Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2008 12:43:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Stephens <sunspots2008@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ricky is Hot! 3

I have received a great response to this story and know I will keep it
going a little longer than I had planned. Your encouragement will push me
further, tell me what you would like to see and maybe it will happen. You
guys are all Hot! I am getting worked up thinking of us all sitting in
front of our computers stroking away in passion, enjoying a story and
dreaming of times past or yet to come (yes, pun intended). If you readers
demand more, maybe a sequel will be in order.

"Without a second thought, we both run out of the woods and into the water
on the far side of the island. Ricky asks what we should do if a boat comes
around and spots us, especially if it's a boat full of girls. I tell Ricky
that if a boatload of girls comes around the island we should back up into
the shallow water and let them see our cocks; then we should kiss each
other to let them know that see can see our cocks, but they can't have
them. Ricky thinks that is hilarious, I look at Ricky and smile; God, Ricky
is hot!"

Part 3 -- Meeting the In-laws

With no boatloads of guys or girls in sight, Ricky and I head back into the
woods and recover our swim suits. After pulling our trunks back on, we
share one last kiss and holding hands we wade back out into the lake. When
the water gets chest deep we separate and beginning swimming back toward
the raft. We agreed to stop at the raft for a couple of minutes and then
resume our swim to the beach. While the whole trip is a decent distance,
neither of us have that much trouble with it. As a member of the high
school swim team, Ricky has little trouble with the endeavor. Although not
on the swim team, I ran cross-country and track and easily have the
endurance. Reflecting on the fact that my running background allows me to
stay with Ricky, I quickly decide that I will try out for the cross-country
team in college this fall. I hadn't planned on it, but I like being in
shape and I also like the thought of perving all the other guys in the
shower.

Around 25' ahead of me I see Ricky climbing up on the raft -- God, what an
ass on the kid. I know I have it bad, I like his body, I like his free
spirit attitude, and I like my hot Ricky. I quickly pull myself up the
ladder on to the raft and sit down opposite Ricky. We are both reclining,
using our elbows for support so we keep eye contact. Ricky pushes his feet
up against mine and begins to play footsy with me. I guess we are playing
footsy, I am not sure I know exactly what that is, but I decide that
playing around with foot contact in a flirtatious manner is playing footsy
-- works for me. I look over at Ricky's feet and I want to lick them and
suck his toes. Where did that come from?  Never before do I remember
wanting to do something, with sexual overtones, to someone's feet,
especially to another boy. I am learning a lot about myself today. If I
thought about this too hard it might freak me out. But, I have decided not
to think about it, I want to just try and enjoy it. The feeling is great,
this must be the feeling someone gets when they first try drugs. No wonder
it is hard to stop using drugs, I know it would be hard to stop this with
Ricky.

Neither Ricky nor I have a watch on, but from the way the sun is slowly
sinking in the western sky, we both know it is getting late. Ricky
announces that we had better go or he may miss the last bus. I ask him
where he lives and he tells me. Ricky lives about 15 or 20 minutes from my
house, so I happily announce that I will drive him home. We both get up and
dive off the raft in a race for the beach. As expected, Ricky wins the race
and refuses to let me forget it as we head to the locker room. Once inside
we head in different direction to find our lockers. There are rows of small
lockers, each with a basket for your clothes and a lock to secure
everything. The key for the lock is on a heavy duty elastic band you slip
around your wrist or ankle. Ricky and I both had our keys secured around
our ankles. I throw my foot up on the bench, remove the key and unlock my
locker. After retrieving my towel I lock up my clothes and head to the open
showers. Ricky is already in the shower room, so I take the shower head
next to him. We each let the water cascade down over our teenage bodies and
then reach down to strip off our trunks and rinse them in the shower
spray. Hooking our suits over the shower faucets, we continue to let the
water rinse out bodies. We didn't bring soap; the shower is really just a
rinse. The lake is clear and there is no chlorine present, so we are not
trying to remove sludge or chlorine pool odors. Trying to keep our cocks in
check we avoid looking directly at each other. However, we each know the
other is there and we know what each other's naked body looks like, so we
are both about half erect. There are two 11 or 12 year old boys across from
us and one points toward us and yells out "Hey Jimmy, look at the queers
with their boners pointing at each other. Do you think they are going suck
each other off?" They thought it was great fun and I was embarrassed, but
Ricky, ever the aggressive guy he is, yells out "you like what you see? You
guys want to suck us off? Come on Jimmy you know you want to."  Now it is
our young friends turn to get embarrassed. They turn off the water, grab
their towels and make a hasty retreat. Ricky laughs and we both decide it
is time to dry off, change and head out.

Ricky and I jump in my car and headed out down the highway. We talk about
guys we know from high school and speculate on which ones we think might be
homos. We also fantasize about guys we wished were queer and wistfully
hoped might be actually queer. As we got closer to Ricky's neighborhood I
got anxious. I was afraid if I didn't do something or say something Ricky
might just walk out of my life and I definitely didn't want that to
happen. Today had been one of the best days of my life and I know that it
could get even better. "Hey, Ricky, do you want to go to the drive-in
Saturday night?" Ricky laughed and said "are you asking me out on a date"?
I flushed slightly, I have gone out with the guys many times and we just
asked each other if they wanted to go to a movie, a game, out to eat, to
the mall, to the lake, or whatever. That's what I was asking, wasn't it or
was Ricky right? Was I actually asking him out on a date? The more I
thought about it the more I like the idea. "Yah Ricky, I am asking you out
on a date. Do you want to go on a date with me?" At this point we were both
slightly flushed, smiling like idiots and hard as a rock. Finally, Ricky
laughs and says, "Ok, I'll go out on a date with you, but you are going to
have to buy me a meal and pay for the movie." Now I am laughing." Ok, Ricky
I'll buy your food and pay for the movie, but you are going to have to put
out for me!" "You got a deal Mark!" We both giggled as I turned down his
street. I stop in front of Ricky's house and snake my hand over to cover
his hand and tell him I am looking forward to our date. He says he'll call
me tomorrow night to confirm everything. He jumps out of the car and runs
into his house. I pull out and head home on cloud nine.

