Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2005 14:21:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Apartment Six (4)

After a night that seemed to last, liked, forever, daylight finally crawled
through my bedroom window. I stretched, then slid my arm under the sheet,
rubbing my fingers across my smooth chest, and flicking at my nipples. I
loved doing that, a recently discovered way to send little electric
feelings rippling down to my balls. I moved my hand over my firm tummy, and
lower, letting my fingertip slip into the warm crease of skin where my leg
joined my groin. Spreading my legs wider, I dropped my hand inside, and
cupped my balls, tugging the sac gently, and fingering the twin orbs. I
sighed, absolutely loving the sensations that stemmed from fondling my
balls. Ryan, I thought, oh man, how awesome it would be to feel his fingers
on my balls, on my morning wood, on my, anything!

I added my other arm under my sheet, and slid it down to my crotch, my
fingers closing around the granite hard stalk of my cock, and moving the
skin up and down. Oh man, that's so freeking sweet, I thought, my hips
lifting slightly, and bucking my hard on through my fist, as I kept teasing
my nuts with the other hand. I giggled, remembering the hungry look on
Ryan's cute face at the pool yesterday, as he stared at my tented trunks. I
giggled again, remembering his words, that it looked nice, and that I
needed to be sure to bring it to the lake, today. Oh yea, Ryan, I thought,
I am definitely going to be bringing "it" to the lake today, I just really
hope that you have some plans for "it," once I get it there!

I rolled out of bed, and walked over to my dresser, my stiff five incher
leading the way, all swaying around in front of me, sort of like he was
sniffing the air, looking for where the action was. Well, actually, he was
doing just that! Opening the drawer, I picked up a clean pair of boxers,
then, stopped. I giggled, and dug deeper in the drawer, coming out with the
sexy little yellow briefs that I had bought in a red-faced moment at the
mall. I had never actually wore them before, except when I was home by
myself, playing out one of my zillion fantasies, working up to a marathon
jackoff session. Man, I thought, it so sucks being a virgin, having all
these ideas of stuff, and never being able to actually do any of them. I
held up the tiny brief, and giggled, thinking, yup, gonna wear these
babies, and hope somebody besides me, looking in the bathroom mirror, gets
to appreciate how freeking hot they look on me! I took the sexy pants, a
clean Polo shirt, and shorts, and headed to the shower.

I eased my bedroom door open a little, and listened, hearing a silent
apartment. Figuring my Mom was either still sleeping, or had left for work,
I slipped naked into the hallway, and followed my pointing cock to the
bathroom. I peed for about five minutes, thinking up math problems in my
head, so my hard on would wilt enough to let me pee, then, brushed my
teeth. I cranked on the shower, and stepped in, soaping my body all over,
making sure all of me was squeaky clean. I rinsed, and dried off, then slid
on the yellow brief. I hit a sexy pose, arms up, and hands folded together
behind my head. I cocked my hips slightly forward, and checked myself out
in the mirror. My bare torso looked good, I decided, slim, and toned, and
my stuff bulged really nicely in the snug brief, making the stuffed pouch
look really full. Nice, I thought, and hopefully enough to make Ryan want
to see exactly what that bulge consisted of. I flexed my cock a little, and
giggled, seeing it jerk strongly against the smooth, silky fabric of the
yellow pouch. I turned, and looked over my shoulder, checking out my tight
little buns, clearly outlined in the briefs, and looking good, if I do say
so myself. Turning to face the mirror again, I gave the reflected image one
more look, and grinned, thinking, oh yea, 130 pounds of, uh, ready!

