Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2005 14:10:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: BussBoy DreamBoy (9)

All of the recent activities, both aquatic, and sexual, had brought on a
serious state of hunger, so we reluctantly dressed, and went in search of
sustenance. There was a nice steakhouse not far away that curried favor
among the college crowd, and I directed Ryan, as he guided the Mustang
through the early evening traffic.

Arriving, we turned the wheels over to a cute, high school age, valet guy,
who was none too subtle about giving Ryan the once over as he slid out from
behind the wheel.

Well! I made a mental note to self, and filed it in my cerebral "futures"
file. Having finally stepped over the threshold of letting myself enjoy the
carnal company of younger dudes, I was apt to repeat the journey, and the
hot little car-jock just might do nicely! But that was for another day, and
I returned my full attention to Ryan!

We were guided to a cozy table, then, menus and filled water glasses were
promptly provided. We selected among the varied offering's, and ordered,
then sat back to chat. Ryan was showing the effects of a long afternoon in
the sun, and a very sexy glow highlighted his creamy complexion, enhanced
further still by the remaining sexual flush. He had dressed in a very pale
blue button down shirt, and fresh kaki cargo shorts, and was turning more
than one head among our fellow diners, both male, and female! I sat back
proudly, and let them drool over my "date".

The food was both delicious, and plentiful, and we attacked it with vigor,
replenishing our spent energies. When one makes a living in the food
service business, there is something special about being on the customer
side of the equation, once in a while. The meal completed, I paid the tab,
and we walked outside. Ryan handed the valet ticket to the same hottie, who
lingered just a tad to long with his dazzling smile, as he gave a shot to
charming Ryan. Ryan turned away, facing me, the corners of his lush mouth
turned down in a frown. "Jeez..!" He quipped, "Does it show, or
something..?" I chuckled, and ruffled his soft hair, then answered, "Not
really, Ry...he's just being hopeful!" Ryan giggled at that idea, and let
it go.

Back in the car, we decided to enjoy the warm evening, and walk off the
heavy meal, so Ryan drove into the city park area, and we parked the
car. The park was centered with a large man-made lake, and we slowly
strolled around the shoreline. About half way around, we paused, and sat
down on a nearby bench. We sat quietly for a while, then, Ryan began
restlessly squirming in his seat, looking very much like he wanted to say
something. I passed my arm across the bench behind his shoulders, and said
quietly, "What is it, Ry...something bothering you?" He shrugged, and
started to reply, then stopped. "Go ahead Bud, spit it out...you'll feel
better." He looked at me, and I felt that heart tug thing again. He took in
a breath, then said," Yea...I know...I just...well...I...I guess...maybe
I'm...like...sorta confused...about...today..!" I gave that a minutes
thought, then replied, "Yea...that's certainly understandable...we kind of
ran, not walked, across a few bridges today, for sure." He looked at me
again, slowly nodding his head, then continued, "I mean...well...it was all
pretty awesome...for sure...but...oh shit...I don't know!" He stammered.

Another quiet moment, then, I asked, "Not that it much matters
now...but...are you wishing that none of that had happened...with us..? He
quickly shook his head no, and answered, "No...I don't wish that...no
way...I mean...I never felt that good before...but now...it just
seems...shit...just...gay..!" I smiled at him, and said, "Well, I
suppose...in a purely clinical sense...that's what it was...is...but I
thought we had decided that we weren't using labels....other than
fun...pleasurable...experimenting...like that..!" He nodded again,
agreeing, then added, "Right...yea, I know...and I liked it...a
lot...just...well shit, Josh...I mean...I got, like, a girlfriend...and
everything...sometime I want to, like, get married...be a Dad...all that
stuff...I mean....well...I always did, anyhow...!"

I smiled, and put my hand on his shoulder, gently hugging him against me,
and said, "I understand that Ryan...really, I do...and not for one minute
today did I kid myself that what we have is anything more than what it
is...and, the absolute last thing I wanted was to confuse your life...and
you shouldn't allow that, either...think of it as a growing up
experience...a fun thing that feels good...but not something you would
dedicate your life to...in a way, it's like eating your favorite ice cream,
or whatever....it's awesome while it lasts...but...when it's gone, it's
gone...and you move on, happier for having enjoyed the experience!" Jeez, I
actually CAN get a bit eloquent, on a good day!

