Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2006 09:01:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ryan's Impulse

Ryan's Impulse
By
Storyguy22

   The following is a work of fiction, and includes acts of a sexual nature
between teen boys. If this material is not your preferred cup of tea, or,
if you happen to be too young to decide that, please tak a pass on reading
it. Or, enjoy! Should you be motivated to comment, that would rock!


   "Hello....duuh.....anybody in there?" asked Rick, waving his fingers in
front of Ryan's face, snapping him from his reverie. Ryan blinked a couple
of times, clearing his mind, then, chuckled, saying, "Sorry, dude...guess I
was spacing."

"Ya think?" came Ricks smiling reply, "I'm all, like, earth to Ryan here,
for, like, the last five minutes."

Ryan blushed slightly, and mumbled, "Ok, so I'm sorry already, I was just
sorta thinking is all."

Rick picked up his soda cup, and gave the straw a long pull, then, said,
"Dude, Saturdays are SO not for thinking.....but, whatever...thinking about
what?"

Ryan fished the last of his french fries out of the soggy looking
container, and swiped them through the mess of catsup before slipping them
in his mouth, then, replied, "Actually, I was thinking about how long we
have been friends.....like hanging together....seriously long time, too."

Rick looked thoughtful for a minute, then nodded, saying, "Yup, no
doubt....it's like....what.....since we were, like, eight, maybe?"

Ryan nodded, and replied, "Right, and so it's, like, eight years now."

Ryan and Rick, both high school students at the beginning of their junior
year, were seated at an outside table at the local burger joint, where they
were finishing up a fat-laden meal of burgers and fries, the typical teen
boy staple diet. Rick was the older of the two by a whopping three months,
and Ryan had celebrated his sixteenth birthday the previous week. The two
had met when they were eight years old, and their respective parents had
just happened to purchase homes located across the street from each
other. The two had quickly become fast friends, and had been all but
inseparable ever since.

Their parents, and friends who knew them both well, had always been amazed
at the longevity of the relationship, given the decided differences in the
boys makeup, especially as they reached their teens, and high school. With
advancing maturity, Rick had developed a definite interest in all things
macho, while Ryan tended toward more technical, even bookish, interests,
shunning any serious interest in sport participation in favor of reading,
and computer sciences. Rick had about a ton of natural physical ability,
easily excelling at baseball, basketball, and even competitive swimming,
and, once at the high school level, had quickly emerged as somewhat of a
big deal on the local campus as he lettered in two sports during his
sophomore year. Ryan had no interest in even going out for any sports at
school, and his personal claim to fame was more academic in nature, as he
maintained a 4.0 grade point average, and was a consistent member of the
deans list.

Perhaps those seemingly stark differences were the glue that held the
friendship together, as their individual strengths served to compliment
each others weaknesses. Ryan was able to share in Rick's notoriety, and, by
virtue of his near-constant presence wherever Rick was, bask in the
overflow of the adulation Rick received among their mutual friends on
campus. Rick, on the other hand, would have had serious difficulty
maintaining any kind of academic qualification for sport participation,
were it not for Ryan's constant coaching, and tutorage, of his class
work. Together, they were a study in the belief that opposites attract,
and, more to the point, they genuinely liked each other, and always felt
totally comfortable in each others presence.

The boys had grown up together, sharing all of life's discoveries, trials,
and triumphs together, and, at times, it was almost as if they actually
read each others minds and thoughts. Their sensitivity toward each others
emotions was uncanny, each seeming to know exactly the mood of the other at
any given moment, and knowing exactly what to say to comfort the other,
even, or especially, when the proper thing to say was nothing, at all. This
inert ability that each had with the other had first surfaced when Rick
displayed an early interest in the fair sex, and had run the gambit of
emotional trauma that most certainly accompanied that adventure in the
sport of life. When Rick's foray with the current maiden of choice would
run afoul on troubled shoals, and his youthful frustrations, and failures,
would drive him to a level of despair far beyond that necessary, Ryan would
sense it, and always have just the right antidote to show Rick that life,
indeed, would go on. It wasn't that Ryan was some sort of subject matter
expert on the fair sex, far from it actually, but more his uncanny sense of
his friends inner turmoil that gave him the unflagging ability to hoist
Rick by his boot straps, and return the stunning smile to his handsome
face.

And, handsome Rick was. Both boys, actually, had seemingly been blessed
with above average gene pools, the outward difference being that while Rick
could be classified as possessing "movie-star" good looks, Ryan fell more
on the side of "cute." At nearly six feet now, Rick had carved facial
features, a kind of young Cary Grant handsome, with dark brown hair, and
eyes to match. His smile was orthodontic perfection, and he showed deep
dimples in each cheek when the smile was in full force, and, his longish
hair had the attractive habit of falling onto his forehead, which had the
affect of framing his rugged good looks in a favorable way. Rick's body was
toned, his muscle definition apparent, a by-product of his constant sport
activity and training. While not body-builder ripped, he was lean, and
solid, tipping the scales around one-sixty, with a thirty inch waist size
on his ever present Levi jeans. His toned torso was basically smooth, save
for a thin "treasure trail" of dark hair that extended from below his small
concave navel to somewhere below the waist of his Levi's, and his strong
legs were slightly hairy below the knee. Rick had preceded Ryan in
completing puberty, and as a result, had proudly shown off his rapidly
sprouting patch of dark, silky pubes to his longtime friend, long before
Ryan's smooth groin had shown much evidence of any impending growth. Ryan,
who had always held his friend in some degree of awe, was suitably
impressed with Rick's emerging maturity, and had secretly been even more
impressed with the very ample appendage that he had given considerably more
attention to, than the hair thatch above it, as Rick proudly exhibited his
new pubes. In truth of fact, Ryan had experienced more trouble getting that
image out of his mind than he liked to acknowledge.

