From: textboy@aol.com (Textboy) Subject: ** New story from Anonymous Reader - A Ride Home m/m oral ** Date: 2 Jun 1997 20:26:22 GMT You must be older than 18/21 depending on your community's standards to read this text. If you are not, you must leave... ---------------------------------------- The following story is fiction. Characters and plot events are products of the author's imagination. ******************************* A Ride Home "I'm gonna have the house all to myself once we get outta here," Andy said. It was the last day of school and he was very excited about his two brothers, one sister, and two parents not being home when he got there. He was also hotter than any guy I could create, even in my head. He had a face on par with Leo DiCaprio. He was 17, about 6'0" and 160 pounds of lean, fine body. And, depending on how you looked at him, he either had very light brown hair or really dark blonde hair. We hardly ever talked, but I looked at him as much as possible throughout the day. And there was me, sitting two rows over, thinking of how much I would give to join him, at home.... alone. I was average looking. I wasn't at all fat, but I didn't have the six pack that I knew Andy did. I had brown hair and eyes, and I was 16, I'd be 17 in just a few months. Andy's only problem that day was that he didn't have a ride home. Someone had bumped into his car the week before, and it was in the shop for body repairs. I was hearing him ask all of his friends if they could give him a ride home. But each of them had the same reason that they couldn't: they still had another final exam that day. But not Andy; he had an off period the next class, so he had no test and his school year was only minutes away from being over. Luckily, as it turns out, for me, I had an off period too. So, at last: "Eric...." he called. And I looked up at him, as if I hadn't been listening to every word coming out of his beautiful mouth. "You live down C Street, right?" I just nodded. "Could you give me a ride home? It's out on Bentcreek Road." Since I didn't exactly want to sound like I was in ecstasy, I let out a small "Um.... sure.... you just have to show me where it is." "Yea, OK. I'll be at your truck when the bell rights." I just nodded again. The way home felt rather awkward. I was in the same truck (ALONE) with the guy that I actually felt LOVE for. I really thought he was the type that I could hold a committed relationship with. But, there were two problems with these fantasies: People new me as a straight kinda guy. And *he* ACTED straight as a board, though I had my doubts. He was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. We said relatively nothing on the way to his house, but when we finally got there: "Alrighty-then. Thanks for the ride." "Yeah." He started pushing the truck door shut. But I caught him: "Hey, do you still have my CD? I wouldn't ask, but it's one of my favorites and I probably won't see you again until the end of August." It really was one of my favs, but I really just wanted to get into his room. "Yeah, yeah. OK, I'll go get it for you...." he said. My heart flew down to my ankle. "Or, did you wanna come in and get it?" "Aww, I'll run in.... I've got all the time in the world," I explained, trying to be casual. And also hoping he would take the hint that I wouldn't mind staying a few minutes. So we went up to his room. He handed me my CD. On our way out, we went through the living room. Trying to think of something -- anything -- to say, I noticed the massive big-screen TV. "Now THAT'S a tube!" I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Yea, we just got it. We also added the satellite outside. Hey, you wanna watch some MTV?" "Sure! I haven't gotten to watch any videos in YEARS, it seems like," I proclaimed. Well, years, months, last week, whatever. I was just ecstatic to be invited to stay. After about 15 videos, a Madonna video came on. "Express Yourself", it was. The one with a few dozen half naked beefcakes. I look over at him, sitting on the opposite couch. Then.... the revelation: HE HAD A HARD-ON! Luckily he didn't see me look. And only after turning away from looking at the bulge in his mesh shorts did I realize I had one too. After the video was over, he asked me a pretty blunt (and shocking) question: "Have you ever gotten a hard-on looking at another guy?" Not knowing what to say, I quickly denied it. "Um, no. Have you?" I couldn't believe I was having this conversation. "Well, yeah, I have BEFORE. You can't say you NEVER have." I confessed. "Well, I have.... BEFORE. Once in a while." "Would you ever do anything with a guy?" "Like?" "Make out? Suck his dick?" "I'm not going to say 'no' right away. I never really thought about it. Would you?" "I've actually wanted to," he declared, almost proudly. Now, let me get this straight, I thought to myself. Was this undeniable perfect guy -- POPULAR in school -- confessing to me that he was gay? I hoped so. "So.... are you saying.... you're.... uh.... gay?" I asked nervously. "I don't know. I guess so." "Why did you pick me to tell?" I asked. "I don't know that either. It just seemed like the right time for me to say something." I