Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2005 14:10:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: BussBoy DreamBoy (9) All of the recent activities, both aquatic, and sexual, had brought on a serious state of hunger, so we reluctantly dressed, and went in search of sustenance. There was a nice steakhouse not far away that curried favor among the college crowd, and I directed Ryan, as he guided the Mustang through the early evening traffic. Arriving, we turned the wheels over to a cute, high school age, valet guy, who was none too subtle about giving Ryan the once over as he slid out from behind the wheel. Well! I made a mental note to self, and filed it in my cerebral "futures" file. Having finally stepped over the threshold of letting myself enjoy the carnal company of younger dudes, I was apt to repeat the journey, and the hot little car-jock just might do nicely! But that was for another day, and I returned my full attention to Ryan! We were guided to a cozy table, then, menus and filled water glasses were promptly provided. We selected among the varied offering's, and ordered, then sat back to chat. Ryan was showing the effects of a long afternoon in the sun, and a very sexy glow highlighted his creamy complexion, enhanced further still by the remaining sexual flush. He had dressed in a very pale blue button down shirt, and fresh kaki cargo shorts, and was turning more than one head among our fellow diners, both male, and female! I sat back proudly, and let them drool over my "date". The food was both delicious, and plentiful, and we attacked it with vigor, replenishing our spent energies. When one makes a living in the food service business, there is something special about being on the customer side of the equation, once in a while. The meal completed, I paid the tab, and we walked outside. Ryan handed the valet ticket to the same hottie, who lingered just a tad to long with his dazzling smile, as he gave a shot to charming Ryan. Ryan turned away, facing me, the corners of his lush mouth turned down in a frown. "Jeez..!" He quipped, "Does it show, or something..?" I chuckled, and ruffled his soft hair, then answered, "Not really, Ry...he's just being hopeful!" Ryan giggled at that idea, and let it go. Back in the car, we decided to enjoy the warm evening, and walk off the heavy meal, so Ryan drove into the city park area, and we parked the car. The park was centered with a large man-made lake, and we slowly strolled around the shoreline. About half way around, we paused, and sat down on a nearby bench. We sat quietly for a while, then, Ryan began restlessly squirming in his seat, looking very much like he wanted to say something. I passed my arm across the bench behind his shoulders, and said quietly, "What is it, Ry...something bothering you?" He shrugged, and started to reply, then stopped. "Go ahead Bud, spit it out...you'll feel better." He looked at me, and I felt that heart tug thing again. He took in a breath, then said," Yea...I know...I just...well...I...I guess...maybe I'm...like...sorta confused...about...today..!" I gave that a minutes thought, then replied, "Yea...that's certainly understandable...we kind of ran, not walked, across a few bridges today, for sure." He looked at me again, slowly nodding his head, then continued, "I mean...well...it was all pretty awesome...for sure...but...oh shit...I don't know!" He stammered. Another quiet moment, then, I asked, "Not that it much matters now...but...are you wishing that none of that had happened...with us..? He quickly shook his head no, and answered, "No...I don't wish that...no way...I mean...I never felt that good before...but now...it just seems...shit...just...gay..!" I smiled at him, and said, "Well, I suppose...in a purely clinical sense...that's what it was...is...but I thought we had decided that we weren't using labels....other than fun...pleasurable...experimenting...like that..!" He nodded again, agreeing, then added, "Right...yea, I know...and I liked it...a lot...just...well shit, Josh...I mean...I got, like, a girlfriend...and everything...sometime I want to, like, get married...be a Dad...all that stuff...I mean....well...I always did, anyhow...!" I smiled, and put my hand on his shoulder, gently hugging him against me, and said, "I understand that Ryan...really, I do...and not for one minute today did I kid myself that what we have is anything more than what it is...and, the absolute last thing I wanted was to confuse your life...and you shouldn't allow that, either...think of it as a growing up experience...a fun thing that feels good...but not something you would dedicate your life to...in a way, it's like eating your favorite ice cream, or whatever....it's awesome