I dabbed my Right-Guard against the still hairless skin of my underarms,
and splashed a small amount of cologne onto my chest, and the inside of my
thighs, then got dressed, and headed back to my room. I found my big beach
towel, and some swim trunks, rolled the trunks in the towel, and walked out
to the kitchen. The wall clock read 7:30, so I dug out a box of cereal,
milk, and some juice, throwing together a small breakfast. I ate, cleaned
up my mess, and left a note for Mom, telling her I was at the lake with
some friends, and would see her later. I picked up my towel, shoved my cell
in my shorts pocket, and locked up the apartment. I crossed the pool area,
releasing a small giggle, as I passed the lounge chair where Ryan had
licked my ear yesterday, feeling a small tingle in that very same
ear. Jeez, I thought, he is just so freeking hot, and he knows about stuff
like that, stuff like I so want to know about, too!

I jogged up the metal staircase, and reached out to knock on the door of
apartment six, when it suddenly swung open. There stood a grinning Ryan,
looking so hot, I felt my dick began to inflate inside of my shorts. Bare
chested, a tank-top held loosely in one hand, and wearing some mid-thigh
length satin basketball shorts. The shorts, I noticed during the quick
perusal I gave his stunning body, were nicely filled out at the crotch, and
I let out a small squeak at the sight of him. He chuckled, and said,
"Morning, Aa, how's my young stud this morning?" I felt my face glowing, as
I grinned sheepishly at him, and croaked, "Hey, Ryan, uh, good, I'm really
good!" He chuckled again, his soft eyes drifting the length of me, then,
resting back on my own eyes. "I'm sure that's true. " He smiled, his eyes
drifting downward to take in my bulging crotch again. He put a hand on my
shoulder, and nudged me through the door, pushing it closed as I
entered. He stepped so close to me that could actually feel the warmth
coming off of his bare skin, and lightly brushed his soft lips against my
own. "It's only been a few hours," he said softly, "But I swear that you
are even cuter than yesterday." I felt my face go hot some more, both from
the kiss, and the words. He chuckled, and said throatily, "That beautiful
blush only makes you look hotter, Aa, almost irresistible, even." My back
leaning against the wall, and his sexy body scant inches from me, I moved
my hands behind my back, and kind of batted my long eyelashes at him, and
squeaked, "So don't, then...resist, I mean." He looked deep into my eyes,
and moved in to press his warm mouth against mine, and said softly, "Not
for long, baby-boy, not for very long." I shuddered, tasting his warm,
sweet, breath on my mouth, his awesome scent filling my nostrils, and
whispered, "Please, Ryan, oh man, please, not long."

He stepped back, and pulled the tank over his head, and I shuddered,
again. Jeez, I thought, what is up with me, saying that, this guy just,
like, turns me to jelly. Well, maybe not all of me turns to jelly, I
decided, I mean, jelly is soft, right, and this part of me was anything but
soft! Ryan moved to the table, stepped into some sandals, and picked up a
rolled beach towel, and his keys. He move back beside me, and put a hand on
my back, then moved it lower, and lightly passed his palm over my butt
cheeks, sending another shudder through my tense body. "Let's hit the road,
sweet-stuff, I can't wait to show you off to the guys!" I giggled softly,
for the first time actually considering "the guys," and what they were
going to think, when Ryan showed up at the lake, a fourteen year old,
pretty obviously in lust, in tow. I shrugged it off, deciding that he was
obviously eager about the idea, and eager, certainly more than applied to
me, as well! We went down to the carports, climbed into Ryan's car, and
took off for the lake.

As we drove, he talked, and kept reaching over to run his fingers up the
inside of my thigh, making my constant erection ache, and press
uncomfortably against the tight brief I was wearing. His fingers brushing
the bare skin of my thigh made me shudder, and I reached my hand down to
try to find better room for my cock. He chuckled, watching me, then, moved
his palm into my lap, his fingers gripping my cock. "Hmm, little Aaron
seems to be having a nice time, I see." He said, and I squeaked, jumping
from his touch on my cock. He let go, laughed softly, and said, "Easy
there, Stud, just chill, now, we have a whole lot of day ahead of us, and
more, and I promise he will go home happy, ok?" I blushed hotly, nodding my
head rapidly, and squeaked, "Uh huh, sure!" We drove quietly for another
half hour, and all of the math equations that I mentally worked on had,
like, zero effect on, uh, little Aaron.

