Date: Tue, 30 May 2006 15:01:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ryan's Impulse (26)

   By the third day the boys had spent at the beach condo, Rick's attitude
had definitely adjusted for the better, and he was obviously happier, and
more relaxed, than Ryan had seen him in some time. Part of the reason for
the transformation back to his old self, Ryan understood, was simply the
separation from his father, and the tension that constantly swirled around
that relationship, but, he also like to think it was at least partly due to
the relaxed, and certainly satisfying sex that the two had been sharing on
a frequent basis since their arrival at the beach.

   Ryan reflected back on that first evening they had spent at the condo,
and the long talk the two had had as they soaked in the warm, frothy waters
of the hot tub following a very intense exchange of blow jobs. Rick had
finally opened up some, even reluctantly admitting that he enjoyed Ryan
sucking his dick, and, that while he would probably never define himself as
gay, he did find playing with Ryan's cock, and even sucking it
occasionally, exciting, and pleasurable, as well. He was careful to point
out that it was not something that would ever deter him from his relentless
pursuit of finding some willing young ladies to spread their legs for him,
but, when that commodity was lacking, he would happily acquiesce to Ryan's
desire to please him, and relieve his tension. That pretty much worked for
Ryan, and he had told Rick as much, adding that should the mood ever strike
him, he would gladly spread his own legs for his special friend. Rick had
looked at him strangely as he absorbed the comment, but had made no real
reply, and the conversation had wandered after that. Ryan did, however,
take great solace when at bedtime, Rick had simply slid into one side of
the king sized bed, while Ryan occupied the other, both of them sleeping
naked, and side by side, as though it were the most natural thing in the
world. Just the feel of his friend's naked body, and the scents of him,
were enough to send Ryan into fitful slumber, frequently with a very hard
cock between his legs.

   On this morning, their fourth at the beach, the boy's decided to put a
small dent in Ryan's Dad's gold card by going out to breakfast at a posh
beachfront café located at the end of the municipal pier in the middle of
town. They secured the condo, and drove into town, and found a parking spot
close to the pier. They walked the length of the pier, relishing in the
warm and cloudless morning, then, entered the café, and secured a table
next to a window that afforded great views of the surf, and white sand
beach. The hostess left them with menu's, saying that their server would be
right along, and departed, as the boys began perusing the menu's. Both of
them looked up in surprise, as they heard,

   "Oh, cool...wow...what are you two doing here...?"

   Peering over the top's of the menu's, Ryan, and Rick both blinked in
surprise, as they realized the question had come from none other than
Angie, Rick's oft sought, and equally as oft failed, conquest from school,
and home, the very same Angie who had shown Rick the private little cove at
the lake that had been the scene of Ryan, and Rick's first sexual
adventure. Oh, and also the very same Angie who, thus far, had been
relentlessly devoted to maintaining her virgin status until completing that
stroll down the isle while wearing some flowing white gown, not that that
small vow held any water for Rick, who never seemed to tire of attempts to
fuck her, even though he could be assured of serious blue balls, every
time.

   "Hey...wow...Angie...what's up, girl?" Chirped Rick, suddenly all movie
star smiles, and dripping charm.

   Angie fixed them with her own version of movie star smile, and replied,

   "I'm working, actually...here, I mean...my uncle and aunt own this
place, and since I'm spending a few weeks with them at the beach, they put
me to work for the breakfast rush."

   Rick laid on more of the killer grin, and charm, and Ryan rolled his
eyes, amazed as always at Rick's refusal to give up on bedding this one,
regardless of the number of times she had cock-teased him, and ultimately
left him hanging. He sighed, as he realized the presence of Ms. Tits was
undoubtedly going to raise havoc with his growing sexual adventures with
Rick.


"Really...cool...so, you aren't, like, stuck working all day then?" Inquired
Rick, his facial expression much like that of a starving dog eyeing a
porterhouse steak.

   "Nope...just until about 11:00, usually, when the breakfast crowd dies
down, and we get reset for lunch, after that, I'm out of here for the
day...so, what are you two doing here, to repeat my original question.?
asked Angie, practically fawning over Rick's hi-amperage attention.