Ryan, as previously mentioned, was what could be considered "drop-dead"
cute, if not head-turning handsome, as was Rick. He stood about five foot
ten inches, and weighed one-fifty, somewhat slender of build, without an
ounce of excess anywhere on his toned body. He was gifted with a powerful
metabolism, and never gained an ounce, in spite of his slightly voracious
appetite for greasy, fat-laden foods. His hair was a dirty-blond, tending
to lighten considerably in the summer sun, worn in a kind of shaggy manner,
a random part down the center, with the divided sections falling toward
each side, and mostly covering his ears. His eyes were his most stand-out
feature, being such a stunning shade of blue that people had serious
difficulty not staring into them. His complexion was flawless, exhibiting
creamy smooth skin, with a natural, soft rose tint to his cheeks. His smile
equaled the radiance of Rick's, and it was one of those natural, easy
smiles that people found readily contagious. He was blessed with an easy
disposition, and a pleasing personality, so that he was well liked, with
nearly everyone he encountered taking to him instantly, and finding him
pleasant to associate with. While he was slightly less buff than the ever
active Rick, Ryan's body was also well toned, with fair definition to his
pec's, and ab's. He, too, was free of body hair, with the exceptions of his
underarms, and his blond growth of somewhat sparse pubes. There was a very
light colored down coating the lower parts of his legs, but it was all but
invisible, except when in bright light. His slim waist comfortably fit a
size twenty-eight jeans, or shorts, and, while a bit snug, he could still
wear some of his old favorites that were size twenty-six.

Individually, each of the boys presented handsome, healthy, and vibrant
pictures of teenage health, and virility. Together, they were exceptional,
almost overwhelming, to contemplate.

"So, Dude....exactly what brought up that thought....about how long we have
been hanging together, I mean?" asked Rick.

"Dunno, actually.....guess I was just sorta thinking about how many
Saturdays like this....me and you hanging....we must have had." replied
Ryan.

Rick chuckled, and answered, "Yea, huh.....been lots, for
sure....like....all the way back to shooting marbles....and gigging frogs
down at the old creek."

Ryan smiled at the remembrance, a quick image flashing through his mind of
the two of them, maybe eleven, or twelve, stripped to their snug boy
briefs, and waist deep in the creek, silently stalking the myriad of frogs
with their sharpened willow rods. He let the image play out a bit further,
and once more felt the familiar tightening in his groin, as the vivid image
of Rick exiting the creek, his snug little briefs soaked, and clinging to
his boyhood like a second skin. That day had been the beginning of his
steadily growing interest in his best friend's package, an interest that
continued to this very day, no matter how hard he tried to repress it. He
chuckled softly, shifting his eyes to meet Rick's gaze, and replied, "Oh
man....yea....jeez....we haven't done that in a long time."

Rick grinned, nodding, and said, "Frogging.....nope....been a few years,
for sure Dude." He picked up his soda cup, and slid the straw between his
full lips, and drained it noisily, while Ryan watched closely, mentally
scolding himself for the thoughts he was having about those lush lips. Rick
set the cup back on the table, then, slid out his tongue, and licked over
his lips, as Ryan felt the pull in his groin once more. Rick cocked his
head to one side, looking quizzically at his friend across the
table. "What....jeez, Dude....what the fuck is it with you, today?" he
asked with a small smile.

Ryan blinked, quickly forcing himself back to reality, and stammered,
"Shit....I don't Dude....must be getting my period, or something!" he
grinned at his friend.

Rick laughed, his killer smile seeming to have some bizarre connection to
Ryan's balls, as he again felt the jolting sensation there. "Yea,
right.....I'm, like, SO sure, Ry....that must be it!" he said.

The boys were silent for a while then, and Rick suddenly stood up, bending
over slightly, to gather up the trash from the table. His crotch was near
eye level with Ryan's position, and he felt his face grow warm, as he
stared at the obvious lump in Rick's snug jeans. Damn it, he chided
himself, what the fuck is with you, anyway....you going gay all of a
sudden, or what? Rick straightened, and turned, then, walked to the trash
container, and deposited the mess. He turned back to the table, and Ryan
tried, and failed, to avert his gaze from Rick's prominent crotch
bulges. Helpless, he continued to stare, until Rick once more stood at the
table, scant inches from Ryan's hungry gaze. Ryan knew he was busted, and
his mind raced, straining to conjure up some reasonable excuse for staring
at his best friends cock, and what appeared to be very ample balls. His
heart hammered in his chest, and his mind was awash with confusion
regarding why he was so suddenly unable to resist the temptation he had
been regularly resisting for a year, or maybe even two, now. Ryan started,
when Rick slid his hand under his chin, and turned his face up, so that
their eyes locked. Rick smiled, and, with his free hand, offered Ryan his
cell phone, saying, in a smart-ass tone, "Here, Dude...just take a picture,
why don't ya....then you can stare all you want."

 Ryan groaned, feeling the intense heat wash over his face, as he gazed
into Rick's dark eyes, and he mumbled, "Picture of what, asshole....I was
just....like....spacing, again."

 Rick let go of him, and chuckled, saying, "Yea.....right....whatever,
Dude.....let's just off this pop stand, ok?" And with that, he turned, and
started toward his car, with the befuddled Ryan now staring longingly at
his pert bubble butt.