We arrived at the lake, and parked, Ryan locking the car, and steering me
toward the boat ramp, his big hand firmly pressed onto my shoulder. We
walked out onto the floating dock, and Ryan scanned the lake, finally
spotting what he was looking for. He lifted his arm, waving them over his
head, and felt chills run down my spine, as the motion cause his tank-top
to pull up, baring his firm stomach. My eyes locked onto the dark hairs
surrounding his small navel, and followed the thin trail that disappeared
into his shorts. I gulped, longing to run my fingers through the small
patch, and follow the descending trial to the treasures that lurked beneath
the silky shorts. A boat, turned toward the dock, and accelerated toward
us, as Ryan dropped his arms, and again draped one strong arm over my
shoulders, pulling me close against his side protectively. He smiled at me,
and said, "Just relax, baby-boy, and have fun, this day is so going to
rock, trust me!" I nodded, and leaned against his body, and replied, "For
sure!"

The boat slowed, and slid up to the dock, as Ryan bent down, and stopped
its progress, holding the edge of the deck. "Hey Ry, what's up, Dude!"
Chirped the guy driving the boat, and Ryan bumped fists with him, saying,
"Hey Tony, how's it hanging, Dude?" I looked at Tony, and saw a very nice
looking guy of about twenty-five, or so. He looked Italian, I decided,
olive toned skin, and jet black hair. His wide grin showed off rows of snow
white teeth, and deep dimples in each cheek. His eyes were almost black
dark, and his eyebrows were thick, and black, like the hair on his head. He
stood up in the boat, and reached out to grab onto a post on the dock, and
my eyes went wide, as I saw his small Speedo swim suit, all really bulged
out in front. Jeez, I thought, and I thought I made a bulge in my yellow
briefs! His body was really smooth, just some hair, like, under his strong
arms, and some of the same as Ryan, like around his navel. Jeez, I thought,
this guy is killer hot, almost as good as Ryan! He shifted his gaze over to
me, and his eyes traveled over me, head to toe, and back again. I felt my
face go hot, and Ryan squeezed my shoulder, saying to Tony, "Down boy, too
much of that look will melt my ice cream, here." Tony chuckled, and shook
his head slightly, winking at Ryan, and saying, "Uh, sure, sorry Ry, I
mean, I know how fond you are of your ice cream!" Ryan chuckled, and moved
to help me into the boat, then jumped in himself, and settled onto the rear
seat, pulling me down next to him. He slid his arm around my waist, and
winked at Tony, saying, "Exactly correct, stud, and this particular flavor
is extra special, and one of my favorites, the very rare cherry! Tony and
Ryan laughed, and I blushed like a school girl who walked into the boys
bathroom, even my ears burned hot! Tony turned the boat around then, and
gassed it, so the noise stopped anybody from talking. We roared across the
lake, and into this really long cove, slowed down, and boated about a mile
into the cove. I saw a small cabin on the shore, and another wood dock by
the really nice beach at the edge of the lake. Tony steered the boat to the
dock, and killed the motor, then jumped put, and tied up the boat. Ryan
helped me out of the boat, and we all walked toward the beach, where there
were four other guys, two stretched out on a big tarp, sunning, and two
tossing a Frisbee back and forth. They all looked up as we walked onto the
tarp, and Ryan greeted them all. That done, he put his hand on my back, and
said, "Guys, meet my bud Aaron, Aa, this is Rick, and Josh, just call this
one Skip, and this would be Tony's better half, Eric. They all mumbled
"Hey's" and I did too, then watched, as Tony walked over to Eric, and the
two kissed deeply, right on the mouth! Tony pulled back from the kiss, and
tussled Eric's blond hair, saying, "Miss me, stud?" Eric nodded, and
smiled, saying "Always!" I felt my dick go all stiff again, thinking how
hot that was, the two of them just kissing like that, like it was no big
thing, at all!

