felt my cock thicken, as I stared at his bulging
briefs, and I wanted to just press my face into that lump that barely
concealed his thick cock, and plump balls. I shuddered slightly, as the
thought that I was getting to be down right cock crazy crossed my mind. He
straightened up, and I quickly looked away, but I felt the flush on my
cheeks, and knew I was probably busted anyway.

   He paused in front of me, a quizzical expression on his handsome face,
and I quickly stood up, turning my back to him as I took off my shirt. I
glanced down, and saw the front of my shorts seriously tented by my hardon,
and wondered how I could stall, and let him change, and go outside, before
I had to strip, and have him see me all boned again. He shuffled behind me,
then his arm passed kind of over my shoulder, and I saw him toss his briefs
into the locker. My heart raced, and my dick, naturally, grew harder still,
as I realized he was totally naked, right behind me. I fumbled with my
shirt, knowing it was taking me way too long to be normal, and I jumped
right out of my skin, when his hand lightly squeezed the cheek of my ass.

   "What.....jeez, Dude....seems a little late to be going all modest, don't
you think?" he asked me, a soft chuckle preceding the question.

   "Uh....I'm not modest....just....um....slow, I guess." I stammered, not even
convincing myself.

   Rick chuckled again, and once more gave my ass a little tweak, then,
started to hum the melody of "The Stripper," as he sat down on the bench to
put his feet through the legs of his swim trunks. I tossed my shirt into
the locker, then, let myself look at him, and was instantly sorry, because
I couldn't stop the low groan that escaped my chest when my gaze rested on
his turgid cock, and heavy ball sac. He glanced up at me, then, quickly
dropped his gaze to my obviously swollen crotch, and a small smile crossed
his face. He stayed silent, letting his eyes linger a minute on my tented
shorts, before slowly shaking his head, and turning his attention back to
getting his trunks on. Damn it, I thought, he is going to get pissed if I
keep this up, I just know it, but shit, it's not like I could help getting
hard from looking at him naked, and wanting to feel that awesome cock in my
mouth again. He stood then, and slapped my ass, saying,

   "Come on boner-boy....shake a leg...or whatever...let's hit the beach!"

   I was practically glowing, I was blushing so hard, but I nodded my head,
mumbling some reply, as he walked off toward the door. I quickly stripped,
and pulled on my trunks, stuffing my hard cock inside, and willing it to go
down. I locked up the locker, and went to the sinks to splash some cold
water on my face, and took a few deep breaths, mentally working some math
equations to distract my erection. It worked, mostly, so I followed him
outside, and we walked down the beach a ways, and spread our blanket. We
stretched out in the warm sun, and settled in, surveying the crowd that was
scattered around the beach.

   An hour or so passed, and the beach was getting more and more crowded,
as families began arriving for swimming, and picnics. In no time, our
little spot of beach had all but been overran by way too many people, and a
ton of small kids, who were rapidly becoming a major pain with all of their
whining, and kicking sand around. Rick sat up, looking around, and brushed
sand off his smooth chest that had been sprayed there by some ten year olds
who had gone running by a moment ago.

   "Fuck this!" he groaned, "Let's pack it up, and go further away from the
change rooms....this spot is, like, where everybody wants to be."

   I agreed, and we got up, rolling our stuff inside the blanket, then,
headed off down the beach, looking for a less overrun spot. We scaled a
large rock outcropping, and as we descended the far side, we discovered a
small cove, lined by a small, and deserted, swath of white sand. We made
our way to the sand area, and again spread our blanket, and lay down on it.