Ryan shook himself out of his trance, hardly able to believe what had just
happened, and struggled to his feet, hurrying after his friend, and secret
idol. As Rick navigated the traffic, heading toward the center of town,
Ryan tried his best to shake off the nagging thoughts of Rick's body that
seemed to just keep popping up inside his brain today. Well, truth be told,
it was a lot more frequent than just today. It had actually begun over a
year ago, somewhere in the middle of his fourteenth year. Ryan had, around
that time, developed a serious case of the hornies, and had suddenly found
masturbation as a favorite activity, bordering on an obsession. He seized
every opportunity to grasp his tingling cock in his fist, and stroke it,
teasing the total of his nether regions, until finally, the relief-giving
orgasm washed over him, providing him with the intensely amazing sensations
that accompanied it, and the much needed release of pent-up tension that
just seemed to overwhelm him frequently. As his feverish young mind ran the
gambit of emotions that flooded his thoughts during these sessions, his
overloaded brain invariably entertained briefly, and then summarily
dismissed, all thoughts of whatever nubile young maiden Ryan tried to make
the focal point of his current fantasy. For reasons that Ryan didn't quite
understand, and frankly, even frightened him some, his mind seemed to
always center directly on Rick at the moment of release. Even now, riding
along next to Rick, as these thoughts processed through his brain, he felt
himself blushing at the unnatural acts that he so clearly pictured
occurring between him and Rick, in the moments immediately preceding his
orgasmic release. He shuddered, and forced the lurid thoughts, and images,
from his mind, as he straightened himself in the car seat, hoping that Rick
wouldn't notice the erection that he suddenly sported inside his snug
jeans.

   They turned onto Mill street, the town's main drag, and joined the
typical Saturday parade of their classmates. It had become the custom of
the local high school set to converge on Mill street on Saturdays around
noon, to repeatedly circle the few blocks that made up the heart of
downtown. The usual pattern was to make several laps of the circle, each
young driver proudly exhibiting his or her wheels to the gathered teens,
with the usual friendly cat-calls, and hand gestures, being traded back and
forth in a good natured way, until boredom won out, and the group would
eventually descend upon the burger joint that was the local hangout. Rick
and Ryan had broken slightly with tradition today, both of them having
slept too late to partake in the family breakfast, leaving them hungry, so
that they had gone to the burger place first today. As they circled the
blocks, Ryan joined in with Rick in the usual banter between the cars,
though inwardly, he continued to lapse back into his thoughts of Rick, and
the emotional struggle he had been waging with the recurring thought that
he just might actually be gay.

   There, Ryan thought silently, I freeking said it,
finally. Gay....G-A-Y....jeez....I SO don't need that, he thought, and,
even worse....my parents don't need it....damn....my old man will freeking
murder me, he thought darkly. And Rick...shit...bud's, like, forever...like
brothers, even....he will SO freeking hate me, I know, if....shit...I mean,
who EVEN wants to hang with some fag-boy...oh
man...fag-boy....that....sucks, big time! The jumbled thoughts flashed
through Ryan's reverie, and he struggled to push them aside, his damned
cock still wanting to go there, obviously finding the thoughts stimulating,
as the thing continued to throb inside his jeans. What the fuck, he
wondered, I just jacked off...what...maybe three hours ago...before I got
up...and now...shit...fucking hormones! He came out of his mental fog
briefly, as Rick turned into the parking lot of the city park, and stopped
the car. Ryan blinked, and glanced over at Rick, just as he slid out the
door of the car, and turned back, to lean into the open widow, and say,
"I'll be back in a few, Bro....need to talk to Jason a minute....besides,
you're lost in space again, anyway." Ryan clearly heard Rick's words, even
nodded his understanding, but his eyes, and his real thoughts, were totally
focused on the very interesting bulges at the front of Rick's jeans, as he
stood there at the car window, his crotch at Ryan's perfect eye level. Rick
moved away then, and Ryan exhaled a deep breath, his hand dropping to his
own crotch, to give his aching boner a firm squeeze. Damn, he thought, I
really have it bad today, big time!

   Left alone with his lingering thoughts, Ryan settled back in the seat,
and let his troubled mind focus his thoughts, giving up on resisting them
for now, as he processed the fragmented thoughts into lucid form. Ok,
symptoms first, he decided. Rick, first of all, and the growing
attraction....go ahead, butthead, say it....Ok, the
physical...nope....sexual attraction... that I can't make go away. Second,
the jack off fantasies.....always....even when I can make the Rick thing go
away for a while....still guys....at least in the
end....always....me....and....other dudes! And then there's the freeking
internet....yea, that too....make myself surf all of the T&A sites....huge
tits, and gaping pussies....nothing....nada....zilch...then....cave in to
it.....the freeking gay sites....so freeking hot...cocks....thick cocks all
stuffed into some dudes mouth....or....ass.....shit...I can feel
it....taste it, even....I SO wish....all freeking turned on by that
shit....stroking....shooting all over the fucking place
after.....damn....so...freeking.....gay! Ok Ryan....be a man,
dude....just....fuck....face it....not like it's exclusive to you,
dude...happens a lot...so.....what the fuck do you wanna do, now?

   Ryan had to chuckle at that last little thought....knowing full well
exactly what he WANTED to do now.....that wasn't the problem.....the WHAT
was not a problem at all....it was the freeking HOW.....that had him
crazy. In a perfect world, he would simply give his very best friend in the
world a hungry look and a smile, and sweetly say, "Yo, Rick....if it's
cool....I wanna suck that awesome cock of yours....and, please....while we
are at it...could you, please......fuck me?" See, asshole....how hard is
that....maybe you should just go for it...like that....at least it would be
over....one way, or another....finally out on the table...settled. Ryan
inhaled deeply, held it, then, let the breath go, slowly, shaking his head,
and muttering, "Yea, right, like, I am SO sure!"