Ryan smiled at that, blushed prettily, then giggled, as he replied, "That's
actually a pretty cool way to think about it...except...even my very
favorite ice cream of ALL....never made me feel THAT good!" I laughed, and
hoped that the crisis had lessened, even if it hadn't totally passed. I
hugged him again, and said, "Probably not...might not be the sterling
analogy I thought it was, actually, but remember, Bud...as the old saying
goes....if it feels THAT good....then, DO IT...!" He giggled again, and we
stood, resuming our walk around the lake.

While the subject didn't resurface during the completion of our walk, it
seemed prudent to back away from the situation, for now, at least. I had no
real way of knowing how deeply Ryan was bothered by our play, but he had
put a good face on things, and I decided that was a good place to leave it
for now. Sadly, I scrapped my earlier plan to head back home for some spa
time with him, after dinner, and I drove him home instead. We talked on the
phone the following morning, and when he reported into work that evening,
he was his normally great self, and we put in an excellent shift
together. I was seriously going to miss his skills when his internship
ended the following weekend. Hell, I was going to miss him, period!

It was an unusually cluttered week for me, in that my Doctorate Thesis was
due on Thursday, so other than work, and the ride home that followed, I
didn't see much of Ryan. I labored over the cumbersome report, and felt
like the world was lifted from my shoulders when I handed it in. I was
crashed at home that evening, naked in the spa, the second, of the three,
very cold Apple Martini's that I had committed to consume, close at hand,
when my cell rang. "Hey...this is Josh!" I chirped, Martini number one
slightly obvious in my too-cheery voice. "Hey, yourself, Perv!" Came the
melodic reply from Ryan, "What's up..?" I smiled, just to hear his voice,
and absently reached down to fondle my cock. "Truth is, I'm sitting all
nakey in the spa, sipping....well...drinking Apple Martini's!" I
answered. He chuckled, and replied, "Whoa...very cool...must mean you
turned in your paper..!" I nodded stupidly, hell Josh, it's a phone call,
you dweeb, then said, "Exactly...a cause for celebration...if ever there
was one..!" He giggled, and added congratulations, then said, haltingly,
"Uh...so...like...it's my last night at the restaurant tomorrow..." Another
useless nod from me, then, verbally, "Do NOT remind me, HotStuff...Don't
EVEN want to think about that...for a lot of reasons!" I leaned forward,
picked up the stemmed glass, and knocked back the remainder of the icy
drink, and wondered what one needed to do to summon a waiter around here!

Ryan went on a while about how cool working there, and with me, had been,
and how he was sorry it was over, etc. We talked about my paper, and other
goings-on of the week, then, he absolutely made my entire week, with one
small sentence! "Uh...I been thinking...uh...like...if you don't
have...plans...tomorrow...maybe we...well...shit...I really need some more
of that...oil...!" My dick instantly executed a flawless unfurling, rising
to its max potential in a matter of a very few seconds! I gulped, the
Martini aftertaste rising in my mouth, and squeaked, "Uh...sure.!" My
eloquence knowing absolutely no bounds! He giggled, and said,
"Sure....that's IT?" I recovered, my hand firmly wrapped around my
attentive little buddy, and tried it again, "No....that is NOT it...and you
damn well know it's not...just surprised me....plus, I'm slightly under the
influence!" I paused, then went on, "You sure, Ry...I mean...don't think
that you..." "THINK..." He interrupted, that's, like, ALL I been doing, ALL
week...and no, I do NOT think it's something I HAVE to do....seriously...I
REALLY....wanna....uh...you know...oil...me...again...!" Rolling my eyes
heavenward, I breathed, Thank you, God! "You, HotStuff, are most definitely
ON!" I chirped, "Shall I pick you up...or...?" "Nope...my Mom can drop me
off...just need a ride to work...after...!" He replied. I chuckled, and
replied, "Cool...your Speedo is ready, and waiting!" A soft giggle floated
across the frequency, then, "Naaa...won't be needing it!" Oh God, I
thought, thank you, again!

(To Be Continued)
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Hmmm....another sex-free chapter! I can hear you all now, "What IS it with
this Dude! LOl....forgive me...I'll make it up to you, next time, promise!
Many thanks for all of the very kind responses to this story...you all
provide me with great inspiration!!