Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2005 14:44:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: BusBoy DreamBoy (7)

As Ryan came down, recovering from the intensity of the orgasm I had just
given him, he fell strangely quiet. A quiet gregarious boy usually, he now
seemed withdrawn, and just lay back on his lounge, his arm covering his
eyes. I let him be for quiet for a while, wishing mightily that I could
read his mind. Maybe I rushed it, freaked him, now that the intensity of
the moment is over. Damn, I shouldn't have taken things so far, I suppose,
he wasn't ready. Shit...have I ruined it all for the sake of a simple hand
job, I wondered. Damn!

Unable to take the silence any longer, I reached over, and gently nudged
his shoulder, and asked, quietly, "Hey Ry....you OK, Buddy..?" He lifted
his arm from his eyes, and fixed me with the blue pools briefly, then, a
small smile crossed his face, and he nodded, saying, "Uh huh....it's
cool.." He flexed then, and rolled into a sitting position, then
stood. That maneuver brought his tiny Speedo to my eye-level, and I
couldn't resist resting my gaze on the sweet bulge there, and I smiled at
seeing the few spots where the blue material was darker than the rest,
evidence of the wetness of his recent explosion. "Think I need a cool
down.." he said, and walked over to the pool, and plunged in.

I kicked back on my lounge, and watched him execute several flawless laps
of the pool before stopping, and sitting on the steps at the shallow
end. He looked over at me, and smiled, then gave me "come here" sign. I
walked over to him, and waded down the steps, then sat beside him. He
surprised me, when he hooked his arm through mine, and laid his head
against my shoulder, but I was grateful for the warm gesture, none the
less!

After a couple of quiet minutes, he sighed deeply, and said, very softly,
"Really amazing....intense...you know...?" I paused, deciding whether to
make my reply serious, or to try to lighten things up a tad. I opted for
the latter, and answered, "What...your lap swimming...I totally
agree...your really very good.!" He raised his head, and looked at me,
grinning, and my heart melted again, as I drank in his exceptional
looks. "Uh...yea...right...well...everybody has at least one skill...you
for sure do...just ask me..!" he said softly. I smiled, and ruffled his wet
hair, but made no reply.

We fell silent again, and he laid his head on my shoulder again. A few more
minutes passed, and I decided, fuck it, we need to get past this, so I
said, "You really ok, Ry...I mean...uh...well...if....if I fucked up, back
there...got carried away...whatever....I'm sorry, Dude....!" I more or less
blurted it out, not the way I wanted it to sound. Probably because it
wasn't a damn bit true, I was NOT sorry for what I had done....I was only
sorry if my act had caused a problem! I felt his head move on my shoulder
as he shook it in the negative, and tightened his grip on my arm, saying,
"No, man....nobody fucked up...I mean...shit...I let it happen,
right....shit...I even LIKED it happening...!" He blurted, then paused
again. He inhaled a big breath, and let it go, raised his head, and drilled
me with those incredible eyes. Another inhale, then, "So,
Josh...uh...well.. uh...shit....so you're gay then, right...? My turn for a
deep breath now, which I took, then replied, "Look, Ry....this is going to
sound fucked up...yea...I guess I'm...gay...though I really hate that
term...sort of, anyway..!"

He looked at me a full minute, at least, then smiled, and said, "Isn't that
sorta like saying somebody's "sort of" pregnant, or "sort of" dead...?"
"How does anybody be "sort of"....gay..?" I sighed, and went on,
"Well...ok...assuming by "gay" we are referring to homosexual...then...yes,
I am...but not in the....usual way...so much..!" Gosh, I thought, that was
freeking brilliant! He cocked his head slightly, and lifted one eyebrow,
smiling sweetly at me, and asked, "meaning...?" I let go another big sigh,
and muddled on. "What I mean is...yes..., my sexual attraction is other
males...but...shit...I mean...I rarely have sex with other men....a
few...but....hell...Ry...it's young dudes like you that push my
buttons...but...I never let that particular urge go, actually....till
now...and...you...!"