We sat down on the tarp, everybody talking, which gave me a chance to check
out these hot guys closer. All of them looked like maybe around
twenty-five, and all of them were really awesome looking dudes, for sure, I
thought. I was amazed, and really happy, that they all had on the sexy
little Speedo suits, and all of them really bulged up, big time, too! As
they talked, Ryan explained that they all were bud's from college, and that
Tony and Eric were definitely a couple, while the others just kind of kept
things loose, enjoying each other, but no serious commitments. My head was
sorta spinning, thinking that it was so awesome they felt so cool about
being gay, and open, and just living their lives. Ryan was right, I
decided, it just didn't make sense to try being anything that you weren't,
and to not stress over what you were. In the course of that small
discussion, I learned that Ryan was in fact twenty-four years old, and just
looked the twenty I thought he was before. Cool, I thought, I don't care if
he's thirty-four, just being with him makes me melt, and, he loves cherry
ice cream, he said it himself!

We talked for a while, the guys all being really cool with me, so I started
to feel pretty mellow, except I had a really hard time not constantly
checking out the Speedos. Jeez, all these guys looked really hot wearing
them, and beside that, I hardly ever saw men wearing them, only little boys
with just tiny little bulges. These, I decided, were pretty awesome! Ryan
stood up, and reached for my hand, saying, "Come on Aa, lets go get
changed, and I'll take you for a boat ride." I took his hand, and he pulled
me up, then we walked toward the small cabin behind us. The place was
small, like mostly just one room, a kitchen tucked into a corner, and a
bathroom and shower off the back. There were stairs that went up to a loft
as big as the main room, where people slept, if they wanted to be
inside. Ryan explained that most of the guys slept outside someplace, if
they were staying overnight. Tony's Dad owned the place forever, but never
used it, more or less giving it to Tony. The guys used it a lot in the
summer, mostly just themselves, with the occasional party tossed in. It was
all on private acreage, and only accessible by boat, so it was perfect for,
as Ryan put it, "all-out-anything!"

Ryan rolled out his beach towel, and peeled the tank-top over his head,
again making me shudder from looking at his killer body. I pulled my Polo
off, and he looked at my bare chest and tummy, winking, and licking his
lips obscenely. I giggled, and watched, as he opened his shorts, and slid
theme down his strong legs, and stepped out of them. He was wearing tapered
boxers under the shorts, and my eyes dropped to his package, where his
equipment bulged against the material. He winked at me again, and indicated
it was my turn, and I hesitated, almost wishing that I'd just worn my
boxers, instead of the skimpy yellow brief. I took a deep breath, blushing,
because he just stood there watching me, and popped the snap on my cargos,
and let them fall to the floor. "JESUS!!" Ryan hissed, his eyes locked onto
my middle, barely covered in the small cloth. I giggled, embarrassed, and
sorta looked at the floor. JESUS!!" He said again, and I looked at him
sheepishly. "What..?" I squeaked, and he shook his head slowly, saying, "My
God, baby-boy, that, is the all out sexiest thing I have ever seen...fuck
the swim suit...you...are...staying...in....that! I looked down at myself,
and blushed a ton, felling my hard cock jump, just cause he was all looking
at me like that, and cause he said that! I looked at him, and wiggled my
eyebrows, saying, "I will, if you wear a Speedo, like the other guys!" He
chuckled, and stepped in front of me, then, scooped me up in his strong
arms, holding my feet off the floor, his big hands squeezing my tight butt,
said, "Aa, baby, it really doesn't matter much what I wear, cause I really
don't think I'm going to have it on long, whatever it is...I'm just feeling
too much of a craving for my ice cream!" I held him tight, and giggled.

(To Be Continued)
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