   "Sure of what, spacey-boy?" asked Rick from the seat next to him. Ryan
jumped visibly, having been totally oblivious to Rick having re-entered the
car, and also unaware that he had spoken aloud. He briefly wondered exactly
how much he had spoken aloud, and just how much of his thinking Rick might
have heard. Shit. He blinked a few times, then, smiled at Rick, and
replied, "No answer, dude, I am obviously so NOT sure of anything today,
for some reason." Rick chuckled, nodding his head slightly, then, reached
out his hand, and ruffled Ryan's hair. Ryan's cock throbbed harder still at
the brief contact, and Rick tipped the grocery sack he was holding, showing
Ryan that it contained a twelve pack of beer, which he had apparently
scored from Jason, who was pretty much the groups supplier of adult
beverages, given that his Dad owned the local distributorship. "Maybe a
couple of cold ones will straighten you out, dude....or not....but at least
you won't care so much about whatever is bugging you." Rick said, and Ryan
shook off his foreboding thoughts, and visibly brightened, saying,
"Coolness, dude...like Jimmy Buffet says in that tune....Why don't we just
get drunk, and screw?" Rick laughed, once more ruffling Ryan's soft hair,
and said, "That's more like my guy.....and, right on, dude....why don't we
just do that!" He started up the car, and we roared out of the parking lot,
heading toward the Seven-Eleven for some ice, and then, most likely, the
lake outside of town where everybody partied, although usually at night.

   Rick surprised me when he drove past the access road to the usual party
spot at the lake located a few miles outside of town. I looked over at him
quizzically, but he just kept his attention on the road, so I didn't say
anything. A few miles later, he abruptly turned onto a small dirt road that
nearly obscured by large growths of Pampas grass, and various other tall
bushes. We bounced along this trail, really, more that than actual road,
for maybe a mile and a half, and, as we crested a small rise in the
terrain, the lake lay ahead of us maybe a hundred yards or so. Rick guided
the car to a spot fairly close to the water, then, made a sharp turn, and
slid through a small opening in the heavy shrubbery. As we broke out on the
other side of the bushes, I saw a small, grassy meadow that opened all the
way to the shore of the shimmering lake. I again looked over at Rick,
wondering how he had come to know this private little paradise, given that
I had been coming to this lake forever, and had no clue this spot even
existed. He stopped the car, killed the engine, and smiled at me.

"Pretty sweet, huh?" he asked. "I bet you never knew about this place,
huh?"

   I looked around, nodding my head, and replied, "Sweet, definitely, and,
you're right, I've never been here before...how did you ever find it?"

   Rick gave me a slightly wicked smile, and answered, "Well, if I told
you, then, I'd prolly have to kill you." He chuckled, pausing, then went
on, "Naw, not really.....you are, like, the one person on the planet that I
know I can tell anything to, and be sure it doesn't go any
place....actually, Angie brought me here once before."

   Angie, one of many of the nubile maidens that Rick had, at one point,
had designs on, with regard to notching his beaver belt. And, even I could
understand his interest in that particular conquest. Ms. Angela was, to put
a term to it, a serious fox. A silver spoon baby from the very right side
of the local tracks, and a pure Daddy's girl to her highly successful
Attorney Father, who's every whim could be counted upon to become near
instantly granted, both by her Father, and very nearly anyone else within
her considerable sphere of influence. She was gifted with model good looks,
and a body that doubtless left men and boys everywhere sleepless. Her only
small flaw, according to legend around campus, was a seemingly fierce
dedication to maintaining her virgin status until sometime after the
traditional stroll down the isle while wearing a flowing white gown. I idly
wondered how the studly Rick might have faired in that regard, especially
given that she, apparently of her own volition, had brought him to this
totally private little Shangri-la.

   Rick pushed open his door, and got out, so I followed suit, and waited
while he retrieved the iced down beers, and a blanket, from the car
trunk. We walked the short distance to near the waters edge, and spread the
blanket, then, flopped onto it, and popped a tab. Between pulls on the cold
beers, we chatted about a variety of things, none of any particular
consequence, and managed some laughs, and I began to finally relax, and
push my earlier thoughts to a quiet corner of my mind. Those thoughts were
not, however, destined to stay in some quiet corner for long, and quickly
resurfaced, when, after a second beer each, Rick suddenly sat up, and
peeled his tee shirt over his head, and dropped it on the blanket, before
leaning back to rest on his bent elbows. I was sitting facing him, and I
couldn't stop my eyes from drifting over his bare torso, and settling on
that fine line of hair that departed the lower edge of his navel, and
traveled straight south. It was a route that I very much longed to explore,
sure in the knowledge of where it ended, which was another area I
definitely longed to explore.

   I stared longer than I should have, I'm sure, but the sudden swelling of
my cock, and the serious jolting deep in my balls, made it nearly
impossible to look anyplace else. Finally, after allowing my eyes to drift
a tad further south, and once more ogle the tempting bulges of his crotch,
I managed to lift my gaze to meet his handsome face. I took a deep pull off
my beer, willing myself to hold it together, and finally found my voice.

   "So dude," I started, a small croak in my voice, "not to be overly
nosey, but how did it go.....Angie, I mean....and this little hideout?" He
chuckled, and drained his beer, then popped another before replying.

   "Well, you know Angie, dude.....the original "gonna take it with me to
the wedding" girl." He said, and I nodded. He chuckled again, shaking his
head slowly, and went on.

   "Yea...well...it actually surprised the shit out of me....her showing me
this place, you know?" I nodded again, waiting for the rest of the story.

   "A bunch of us were chilling at the usual place, back there, you know,
and just swimming, goofing around, the usual, when, like, out of nowhere,
Angie starts really, like, hitting on me, you know?" I smiled, not the
least bit surprised that she would be motivated to do so, hell, I wanted to
it myself.