   Rick explained about Ryan's folks condo, and that they were just getting
away from home for a while, and kicking back at the really plush condo, and
the beach. His description of the place left Angie drooling, and Rick, ever
predictable, seized the opportunity to extend an invitation for Angie to
come by, and have a swim, or hot tub, or both, whenever, which she promptly
accepted, making a date for that very afternoon. Ryan rolled his eyes once
more, then, smiled, and ordered breakfast, though his appetite had suffered
a serious blow by the appearance of Angie. Fuck it, he decided, chances are
good that I will eventually get to finish whatever she starts, anyway.

   The delicious meal finished, an event accompanied by several fawning
visits by their prick-teaser waitress, Ryan paid the bill, and the boys
departed, with Angie promising to stop by the condo after work. They
strolled slowly back down the pier, settling the large meal, and then
walked along the beach for a while, and finally went back to the car, and
drove back to the condo, with Rick effusing hopefully regarding Angie's
upcoming visit, and the chance to have her alone in the private hot tub. He
implored Ryan to be cool, and be a bud, by joining them for a swim at the
complex pool, and then disappearing, once they returned to the condo to use
the spa. Ryan rolled his eyes some more, but of course agreed, not even
bothering to try to point out the probable end result of such a
strategy. When those cute balls of yours are blue to the point of pain,
buddy boy, he thought, you know where to find what you really should just
stick with in the first place.

   As promised, Angie showed up at the condo shortly after one in the
afternoon, very alluringly bedecked in a micro-bikini topped with a lacy
little beach shawl. As Ryan let his gaze drift over her very feminine
curves, and creases, he could almost understand Rick's unflagging desire to
jump those very well assembled bones, and tissues, because she truly was a
beauty, and built like the proverbial brick house, even he had to
admit. She actually gushed over the condo layout, as Ryan conducted a small
tour, with Rick all but drooling over her, as he followed like a lost
puppy, seizing every small opportunity to touch her, or compliment her.

    Ryan produced fresh beach towels from the linen closet, and Angie
peeled off the lacy shawl, leaving about eighty percent of her creamy skin
displayed where it all but overflowed the tiny bikini, and they headed over
to the pool complex. Over the next couple of hours, they swam, and sunned,
gabbing about their summers, and various mutual friends from school, and
eventually the increasing heat of the afternoon drove them to seek the
indoor relief of the condo. Back inside, Rick skillfully suggested a soak
in the hot tub, and Ryan dutifully declined, claiming a sun-headache, as he
headed off to the master bedroom to have a nap, while the ever hopeful Rick
led his prey to the spa on the private, walled in patio.

   Ryan actually took a refreshing shower, then, stretched out on the bed,
his mind picturing Rick's futile, and no doubt frustrating, attempts to con
Ms. Tits out of the small bikini, as he actually did drift off to sleep. He
woke with a start, nearly jumping out of his skin, as the bedroom door
slammed loudly, surprising Ryan that it stayed on the hinges, so forcefully
did it slam. He rolled onto his back, blinking, and glanced at the bedside
clock, realizing that he had been asleep nearly two hours. He blinked
again, and looked across the room at a furious Rick, who was naked, and
about as erect as it was possible to be.

   "That fucking cunt!" he groused, "Am I ever going to get it with
her....shit, dude....I fucking let her do it to me again!"

   The phrase "told you so" popped into Ryan's head, but he bit his tongue,
not wanting to further piss off his friend, and beside that, he was
seriously enjoying watching Rick's very nice cock bounce around as he
stormed about the room, cussing Angie in every way possible. Ryan nearly
giggled, stifling the urge at the last second, as he told himself those
cute balls actually seem to have a slight tint of blue to them.

   "Can you fucking believe this, dude...?" ranted Rick, "She fucking comes
on like gangbusters, all kissy-feely, right...?...even got the top off
her....all licking those hot nips, and shit...even got a hand inside the
bottoms....touched that juicy quim, and everything, man....shit...and she
yanked off my suit, too...playing with this pole like she fucking loved
it, right....?...then, fuck...I'm all trying to get her bottoms off
her....SO gonna fuck her, this time, right....? and...aw fuck, Ry....she just
fucking ups, and climbs out of the fucking tub....same shit...."I just can't,
Ricky...I'm sorry Ricky...SHIT.....FUCKING...DOUBLE SHIT!" He roared, his
fist slamming the dresser so hard Ryan thought the mirror might shatter.