   "That's more like it!" Rick stated, and bunched his towel under his head
like a pillow, then, stretched out again. I sat down, and let my eyes drift
over his solid torso, playing with fire, as my cock began to stir once
more. He is so freeking hot, I thought, his smooth chest so taut, and
developed, and my gaze settled on his quarter sized nipples. They were
wider than my own, and a dark brown color that contrasted perfectly with
his golden tan skin, and it occurred to me that it would be killer to touch
them, and maybe even lick, or suck them. My cock thought a lot of that
idea, and I felt it expand fully inside my trunks, once more poking
strongly at the snug material. My gaze drifted down to his tiny navel, and
the small line of soft looking hair that trailed under the elastic of his
trunks, and I closed my eyes, mentally picturing where that treasure trail
ended, as it mingled with his dark pubic bush at the base of his thick
cock. I opened my eyes again, and dropped my gaze onto his bulging crotch,
and shuddered, as I made out the defined outline of his cock where it
sagged off to one side, and the lump of his balls, where the material was
stretched over his plump sac. My mouth watered profusely, as my mind
conjured up the image of that equipment fully engorged, the cock so thick,
and hard as a battering ram, and the heavy balls dangling below. I
shuddered again, another telling little groan escaping from me, and I felt
the wetness of my drooling cock slime my trunks. I tore my gaze away from
Rick's crotch, and stretched out on my stomach, wiggling some, to bury my
rock hard dick in the soft sand, and lay my face on my folded arms with a
deep sigh.

   The warm sun, combined with the quiet lapping of the small waves of the
lake hitting the shoreline lulled me, and I must have dozed off. I woke
with a start, when I suddenly heard Rick swearing beside me, obviously
angry at something. I lifted my head, sleep blurring my brain slightly, and
turned to look at him. He was sitting up, and my first thought was that he
looked about the color of a boiled lobster, his face, and whole front side
a glowing red shade.

   "Fuck....damn it, Dude...we freeking fell asleep in the sun...check this
out...I am, like, fucking toasted!" he whined.

I rolled over, and instantly yelped in pain, as my well cooked back
contacted the rough blanket.

   "Yikes...Jesus...me too....my fucking back feels like raw hamburger!" I
groaned.

   Looking around, I realized it was almost dusk, the sun all but gone
behind the horizon, and I quickly figured we had probably been zonked a
good three, or more, hours, stretched out, and still, in a very warm
sun. Rick gingerly got to his feet, and helped me up, and we stood there,
checking each others glowing skin. He held my hand, and turned me in a slow
circle, then, began to laugh.

   "What's funny, asshole?" I asked, "As much as this hurts, I don't really
see anything funny!"

   He continued to chuckle, and muttered something about us being bookends,
with my backside, and his front side being totally fried by the sun, while
my front, and his back, remained normal. I saw his point, and it actually
was kind of funny, in painful kind of way, and I joined him in the chuckle
of the situation. We rolled up our stuff then, and headed back to the
locker to get our clothes, and decided to just wear our swim suits for the
trip home, deciding that no way were we going to be putting on any
shirts. We gingerly climbed in the car, and drove back to my house amid
much in the way of painful groans each time our baked skin made any kind of
contact with the car seat.

   Inside the house, I found a note from my parents telling me they had
decided to attend a concert that interested them in a neighboring town, and
that they would be spending the night at a hotel, and return late
tomorrow. While I was delighted with the idea of a free night, and day, the
searing pain of the sunburn left me wondering just how much good it was
going to do me, given that any sort of touching was akin to torture, and,
touching, a lot of touching, was exactly what I wanted to do with my studly
buddy who was equally as contact-sensitive as me. First things first, I
decided, and we headed into my wing of the house, deciding that a shower
would be a good start toward some degree of recovery.

   Rick and I stood side by side in my bathroom, surveying our glowing skin
in the mirror over the vanity, and without giving it any thought, I skinned
off my trunks, and reached into the stall to turn on a cool flow of
water. When I turned back, Rick was standing in front of the mirror, naked,
checking out his baked skin. I stopped in my tracks, again openly staring
at his heavy cock as it extended limply from his dark patch of pubes. Fuck,
even soft that beauty is freeking awesome, I thought, and, sunburn or not,
my own cock reacted, and quickly inflated to a full on erection. Ricks eyes
shifted in the mirror, taking a good look at my north pointed penis, and I
saw that tiny smile work the corners of his mouth again. I blushed, and it
clearly showed on my non-sunburned face, and I quickly stepped into the
shower, wincing slightly, as the cool water hit my seared skin. I shivered,
and turned around once, wetting myself entirely, feeling a quick relief
from the cool water. I turned once more, and gasped out loud, as I suddenly
realized that Rick had stepped into the stall with me. He moved closer to
me, letting the cool water wash over his stunning naked body, and my erect
cock bumped the smooth skin of his hip. He looked into my eyes, and smiled,
as his hand moved toward me, and closed around the aching shaft of my cock.