was about to tell him to drop his drawers, I would too, and he could see if he liked it right then and there. I restrained myself. I didn't know how long I could, though. This was a MAN. For heavens sake, he had PECS when he was still in the eighth grade! "Well, I've thought I was before. You know.... I was.... gay," I said. "I figured. That's why I picked you to tell first," my man said. After what seemed like hours: "So, would you do something with a guy?" And, with a smirk: "Say.... me?" I just smiled and, very slightly, nodded. He walked over at sat down on the couch next to me. We just looked at each other. After we had been staring into each others eyes for what seemed like years, he finally leaned over, closed his eyes, and kissed me. His soft, full lips meeting mine. We both pulled back and started laughing, almost to the point of hysteria. When we got over our giggles, we leaned over and he stuck his tongue in my mouth, and I in his. It was beautiful. I had made out with girls before, so no one would get suspicious of my feelings with guys, but I knew now for sure who I was meant to be with. I must have been wrapping my tongue around his for 10 minutes when he leaned back again. I had put my arm on his waist, and he moved it off. He took his shirt off. He was AMAZING. His chest was beautiful and hairless. He had light blonde armpit hair that got me even stiffer than I already was. His arms were lightly dusted with hair. And his legs, covered totally with brown hair. He kissed me again. But, since he had no shirt on, I hesistated to put my arms around him again. First, he took my arms and lifted them above my head. I did nothing. He took the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up, over my head, and off. He threw it on the floor, on top of his. He took my arms, directed them to his back. I began rubbing his back up and down as we kissed and he took his arms and hung them over my shoulders, connecting his hands around the back of my neck. Finally, we pressed our bodies together as we made out. That wonderful feeling of his skin tightly pushed against mine got me more excited than ever. Finally, after about 30 more minutes of exploring his mouth with my tongue, I decided to take a risk. Just to see what he would do, I moved my hands off his back and began kissing his body. I licked his chest for several minutes, and then his navel. Then, after some considering, I began to tug on his mesh shorts and his jockeys. He grabbed my wrist, stopping me cold. He just looked into my eyes and said, "You first." And who was I to disobey? I unfastened my jean shorts and took them down. Andy grabbed the top of my briefs and lowered them down, exposing my dick. It was hard as a rock and about 6 1/2 inches long and thick. And then, when he stood up to get comfortable on the couch again so he could take my meat in his mouth, I grabbed his shorts and jockeys again, and this time he let me pull them down. I exposed well over 7 inches of beautiful cock. Andy looked better than ever. He layed on the couch, stomach down, and took my meat in his mouth. He went about half way down before he could go no more. I understood, since this was his first time. I gently held the back of his head as he went up and down on me, while feeling my chest and torso with his two hands. Since this had all started almost an hour ago, I was about ready to let it all go. "I'm gonna cum," I warned. He did nothing. I opened my eyes and repeated myself. He still did nothing. Finally, I could hold it no more. He took ALL of my love juice in his mouth in two swallows, and then continued with my meat in his mouth until it softened completely. During all of this I said nothing, only groaned. When he was done, he got up and kissed me. We made out for a while again. I could taste my own cum in his mouth. "My turn now," I said. He stood in the middle of the living room and I knelt down in from of him and took about 5 inches of his 7 incher. He also placed his hands gently on the back of my neck and head. We got a steady rhythm going, and he also warned me that he was going to cum. Well, I figured if Andy could do it, so could I. But, he repeated himself: "Eric, I'm gonna shoot, like, right now." And he did. Boy, did he shoot. I licked it. I liked it. I loved it. It was my first taste of another guy's cum. And it was the cum that came out of this dick--the dick that belonged to the most beautiful boy (MAN) in the world. I licked him clean, got up off the floor, and we made out some more. By the time we were all done, it was almost 3 PM. We had been at it almost 2 hours! And his older brother was due home at 3:15. We quickly got dressed, and he led me to the door. He opened the door, and we kissed again. Making out where ANYONE driving or walking by could see us. He told me he would let me know next time he was home alone and we'd maybe get together again, and I left with a sort of satisfaction I'd never felt before. Well, it just worked out that he was home alone many times that summer. And we had quite a bit of fun that summer, too. ******************************* -Anonymous Come visit my site at...http://members.aol.com/textboy/