   "Yea, so....we fool around some....nothing real major, right...just,
like, kissing some...all warm body to warm body, right...and, like, in no
time, my motor is running, like, big time, you know?" he told me. Another
sage nod from yours truly, who, by the way, has his own motor pretty much
running, as we speak, as I'm still perving Rick's smooth chest, his
slightly puffy little nipples, his tummy, and, that yummy little hair
trail. Ryan junior is totally paying attention, as well, and is actually
standing up in class, his interest runs so high.

  "So....we carry on....like, major swapping spit, and stuff...and I'm
thinking....wow....she's, like, never been quite this into it
before....maybe....well....you know where I'm coming from at that point,
right....and so...Jason says....him and Donna were, like right there on the
blanket with us....so he says, Jeez, dude...you people seriously need a
room! I blush like freeking crazy....feel all hot in my face and shit,
right...but freeking Angie....shit...know what she freeking does, dude?" I
shrug, trying to act cool, like I'm, all thinking this is awesome, when it
is actually starting to really piss me off.

"Yea, right...so dude....she...freeking puts those hot lips...like...right
almost inside my freeking ear....and freeking LICKS it, dude....then she,
like, whispers....he's right you know....dude....I about shit myself, you
know....I mean...wow...Ms. Feeking virgin is, like, almost just saying I
need to take her to some motel, or something!" I chuckle, quickly imagining
the abject terror of some poor room clerk at one of the local motels
pondering the fallout from Angie's father, should he actually supply a
motel room for his baby girls deflowering. Yea, like THAT is gonna happen
in a town our size.

"So dude.....I sorta nuzzle into her ear, and say.....I wish...and she goes
all giggly, right....freeking weird....anyway....so then she tells
me....all quiet like, right....she knows this way cool place close
by...and...we can, like, go there....and...shit....be alone for a
while...I'm so freaked, dude...seriously...but....I am SO there, too...if
she is serious, I mean." he went on. I nodded again, my brain silently
yelling at him that "we," me and him, are already there at this private
place, and, I promise not to leave him with blue balls. He shook his head
again, then, went on with his tale.

"Ok, so we freeking do it, dude....right....pick up our shit...and jump in
the car....just me and her....and....she shows me how to get
here.....actually...almost right here where we are." He said, waving his
arm slightly to indicate ground zero. "So we get the blanket down, and then
we go in the water for a while, chilling, right....then....she gets, like,
all kissy, and huggy, on me again....out there in the lake....so...we come
back up here....and freeking LAY DOWN, dude....and...shit....she is like,
ALL over me, dude....it was freeking awesome...!"

   Feeling cool about him knowing I'm hard after hearing all of this
supposedly titillating story, I pretty openly reach down to adjust my
aching bone, and let it go ahead and poke out at the front of my jeans in
an obvious way.

    Rick looks, then chuckles, then says, nodding his head at my rampant
protrusion, "I know, dude...freeking hot as shit, huh....so anyway...I got
her freeking top all loose, and I actually have those melons in my bare
hands, dude.....sweet, too...and she has, like, half her freeking arm
stuffed into my swim suit....all groping the bone, and shit....fuckin
awesome...and I just know, dude, that I am SO gonna fuck her, right....?"
he told me, excitement growing in his voice. I shrug, like, who
knows....maybe....maybe not, too, given who we are discussing here.

   Yea, well...so shit, things are looking A-OK, and I'm about to lose it
in my trunks, you know....her freeking hand on my rod, and
shit....sweet....when....pretty much out of the same blue that started it
all....she freeking jerks her hand off my dick...and pushes me off
her....all freaked out, and shit...blabbering, and crying that we have to
stop...she just can't....bla, bla, bla......fuck me!" he rants, obviously
pissed all over again at an incident several weeks old. As poor of form as
it doubtless was, I couldn't stop myself, and I laughed.

   Rick glared at me, and idly pushed at what was now a very obvious hardon
of his own, and muttered, "So NOT funny, asshole....that freeking cold cunt
left my nuts in seriously bad shape, dude!"

   I got it under control then, and managed to stifle my giggles, and
gulped some air, then reached for my beer, hiding my glee behind taking a
big swallow, then, another. Rick calmed down some, and drained his own
brew, then looked sheepishly at me, unable to stop the grin from crossing
his face.

   "Fucking women!" he grunted, and I laughed again, nodding in agreement.

   "Exactly, dude.....exactly freeking right.....that's how come I am
seriously considering the gay thing myself." I blurted, then, bit down on
my beer-loosened tongue. He looked at me seriously for what seemed like a
very long time, then, said, very softly,

   "Really.....yea, well....actually....I was sorta wondering about
that...."

   I could actually hear my heart pounding, a sort of loud roaring noise in
my ears, and I just sat there looking at him. Nice going, Dufus, I thought,
just go ahead and blurt it all out there, and kiss off the best bud your
probably ever gonna have, why don't you. Jeez! I stared down, suddenly
extremely interested in the pattern of the blanket, and listened to my
heart try to explode in my chest. I started, jumping like a fool, when Rick
put his hand on my thigh, and squeezed it, then said,

   "Hey, Ry....you wanna go swimming, dude....it's, like, really hot all of
a sudden."

   My mind raced, trying to read his meaning, and knowing that neither of
us had a swim suit, and pondering my shaky ability to control my urges
should we suddenly end up naked together in this secret place. Sucking in a
breath of bravery, I met his smiling eyes, and stammered,

   I'm totally cool with that...if....you don't mind my hardon, that is!"

   Rick laughed, and pushed at my erection with his hand, and said,

   "Naw....it's cool dude....and, I even promise not to laugh and point at
the little thing, OK?"

   I made a quick dive toward him, groping his swollen cock, and replied,
"Yea, well....you might be surprised, dude....it's not as little as it used
to be!"