He digested that for a minute, then smiled, his creamy cheeks growing a
gentle pink shade, as he said, "Wow...that's pretty special, Dude..!" I
chuckled, and replied, dead serious, "Exactly right.....you, Hotstuff, are
indeed, very, very, special!" he blushed some more, and giggled
sweetly. Having pretty much laid out my hand, I churned on, "Look
Ry....seriously...what happened....was...is...awesome...what I've wanted
since the first time I saw you...but...it's way more than that
now...and...I want us to be Bud's....seriously...I can give up on trying to
get in your knickers...sadly...but...I will..!" He laughed, then said,
seriously, "Wow, again...that's like...a lot...!" He stopped another
minute, then, "But...and yea, for sure....we ARE
Bud's....but...maybe...well....just chill Dude....and...maybe...don't be
letting your mouth write checks that your ass can't cash...OK..?" I looked
at him, incredulous, and answered, "You mean...?" He stared at me a long
moment, then said, "Dunno, actually...but...I can't say it wasn't over the
top...it was...is...whatever....besides....I already KNEW you were a major
PERV..!"

That rejoinder seemed to melt the remaining ice between us, for the moment,
anyway, and I reached down, and splashed water all over him! He yelped, and
slapped furiously at the water, equally soaking me as a result! We plunged
into the water, swam some laps, and took turns dunking and splashing each
other like two school kids for a while, then returned to the lounges, and
settled down.

The energy between us seemed to return to normal following our little talk,
if it could be defined as such, and I relaxed again. We drank some cold
soda's, and chatted about work, the variety of personalities that one
encounteres in work dealing with the general public, and he talked about my
Mustang, a subject that had recently become high on his list of
favorites. After an hour or so of idle chatter, we fell quiet again, and
just lay on the comfy lounges, soaking up the warm sun. I was half asleep,
when I heard his Ryan say, very softly, "Josh....Dude...I...uh...think I
need...some oil...again...!" My heart threatened to leap out of my chest as
I registered what he was saying! Trying desperately to maintain my cool, I
swung my legs over the side of the lounge, and sat up, saying, well,
ok... squeaking, then, "Sure!" Gawd, I can be SO eloquent, sometimes!

I grabbed the bottle of oil, and let my eyes drift over his luscious body
as he lay on his back, fully stretched out on the thickly padded lounge. My
breath caught in my throat as I drank in the beauty of his near perfect
body, and I gasped again as my eyes focused on the tiny Speedo! He was
fully erect, no question about it, the sweet meat succinctly outlined by
the taut cloth. Unable to stop my self, I groaned, and uttered, "Fuck!"
See....how eloquent is that? He opened his eyes briefly, and looked at me,
a small nervous smile on his face. He giggled, and closed his eyes again,
then mumbled, barely a whisper, "Oil me...everyplace...OK..?" I gasped
again, dumbly nodding my head to his closed eyes, and tried, honest, to
reply. I opened my mouth, but nothing escaped my suddenly very dry
mouth. Trying again, I managed a weak, "Sure!" Again, with the deft
eloquence!

Leaning over his prone form, I repeated the oil spreading process of a
couple of hours ago, again reeling from the electric contact with his
unblemished skin, and the total smoothness of him! I worked down over his
torso, and moved to his hairless legs, letting my fingers lightly linger
over the Speedo, and deftly lifting the elastic just enough to allow the
shiny knob of his cock slip out into the sun. He groaned as I did that, and
reflexively spread his legs a bit wider. I spread the slippery oil on his
trim ankles, and worked upward to his toned inner thighs, where I trailed
my slick fingertips ever so lightly over his warm skin. He moaned again,
and lifted his slim hips slightly, in an effort to increase the contact.

I leaned in to him, my nose almost touching the packed Speedo, and I
inhaled deeply, my saliva suddenly flooding my mouth, as I captured the
all-boy scent of him! "Oh God....Ry...!" I blurted, once again
demonstrating my tremendous command of the English language. He knew what I
meant, somehow, call it instinct, and he lifted his small butt off the
lounge, as my fingers gripped the elastic of the Speedo. "Uh huh!" He
growled, easily equaling my famous eloquence! I tugged at the tiny garment,
lifting the front outward, and pushed it down over his slim
hips. Oh......FUCK ME....his boyhood sprang into view, granite hard, and
slapped against his groin! I watched it, a total thing of beauty, pulsing
with his rapid heartbeat! I swallowed hard, and worked the Speedo down his
legs, then off his small feet, leaving him totally naked to my hungry gaze!
I glanced up, and noted his arm was still draped across his eyes, his
smooth chest rising and falling rapidly.