while it lasts...but...when it's gone, it's gone...and you move on, happier for having enjoyed the experience!" Jeez, I actually CAN get a bit eloquent, on a good day! Ryan smiled at that, blushed prettily, then giggled, as he replied, "That's actually a pretty cool way to think about it...except...even my very favorite ice cream of ALL....never made me feel THAT good!" I laughed, and hoped that the crisis had lessened, even if it hadn't totally passed. I hugged him again, and said, "Probably not...might not be the sterling analogy I thought it was, actually, but remember, Bud...as the old saying goes....if it feels THAT good....then, DO IT...!" He giggled again, and we stood, resuming our walk around the lake. While the subject didn't resurface during the completion of our walk, it seemed prudent to back away from the situation, for now, at least. I had no real way of knowing how deeply Ryan was bothered by our play, but he had put a good face on things, and I decided that was a good place to leave it for now. Sadly, I scrapped my earlier plan to head back home for some spa time with him, after dinner, and I drove him home instead. We talked on the phone the following morning, and when he reported into work that evening, he was his normally great self, and we put in an excellent shift together. I was seriously going to miss his skills when his internship ended the following weekend. Hell, I was going to miss him, period! It was an unusually cluttered week for me, in that my Doctorate Thesis was due on Thursday, so other than work, and the ride home that followed, I didn't see much of Ryan. I labored over the cumbersome report, and felt like the world was lifted from my shoulders when I handed it in. I was crashed at home that evening, naked in the spa, the second, of the three, very cold Apple Martini's that I had committed to consume, close at hand, when my cell rang. "Hey...this is Josh!" I chirped, Martini number one slightly obvious in my too-cheery voice. "Hey, yourself, Perv!" Came the melodic reply from Ryan, "What's up..?" I smiled, just to hear his voice, and absently reached down to fondle my cock. "Truth is, I'm sitting all nakey in the spa, sipping....well...drinking Apple Martini's!" I answered. He chuckled, and replied, "Whoa...very cool...must mean you turned in your paper..!" I nodded stupidly, hell Josh, it's a phone call, you dweeb, then said, "Exactly...a cause for celebration...if ever there was one..!" He giggled, and added congratulations, then said, haltingly, "Uh...so...like...it's my last night at the restaurant tomorrow..." Another useless nod from me, then, verbally, "Do NOT remind me, HotStuff...Don't EVEN want to think about that...for a lot of reasons!" I leaned forward, picked up the stemmed glass, and knocked back the remainder of the icy drink, and wondered what one needed to do to summon a waiter around here! Ryan went on a while about how cool working there, and with me, had been, and how he was sorry it was over, etc. We talked about my paper, and other goings-on of the week, then, he absolutely made my entire week, with one small sentence! "Uh...I been thinking...uh...like...if you don't have...plans...tomorrow...maybe we...well...shit...I really need some more of that...oil...!" My dick instantly executed a flawless unfurling, rising to its max potential in a matter of a very few seconds! I gulped, the Martini aftertaste rising in my mouth, and squeaked, "Uh...sure.!" My eloquence knowing absolutely no bounds! He giggled, and said, "Sure....that's IT?" I recovered, my hand firmly wrapped around my attentive little buddy, and tried it again, "No....that is NOT it...and you damn well know it's not...just surprised me....plus, I'm slightly under the influence!" I paused, then went on, "You sure, Ry...I mean...don't think that you..." "THINK..." He interrupted, that's, like, ALL I been doing, ALL week...and no, I do NOT think it's something I HAVE to do....seriously...I REALLY....wanna....uh...you know...oil...me...again...!" Rolling my eyes heavenward, I breathed, Thank you, God! "You, HotStuff, are most definitely ON!" I chirped, "Shall I pick you up...or...?" "Nope...my Mom can drop me off...just need a ride to work...after...!" He replied. I chuckled, and replied, "Cool...your Speedo is ready, and waiting!" A soft giggle floated across the frequency, then, "Naaa...won't be needing it!" Oh God, I thought, thank you, again! (To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com Hmmm....another sex-free chapter! I can hear you all now, "What IS it with this Dude! LOl....forgive me...I'll make it up to you, next time, promise! Many thanks for all of the very kind responses to this story...you all provide me with great inspiration!!