Saturday night I shower and dress in my best casual outfit. I don't have to
shave, even on a semi-regular basis, but I splash on some after
shave. Yesterday I bought the new "Hi Karate" after shave and cologne. I
liked their TV commercial so I thought I would try it. I leave the house
quickly, just calling out that I was leaving. I didn't want to have to
explain who I was going to meet up with. I liked Ricky and hoped that this
relationship would continue, but it had a lot of potential to be a major
embarrassment. Having escaped my parents, my next hurdle would be Ricky's
parents. Would he be watching for me and run out when I pull up or was I
going to have go up and ring the door bell. It is still considered impolite
to pull up front and blow the horn, even if it is just a group of guys
heading out to cruise around downtown.

I pull up in front of Ricky's house and shift to neutral, waiting to see if
he is going to come out -- nothing. Shit! I know I am going to have to go
up and ring the door bell. I bite the bullet, turn off the engine and head
to the front door. As I reach the door, Ricky opens it and holds it wide
open and says that I have to meet his parents. I note that he is dressed
like me and smells of "Old Spice". I feel slightly nervous, but try to
affect my best "Eddie Haskell" persona. A thought passes through my
overactive brain -- I feel like I am meeting my in-laws, am I sick or what?
Ricky and I keep up the fiction that we knew each other from high school,
bumped into each other at Indian Lake and decided to go to the drive-in to
see "The Bridge on the River Kwai". We didn't actually know each other in
high school, but we did actually bump into each other at Indian Lake. As
far as the movie is concerned, we would have gone to the drive-in even if
it "Snow White" was playing; we wanted to be alone, in the dark, and in my
car, so that we could get our rocks off with each other. Finally, we were
released by Ricky's parents with the admonition that he was due home no
later than 12:30.

We quickly exited the house, jumped in my car and slowly drove down the
street until we were far enough away from Ricky's house that his parents
wouldn't see me shift into 3rd and fly down the road toward the Starlight
Drive-in Theater. Ricky and I were both a little giddy as we razzed each
other about our "after shave". "You look nice baby, but that "Old Spice" is
so old fashion." Ricky piped in with "I'd be embarrassed if I were you,
going to college wearing after shave, but you don't even shave. Do you even
have hair on your balls little boy?" I laughed, Ricky was one of the few
people who could certified that I did have hair on my balls. "I guess you
will have to examine my balls tonight to see if I have hair or not." That
brought a giggle out of Ricky. I loved Ricky's giggles and the look on his
beautiful face when he was in a giddy mood. I was happy just being around
him. I turned off the main road and made it around the corner toward the
drive-in entrance. Oh shit, there was a major line leading toward the box
office. There two lines of cars, side-by-side, inching toward the box
office. Ticket sellers were counting heads and totaling up the bill. One
dollar per person, no, damn this film was a blockbuster film so the price
was $i.50 per person. A few drive-ins were charging by the car, but this
was one of the theaters still charging by the head. But, my biggest concern
wasn't the price, but rather whether there would be enough empty spaces to
park far enough away from other cars to get hot and heavy with Ricky. God,
how I wanted to get it on with Ricky; I had jerked off 2 or 3 times a day
waiting for tonight. Waiting for what? I am not sure but I know I would
like him to suck my cock. But if he jerked me off I would be happy. Would I
suck his cock? Yah, I think that would be sexy. Would he think I was a
slut? I don't know. I guess I'll have to play this by ear. Before we go out
on a second date we need to talk about our expectations. A second date;
this is a date isn't it. God, I am so screwed up, but I like it. Shouldn't
I be dating girls? I guess so, but damn he sets me on fire! What a screwed
up world, if another guy turns you on shouldn't that be OK? I think it
should be, but I guess it isn't. If it was OK I wouldn't be worried about
people seeing me with Ricky. Well I don't mean seeing me with Ricky, I mean
seeing me with Ricky parked out in the backend of the drive-in movie
theater. How do you explain that one? Shit, just shut up and enjoy the
evening.

As I maneuvered around looking for a parking spot where we would not be
conspicuous, but still not close enough to other cars so that we would be
caught having sex, Ricky decided he was going to get the night started by
massaging my cock through my pants. I quickly reached my full height and
started pumping pre-cum into my boxers. Ricky wanted more direct contact,
so he lowered my zipper and reached into my pants and through the opening
in my boxers. I gasped and then moaned when he grabbed my cock and slowly
started stroking me. How I love this boy, my Ricky is so hot!

To be continued...

Have you ever gone to a drive-in theater? Have you ever had sex with
another guy at a drive-in? Tell us about it. I guess air conditioning
helped ruin the drive-ins. Do you wish drive-in theaters would make a
comeback? Have you ever met the parents of a guy you were going out with
and felt like you were meeting your in-laws? How many times a week do you
jerk-off reading these stories? For you guys under 25, how many times a
night do you jerk-off reading these stories? OK, for you horny sluts over
25, how many times tonight did you jerk off reading stories on Nifty?  When
you ask another gay guy to go out somewhere, like a movie, do you think of
it as a date or just a night out with a friend? What is the best date you
have had? What is the most unusual date? Oh, I guess we would all love to
hear about your dates from hell, it might make us all feel better about our
dates from hell.