   Ryan again suppressed the urge to laugh, and say I told you so, and his
eyes focused on the rigid erection that weaved off Rick's groin, and he
licked his lips, as he extended his arms toward the still seething Rick,
and said,

   "That's our little Angie, buddy-boy....and you really ought to know it by
now, by the way...but hey....screw it...you can't fuck her...you could
always just...fuck me...."

   It hung there maybe a minute, and Rick stopped short, looking across the
room at Ryan where he lay naked on the bed. Finally, a slow smile crossed
his handsome face, and he dropped a hand to grip the thick shaft of his
erection, and stroked it slowly, as he asked,

   "You serious, dude...?"

   Ryan's heart lurched in his chest, as he registered the seriousness of
Rick's question, and he felt his own cock stir to life, hardening to full
erection, as he suddenly wasn't sure of what he had just offered. While he
pondered whether to make a joke of his offer, or commit to it, Rick crossed
the room, and stood beside the bed, his throbbing cock swaying in front of
Ryan's eyes. Ryan stared at the impressive weapon, and gulped, as he slowly
reached out his hand, and gripped it, feeling it's heat, and hardness under
his fingers. Fuck, he thought, yes, I do mean it...oh God....I do...I
really want him to....oh man...fuck me....I do...damn....I really do! He
stroked Rick's very erect cock, and heard him release a low groan of
pleasure, as he rolled his eyes up to meet with Rick's serious stare, and
he nodded his head slowly, as he croaked,

   "Yea dude....I am...serious....I really, really....am!"

   Not letting himself think about it any further, having said it, Ryan
quickly rolled into a sitting position on the bed, his feet going to the
floor, as he tugged Rick closer, and slid his rock hard cock into his
mouth, as his hand gently cupped those blue tinted balls. Rick moaned
again, his fingers moving through Ryan's hair, as he relaxed, and let his
friend suck him, wondering why he didn't just stick with this talented boy
who quite honestly gave him more pleasure in an hour than all the girls he
had ever fooled around with combined. In an unusual gesture, Rick let his
palm run across Ryan's smooth chest, his fingers lightly teasing the small,
erect, nipples, as he said quietly,

   "Um....Ry...God, that's so good, dude...um....so...we
need...like....lotion...or something....right...?

   Ryan's heartbeat doubled hearing the question, and his cock throbbed in
his crotch, as he suddenly realized that Rick was actually interested in
fucking him, really fucking him...oh man....and he released the rigid cock
from his mouth, still stroking it, and replied,

   "Lie down, man....I'll deal with it, ok....just....oh man...jeez....just lie
down, ok...?"

   Rick dropped onto the bed, rolling onto his back, as his hand resumed
where Ryan had left off slowly, stroking his cock, as Ryan took off to the
bathroom. Damn, he thought, holy shit....is this actually going to
happen....wow....I never actually fucked anyone....and now....for a first....oh
man...a guy....no....not a guy....Ryan...oh Jesus...I am going
to...fuck....Ryan...!

   As those jumbled thoughts ran through Rick's feverish brain, Ryan
reappeared, and lay down on the bed, sheepishly depositing a bottle of
something labeled Astroglide onto the bed, as he nudged Rick's hand away,
and resumed stroking his cock. Rick gulped, a small feeling of fear
creeping into the pit of his stomach, as he watched his friends hand move
over his leaking cock a few more times, then pause, as he picked up the
bottle, and squeezed a large dollop of the clear gel into his palm. Again
gripping Rick's heavy penis, he applied a coating of the slippery gel to
the bulging cock, and Rick groaned loudly at the incredible sensation of
the added slickness.

   Ryan released Rick's well lubed cock then, and fumbled behind himself,
shyly applying the lube to his ass, then, swung his leg over Rick's torso,
straddling him, and leaned down to kiss him, his tongue sliding fully into
Rick's mouth. Rick swabbed at Ryan's tongue with is own, his hands moving
to cup the firm globes of Ryan's ass, and he groaned around the thick
tongue in his mouth as he realized how soft, and yet firm Ryan's ass was in
his grip. Holy shit, he thought...holy, fucking, shit!