My eyes shifted back, and focused fully on his treasures. Surely Heavens
own master craftsman had created this total wonder before me with his very
own hands, on his very best day! The boy was even more perfect naked, than
in the skimpy outfit! His cock was gorgeous, somewhere very close to six
inches, and fairly slim, maybe inch and half in thickness. Cleanly cut, the
head was flared nicely, slightly wider than the shaft, and a deep red in
color, tinted with a slight purple hue. The small slit was gaped slightly,
and his clear fluid drooled there, giving shine to the smooth glans. His
balls were snuggly tucked into his body, having been secured in the tight
Speedo so long, and the scrotum was a healthy pink tone, wrinkled, and
dotted with a few very fine strands of hair. As I hungrily drank in the
incredible beauty of the boy, it occurred to me that if one were to query
Webster's under "perfect"...this, was the picture that would be found as
definition!

I ran my hand up his inner thigh again, grazing the satin skin
ever-so-lightly, and let my fingers slip under his taut sac. I closed my
hand gently around it, and hefted his balls, as if measuring their
weight. The fullness of the pouch surprised me, and I gently probed the
grape sized orbs within, as he let out a series of small groans. I released
his balls, and walked my fingers up the smooth shaft of his cock, then
gripped its hardness in my fist. I stroked it a few times, and he
shuddered, expelling another groan. I passed my thumb across the glossy
head, and parted the small slit slightly, and uttered a groan of my own, as
I watched a tear-drop of his precum emerge. Lost entirely to my unabridged
lust, I leaned in, and lapped the precious nectar away, savoring its
slickness, and slightly acrid flavor on my tongue, as my taste buds
exploded with desire for more!

"God, Ry....so perfect...just....awesome...!" I hissed, and lifted that
sweet meat away from his thin patch of pubes, and again swabbed my tongue
over his leaking head. His hips bucked, as he drove upward, and I granted
his wish, sliding his rampant cock into my mouth, and gliding downward,
until my nose brushed his soft pubic hairs! He jerked, and shuddered, a
long, slow groan escaping from deep within, and I moved my mouth on his
wonder, sucking him, tasting the pure boy that was him...my Ryan..! I moved
a hand back to his balls, and fondled them, as I slavered over his
throbbing tool, sucking him like my life might end any second! Up, and
down, that pulsing tool I went, drooling freely from the corners of my
mouth, as I savored his incredible flavors, and textures, as fully excited
as I had ever been in my entire life!

He was emitting a steady cadence of groans now, and his fists tugged at the
padding of the lounge, as his hips flexed in rhythm with my sucking. I felt
his shaft jerk in my mouth, and I instantly withdrew, dropping lower, to
lick, then suck, his firm little balls, and their sac, letting him cool
just a bit. "Ohhh.....God....damn...!" He roared, and I returned to his
hungry cock, again swallowing its length, feeling the spongy head hit my
throat! Up, and down I went, again toying with his tight balls, as I sucked
him for full effect now, greedy to experience his crescendo, hungry for his
essence! "Ummm.....Ohhhh....Aggg....!" he chanted, hips bucking wildly now,
and I again felt his boyhood jerk, and swell thicker in my sucking mouth!
UNggggg......Uhhhh....!" He sang, and his trim body went totally tense,
hips driving his treasure deep into my mouth! Wanting to savor his creamy
offering, I pulled back until I held maybe half of his drooling cock in my
mouth, and with another loud groan, he exploded, spewing his first jet of
boy batter across my tongue, followed rapidly by 2,3,4 more thick globs. My
mouth exploded with his flavor, as I rapidly swallowed each strong offering
as it presented, until he quieted. Firmly locking my lips around his
softening cock, I held it inside my mouth, and suckled it gently, coaxing
the final drizzles of the sweet cream from his now spent tool.

I released his now soft cock from my lips, and gently pressed my lips to
his soft tummy between his thin pubes, and that cute little crater of a
navel, then sat up, swabbing my tongue over the roof of my mouth to capture
any remnants of his essence. I looked at him, and he grinned maybe a mile
wide, the gleaming whiteness of his perfect teeth dazzling in the bright
sun. Gulping air in deep breaths, he swiped an arm across his sweaty brow,
and uttered, "HOLY....SHIT...!" More eloquence....it's an acquired skill,
dear reader's..... do NOT try this, at home!

(To Be Continued)
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