   "Is this about where we left off?" he asked quietly.

   I shuddered, a chill passing through me from head to toe, and I looked
down, incredulous, at his hand gently working the steely hard shaft of my
cock. Unable to speak, I nodded dumbly, and reached for his now tumescent
penis, and stroked it's rapidly thickening length. He moved slightly, and
our cock heads made an electric contact as they rubbed against each other,
and I groaned, every nerve ending in my body focused on the feel of his
heavy meat in my hand. We stood under the cooling spray a long time, not
speaking, just gently fondling one another's cocks, and balls, and looking
into each others eyes. At some point I ran my free hand over his large
nipples, and he winced, both in pleasure at the new sensation, and, I
suppose, in some pain from the sunburn. I leaned closer to him, recalling
my thought from the beach, and slipped my tongue out to lap gently at each
of his nipples, then, sucked each one in turn. He leaned back on the wall,
and groaned quietly, as I moved between his now pointy nipples, and I
slowly went to my knees, eyeing his thick erection hungrily. He watched me,
his expression one of slight confusion, and lust, as I gripped the base of
his pulsing cock, and slid it into my mouth once more.

   "Aggg...Ryan....shit, buddy.....!" he croaked.

   "Um hum....!" I hummed around his thick shaft, my mouth flooding with
saliva in reaction to his taste, and texture.

   Moving my mouth up and down his length, I settled into a rhythm of
sucking his tasty cock, and brought my hand between his spread legs to cup
his heavy balls in my palm, and prod the firm nuggets with my fingers. Rick
moved his hands to grip my head, guiding me, as I slobbered over his sweet
cock, and he sagged his weight against the wall, as he groaned, and
mumbled,

"Oh Jesus, Ry....Goddamn...you...do...that....so....fucking....good...!"

I sucked him that much harder, encouraged by his words, and his open
acceptance of what I was doing to him, and it all just felt so right, so
special, and so where I wanted to be....more than anything, at
anytime. Warming to my task, I slid his turgid meat from my mouth, and
lapped my tongue along the underside of his shaft, pushing firmly at the
swollen tube that ran the length of him there, until I reached his gently
swaying scrotum. I lapped at the smooth sac, and tongued each ball gently,
then, captured first one, then the other, then both inside my hungry mouth
and sucked the heavy orbs. He groaned repeatedly, as I mouthed his balls,
then, licked my way back up that granite hard shaft, and slid the mushroom
cap back between my lips. I stabbed at the tiny cock slit with my tongue,
and tasted his oozing precum, then, slowly engulfed the entire thing, as
his smooth head bumped the back of my throat. I worked him, hungry now for
his creamy essence to flood my mouth, and tugged on his heavy balls, as he
began to thrust his hips at me, sliding his cock in and out of my hungry,
sucking mouth.

   "Unnngg.....Ahhhgggg.....gonna......Ummm.....!" he wailed, and drove his hips
sharply forward, as his shaft jerked strongly, and exploded, spraying my
aching mouth with his rapid volleys of creamy cum. I gagged, and swallowed
quickly, attempting to keep up with the incredible volume of his discharge,
and I felt his warm batter escape the corners of my stretched mouth, and
drizzle over my chin. I gulped, over and over, his slightly acrid flavor
filling my senses, and too soon it ended, his flood of sweet cream
dwindling to small trickles drooling onto my tongue. I suckled his
deflating cock a bit longer, then, slipped it out of my mouth, my fingers
milking at the softening shaft as I tongued the slick head a few last times
before shakily getting to my feet. Rick leaned against the wall, looking at
me, and a smile washed over his face, as he reached for my still throbbing
cock, rubbing his hand over the rigid length of it. He tugged on it,
pulling me toward him, and he ran his other hand over my chest, his fingers
exploring my nipples as I had his.

   "Water is going cold, Dude....how about we finish this in that big bed of
yours?" he said quietly.

I shuddered, my head rapidly nodding, and squeaked, "Please...oh yea...I'd
really, really like that!"

(To Be Continued)
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