   Suddenly it was very quiet, as we awkwardly sat there on the blanket,
each of us tentatively groping the hardon of the other. Rick finally gave
me one final squeeze, then let go, saying, in a very soft tone,

   "True enough, Ry, true enough."

   We stood then, and I looked into his dark eyes, then, tugged my shirt
over my head, and moved my hands to my jeans. He watched my movements
intently, his eyes following my hands, and just before I slid my jeans down
my legs, I paused, and asked,

   "So dude....undies....or.....skinny dipping....?"


Rick grinned a wicked grin, and yanked at the fly of his own jeans, and
answered,

   "Skinny dip....all the way, dude....I ain't riding home in wet undies!"

   I actually thought that I heard it, the sound of that first hurdle
crashing down between us, but I only imagined it, I know. Be that as it
may, my earlier fears were rapidly replaced with blatant bravado, as I
excitedly stripped naked, and stood there in whatever naked glory I
possessed, waiting for Rick to finish stripping. He was quickly in the
uniform of the day, and I actually felt suddenly weak, all rubber-legged,
as I ran my gaze over his naked form. Holy shit, I thought, he is freeking
beautiful.....amazing...and...shit...that cock...damn....oh....damn!

He gave me a sly little glance, his eyes settling on my erection, where it
pointed straight up against my abdomen, with my slightly loose balls
hanging below. He smiled, and met my own doe-in-the-headlights look, and
winked at me.

   "Seems like you have been taking your vitamins, Ryan...and....they seem
to be working, too....come on dude...I'll race ya!" he quipped, and took
off on a run toward the water, while I stood there like statue, too stunned
with his beauty to make myself move. His loud splash upon hitting the water
on a dead run snapped me out of it, and I quickly followed him, hitting the
cool water with a fervor, and imagining that I could actually hear the hiss
of steam coming off my overheated body when it contacted the water.

   We swam around for a while, and splashed each other, generally
grab-assing around, and suddenly we were like the little boys we had always
been together, just bigger in all the right places. The casual body contact
that resulted from our horse play left my skin feeling singed wherever he
touched me, and I so longed to just wrap his lithe body up in my arms, and
hold on. My erection stayed hard as it had ever been, and from what I could
gather, Rick hadn't lost much, either. After a while, we tired of the
games, and slowly made our way back to shore, and waded up on the
shore. Back at the blanket, I really expected Rick to get dressed, but he
surprised me again, by opening each of us a beer, and just lying back on
the blanket, still nude. I settled in next to him, sitting off to one side
a little, and positioned myself to have full advantage of his naked
package, no longer concerned with what he thought of my desire to see him
this way. Not much was said, and after a bit, he lay down on his back, and
stretched his strong legs out, dropping one arm over his eyes. He sighed,
sounding content, and I adjusted over onto my side along side him, propping
my head on one bent elbow. I just lay there, quietly looking at his
incredible body, and learned every nuance, each nook and cranny, and all
but counted his ample pubic hairs. I stared hungrily at his thick cock, and
reveled in the sheer beauty of it, so firm, and smooth. He must have gone a
good six inches, not fully erect, but certainly tumescent, and the heavy
shaft was lined with fine little veins. The head was smooth, and a nice
mushroom shape, a lot like my own, and it was nicely cut, with a solid
ridge of flesh lining the perimeter. I felt my mouth flood with saliva as I
gazed at him, and somehow just knew that I wanted to, was going to, suck
his beautiful boyhood, and I could almost already feel the pulsing
thickness filling my hungry mouth. I shuddered slightly, and shifted my
gaze to his heavy ball sac, my eyes focusing on the tiny hairs that dotted
the crinkled skin, and the large orbs within. I longed to cup the pouch in
my palm, and gauge its heft, and the firmness of the nuggets, and a small
groan escaped my chest as I clearly imaged doing it. Rick stirred slightly,
another deep breath filling his lungs that he held for a beat, then, let it
out slowly. He suddenly sat up, his eyes meeting mine with a questioning
expression, as he most certainly had caught me again, literally staring at
his package, and, I suppose, all but drooling. Shit.

   "Dude, it's even warmer here than I thought....I'm going for another
dip. Why don't you pop me another brew....be right back."

With that, he got to his feet, and jogged off toward the lake, as I sat
there blushing like a school girl, but, perving that cute ass at the same
time. Jesus, I was becoming a basket case, and if I didn't get my shit
together soon, I was probably just going to cave totally, and just tell him
I wanted to suck his cock! Trying to distract my sordid thoughts, I drained
my half warm beer, and fished two cold ones out of the ice, popped the
tabs, and had another pull, waiting for Rick to come back.

   A few minutes later, I watched him walk out of the water, and cross the
meadow to the blanket. As he walked up, I held a beer out to him, and he
took it, tipping his head back, and ingesting a long pull of the cold
brew. His position placed his now completely soft cock right at my eye
level, and I was once again unable to stop myself from staring at it. Even
flaccid, it was a good size, probably somewhere close to four inches, and
it hung downward, resting on the plump sac of his balls. I struggled
against the incredible desire to just reach out my hand, and hold it,
feeling it's warmth, and weight in my hand, as I stroked it to hardness, my
fingers sliding over the smoothness of it, and rubbing across the spongy
head, as it swelled, and stiffened under my touch. I could actually
visualize it, rock hard, and throbbing, as I milked it base to tip, and I
imagined the heft of his full scrotum in my other hand at the same time. I
shuddered, my own cock standing straight out from my groin in unabashed
view, an all too obvious indicator of my arousal. Rick looked down at me,
then, folded his body down onto the blanket, and he smiled at me, then,
chuckled, as he nodded slightly at my pulsing hardon.