   Ryan broke the kiss then, and maneuvered above his friend, his heart
hammering inside his chest, as he reached down to grip the slick shaft of
Rick's pulsing cock, and center it with his greasy asshole. He jumped, when
the smooth head of Rick's cock touched his small pucker, and he moved it
back and forth a few times, as sensations he had only imagined coursed over
him. He sucked in a deep breath, and held it, as he slowly lowered his
weight, adding pressure to their intimate contact. Rick grunted, his hands
firmly gripping Ryan's slim hips, and his face contorted in a grimace, as
Ryan pushed sharply downward, forcing the smooth, round head of Rick's cock
past his sphincter, and a good two inches into his previously virgin ass.

   Ryan paused, groaning deeply, as he suddenly felt as if a 2x4 had
entered his asshole. The feeling of sudden fullness was amazing, and he
briefly wondered if he was going to cause one hell of a mess. That urges
passed then, and what he now felt was a kind of dull pain, not sharp, but
steady, as he gritted his teeth, exhaled, and sucked in another big breath,
as he slowly sank down another two inches on the impaling meat of his
buddy.

   "AGgggg...Jesus...that's fucking awesome....!" Grunted Rick, his hands
gripping Ryan's hips so tightly the tips of his fingers turned white.

   "UMmmm....damn, dude...you are....so...fucking...big...!" hissed Ryan,
once more moving his slick, snug sheath downward to swallow the remainder
of Rick's meat until he actually felt the silky pubic hairs on his smooth
ball sac.

   Rick gripped Ryan's hips tighter still, and held him still, as he lifted
his head to look down over his torso, and see his entire cock buried fully
inside Ryan's ass. He groaned, and dropped his head back on the pillow,
sweat forming on his face, as he savored the unbelievable pleasure washing
over him. His cock throbbed, feeling as if it were trapped in a velvet
vice, and he groaned again, as he felt Ryan retract his ass muscles, as he
clamped tightly on the thick tube in his rectum. Holy shit, he thought,
this is amazing....like the best thing ever...damn....and, damn, again!

   Ryan slowly adjusted, his body getting used to the sense of fullness,
and the dull ache deep in his gut, and he sucked in more air, and slowly
lifted upward, his slippery sheath clinging firmly to the rigid penis in
his rectum as he rose up on his knees until only the bulbous head
remained. He grunted, and watched as a drop of his sweat fell onto Rick's
smooth chest, and he grunted again, as he once more lowered himself to
swallow Rick's throbbing hardness once more, nearly exploding in pleasure,
as the wide knob slid over his prostate. Fuuuuuckk....that's awesome, he
thought....wow...lets try that....again....and he lifted once more, paused, and
slid fully back onto Rick's fleshy pole, again sliding over the hard little
gland, causing his balls to draw up tight. He paused only briefly, moving
his hands to rest palm down on Rick's heaving chest, then, he found his
rhythm, and began steadily riding the rock hard cock of his best friend,
stimulating his little gland on every stroke.

   Rick couldn't believe how incredible it felt, the clinging sheath of
Ryan's ass gripping his shaft, and sliding up and down it's length, and he
closed his eyes, as his hand wandered to Ryan's smooth chest, and toyed
with his nipples, as Ryan deftly slid on his drooling cock. He felt his
balls lurch, and tighten, and he knew he was there, oh man, right fucking
there, for sure, and he released a low wail, as his cock swelled, and
spasmed, and his pent up cum erupted, flooding rapid jets of warm, slippery
semen into Ryan's clinging rectum.

   Ryan actually felt it, Rick's cock growing thicker still, and jerking
deep in his bowel, and he felt the strong ejaculation of each strong jet of
cum that Rick pumped repeatedly into him, as his own cock jumped, and
thickened, his balls exploding, and releasing several long ropes of thick
cream onto Rick's chest and stomach. His head lolled on his neck, and his
mouth hung open, drooling saliva to cascade down onto Rick's stomach,
mixing with the creamy cum that he had just sprayed there, and he gulped
air into his searing lungs, as he tumbled forward onto Rick, and felt the
strong arms of his friend wrap around him, and hold him, as they struggled
for normal breathing, tangled together, sweating and puffing, on the very
rumpled bed.

   The copious volume of Rick's ejaculation had so slimed Ryan's tunnel
that it was impossible not to have his wilting penis slip out of its warm
sheath, and it made an audible popping sound as it came free. The boys
giggled softly at hearing it, and Ryan rolled over to his side, as Rick
pulled him closer, and kissed his wet mouth, as he held him, and then,
kissed him again, as a mutual feeling of total amazement settled over both
the panting boys.

(To Be Continued)
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