   "Hmmm....somebody is thinking bad thoughts, I see....is Mr. Happy there
still thinking about my little Angie story?" he asked.

   I felt my face go all hot again, and I felt my balls tingle just from
his staring at my cock like that.

   "Yea....something like that, I guess....its a pretty hot story,
actually....and.....dunno....just sorta horny, I guess." I stammered, and
it didn't sound very convincing, even to me.

   Rick stretched out on his back, and I watched, astounded, as his hand
moved to his crotch, and gripped his cock, idly stroking it a few times. It
instantly began to unfurl as he rubbed it, growing fully erect in a matter
of seconds, as I watched, incredulous that he would feel so comfortable
openly stimulating himself that way while I watched. He ran his fist over
his now fully hard meat another time, or two, then released it, and took
another pull from his beer. My eyes were locked onto his turgid erection,
scant inches from where I sat, and as he set the beer down, he looked at
me, a small smile turning up just the corners of his mouth.

   "Warm sun....cold brew....and pussy talk....really does make a dude
catch a case of the horns, big time!" he said.

    I nodded dumbly, as I felt my mouth flood with my saliva, so intense
was my desire to just lean forward a foot, or less, and slide that steely
hard cock into my hungry mouth. I was actually shocked at my nearly
uncontrollable urge, and my brain was spinning, as I tried to process the
myriad of mixed emotions that flashed through my consciousness at warp
speed. So much of me wanted to just go for it, damn the consequences, while
a very small part of me screamed no way, not unless you are willing to lose
him as a friend. I also knew he was watching me, doubtless reading my
hungry expression, which I was sure was telegraphing my thoughts. My heart
was hammering so hard, I actually was hearing it, like a loud roar in my
head, and I felt slightly light headed, dizzy, and totally unable to stop
staring at his pulsing erection. From my peripheral vision I saw him take
another swallow from his beer, and toss the can onto the small pile of
empties at the edge of the blanket, then, he edged slightly closer to me,
as the scent of him flooded my senses. His turgid cock was now no more than
a couple of inches away, and he lay back, moving his hands behind his
head. I gulped, hopeless, and totally unable to stop staring, as his soft
voice suddenly penetrated the jumble of thoughts that coursed through my
ravaged mind.

   "Hey Ry....seriously, dude....it's cool if ya
want....uh....I....um...well.....shit....you know, dude!" he mumbled.

   I gulped again, a strong shudder suddenly coursing over my trembling
body, and I tore my gaze from his gorgeous meat long enough to look up at
his face, not really believing what I had just heard him say. He had his
eyes closed, and was just lying there, his smooth chest rising and falling
with his somewhat rapid, and shallow breathing. I looked back at his cock,
so hard, and so thick, lying against his groin. I looked at his plump
scrotum, and saw the shape of his balls, large, and oval, as they hung
slightly loose below his erection. The whole picture went slightly fuzzy,
as it swam before my eyes in a kind of soft blur, and I really couldn't
believe it, when my hand, seemingly all by itself, slowly extended across
the scant distance between us, and came to rest on Rick's firm, warm thigh,
mere inches below that pulsing cock. He flinched slightly at the contact,
and I froze, then, my mouth hanging open in utter disbelief, I watched my
hand move slowly upward, then, higher, until my fingertips grazed his heavy
ball sac. Rick flinched again, as my fingers moved over his sac, and
actually probed each of his large nuggets, prodding them gently, as they
moved within the plump pouch.

   "Awww, shit!" I grunted, as my palm opened, then, closed around his
balls, and I hefted them slightly, reveling in the weight, and fullness of
them. He shuddered slightly, a soft sound escaping his chest, and I tugged
gently on his sac, my heart threatening to tear through my heaving chest
wall. Rick parted his legs wider, and the full weight of his scrotum
suddenly rested in the palm of my hand, and I stared, unable to fathom the
fact that I was actually playing with is balls. I shook my head, in an
effort to clear it, but the whole scene continued to play out in a sort of
surreal slow motion. I saw my fingers prod his full balls again, then,
release them, and move upward, my fingers splaying, before closing around
the rigid shaft of his throbbing cock.

   "Oh fuck....jeez....oh man, Rick.....damn....!" I stammered, my fist
firmly gripping his thick cock, and stroking the creamy smooth skin up and
down, as instinct took over. I was panting like a dog on a hot day, my
saliva so copious in my mouth that I needed to swallow repeatedly to keep
from drooling, and I stroked him, amazed at the movement of the satin skin
as it effortlessly slid back and forth over the rigid tube of tissue it
covered. Oh God, I thought, I'm actually doing it, finally, I'm pumping
this incredible piece of meat, stroking a cock, and it just feels so
fucking awesome in my hand. All of those hours of pounding my own dick, and
wanting it to be somebody else, countless time spent drooling over hot
pictures on the internet, and in magazines, imagining over and over what it
must actually be like, and, wow, here I am!

   As I found a rhythm in my stroking of Rick's turgid cock, he lifted his
head off the blanket, and looked down across his chest, his eyes going
wide, as he focused on my fist wrapped around his stalk, pumping it, and he
groaned loudly, his head moving side to side slowly, as if utter disbelief
of what was happening. I looked up at him, our eyes locking, and, as I
looked into his eyes, I suddenly just knew that I was going all the way. I
had dreamed this, over and over, and now, fuck the consequence, I wanted
this beautiful thing where it belonged, in my mouth, and throat. Still
looking into his wide eyes, I slowly leaned forward, my face inching ever
closer to his throbbing shaft, the scent of him filling my senses. I
extended my tongue, and let it slide over his plump ball sac, laving the
flat of my tongue over the soft, and wrinkled bag, again and again, as my
hand continued to stroke his rock hard tool.

   "Aggg.....fuck, Ryan.....God damn!" he croaked, his voice dry, and
craggy sounding.

   I opened my mouth, and sucked one ball inside, gently sucking the firm
orb, and probing it with my tongue, as he groaned again, and dropped his
head back on the blanket. I moved, and slid the other ball into my mouth,
repeating my efforts, then, released his scrotum, and ran the tip of my
tongue up the underside of his thick shaft. My taste buds exploded, his
flavors alive in my mouth, and as I reached the spongy head of his cock, I
lapped over it, making small licks, and reveling at the incredible
smoothness of the taut skin. My tongue tip stabbed repeatedly at the small
slit that centered the smooth head of his cock, and I suddenly tasted his
nutty flavored precum as it began to ooze from the small opening. I gripped
the base of his shaft in my finger, and thumb, lifting it off his groin,
and wiping the crimson head across my cheek, and lips. The smell of him was
intoxicating, and my head swooned again, a kind of dizzy feeling, and I
opened my mouth, lowering my lips over the mushroom cap of his pulsing
cock.

   Closing my lips just behind the firm ridge of skin that formed the shape
of his cock head, I applied a gentle suction, as my fingers stroked the
shaft. He groaned louder still, and his hands suddenly gripped my head, as
he once more lifted his head off the blanket, and looked down, across the
expanse of his heaving chest. I glanced up at him, as I slid another inch
of his cock into my mouth, and I saw his eyes go wide, a look of total
amazement crossing his face. Yea, Rick, I know, I thought, ain't nobody
here any more amazed than I am, dude. Still looking into his eyes, I took
another inch, and another, until the whole of him was buried in my hungry,
cocksucking, mouth. I felt the thickness of him filling all the space of my
mouth, and the spongy head bumped at the back of my throat, gagging me
briefly, and I swallowed, clearing my throat of the flood of my own
saliva. My eyes flooded with tears, and the drops ran down my cheeks in wet
rivulets, leaving long, wet trails on my flushed skin. I swallowed again, a
dull ache working along the line of my jaw bone, and I pulled my head back
some, letting about half of his thick shaft out of my mouth. I opened my
mouth, quickly grabbing a deep breath around his thickness, then, once more
wrapped my lips around the shaft, and slid my mouth back down his length,
my nose being tickled by his silky pubes.

   I closed my tearing eyes tightly, and closed my mind equally as tightly,
not allowing myself to think about what I was doing, or the consequences of
it, and found a rhythm. I moved my head over his length, setting a steady
up and down pace, my thumb and finger working the base of his cock in sync
with my sucking, and I could feel the slippery wetness of his shaft on my
battered lips. His nutty flavored precum was coating my tongue, and mixed
with my copious saliva, and I shuddered as it slid down my throat,
providing a dull acing sensation in my taste buds. His shaft seemed even
thicker to me now, and I paused briefly, savoring the feel of it pulsing
strongly against my tightly closed lips, where they surround it. As my
movement stopped momentarily, Rick's hands tightened their grip at my
temples, and he urged me to resume my hungry sucking of his rampant cock,
eager now, and so very close to giving me the reward that I so desperately
sought. I swallowed again, the slightly creamy mixture of my saliva, and
his free flowing precum, sliding easily down my throat, and I moved a hand
to cup his churning balls. I gripped, and released them, urging them to
give up the creamy essence of him, and sucked harder on his thickening
stalk. He groaned repeatedly, a near cadence of staccato like grunts deep
in his chest, and I felt his hips thrusting against my sucking mouth,
desperate now, to drive his turgid meat into my throat. I gripped his plump
sac again, and speeded up my sucking, and I felt his shaft jerk strongly
inside my mouth, as his hands slammed my head down on his exploding cock,
and I felt it suddenly erupt, as it suddenly jetted thick ropes of his
warm, slippery cum into my mouth in rapid pulses. My already full mouth
quickly flooded with his salty juices, and I gagged briefly, then,
swallowed, the thick fluid draining down my throat, as his cock erupted
again, and again, and again, each time flooding me to the point of
choking. I rolled his draining balls in my fingers, and struggled to keep
up with his amazing volume, as the tears ran down my cheeks, and some
dribbles of his thick cream escaped the stretched corners of my mouth,
until finally, he was spent, and sagged limply onto the blanket. I
continued to suckle his wilting cock, my fingers milking the softening
shaft, as my lips sucked at the head, capturing the final, weak dribbles of
his discharge, until there was none, and I let the soft cock slip from my
bruised lips. His after taste was strong in my mouth, and my jaw throbbed
with a pulsing, dull ache, as I lay my sweating face on his still heaving
abdomen, and tried to recover my breathing. Holy shit, I thought, as I
gulped ragged breaths of air, holy, fucking, shit!

   For what seemed like a long time, we just lay there, getting our
breathing under control, and neither of us moving, or saying anything. My
overwhelming passion now sated, my mind began racing with thoughts of the
probable aftermath of my actions, and I almost dreaded what would happen
next. Part of me worried mightily that I had very probably just ruined the
best friendship of my life, and I hated that thought, while another part of
me decided that if that was, in fact, the case, then so be it, it had been
nearly worth it. The act had been everything, and more, that I thought it
would be, and if I lived forever, I would never totally regret having the
experience. I loved Rick even better than a brother, and wanted his
friendship always, but, Rick or no Rick, I had just completed myself,
confirmed my long held suspicion of who, and what, I was at my core, and I
decided then, and there, that I would no longer deny myself that true
identity, no matter the cost in friendships that couldn't accept that. Rick
and I would talk about this, and reach some area of understanding, or not,
but I now knew without question that I wanted to, and would, do this again,
and then, again.

The End
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