Date: Tue, 6 Oct 2009 12:33:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Drive-In Movie (3)

Drive-In Movie
By
Storyguy22

(3)

   After dropping Rob at home, Ryan drove to his house mostly on auto-pilot
as he replayed the stunning events of the past couple of hours. Now that
the passion of the moment, well, moments to put a point on it, had cooled
he was feeling more than a little bit weird about it. He was actually
somewhat surprised at himself for going along with Rob's sexual overtures,
as least as seemingly willingly as he had, and in this period of stark
reflection he almost wished that he hadn't; almost, but not entirely. There
was no doubt that the whole thing had been pretty amazing, and it certainly
had felt great having Robby play with his cock, and when he sucked it, even
allowing him to shoot off in his mouth it had been way over the top,
definitely. No, his consternation was not with the pure physical side of
things, but more with the emotional end of things now that the excitement
had cooled.

   Hell, Ryan thought, I never thought there was a gay bone in my body, not
even the bone in question, and he still felt that way about himself. And
Robby, shit, who knew? As long as the two boys had been friends there had
before tonight never been a hint that he went that route either. Well,
maybe now that Ryan was really thinking about it, maybe a very subtle clue
or two, mostly evidenced by Rob's apparent lack of genuine interest in
girls except in a "just friends" sort of way. And when he really studied
Rob's behaviors he realized that other factors were present too, such as
Rob's lack of interest in sports participation, preferring instead to be a
spectator and an admirer of the guys who possessed a sport prowess, and in
thinking about that he suddenly realized that there had been several
occasions during football or baseball victory parties where Rob had
actually fawned over the star of the game.

   Ryan parked in his driveway, and quietly entered the silent house. He
took a soda from the refrigerator on his way through the kitchen, and then
climbed the stairs to his bedroom, being stealthy to avoid waking his
sleeping parents. He closed his door, and stripped to his underwear before
settling down on his bed, and he propped his pillows behind his head as he
continued his reflection on Robby, and their evening at the drive-in, and
then again afterward on the dead-end street. He closed his eyes and
pictured both events in his mind, and it surprised him some that the result
of running those mental movies was a massive erection that throbbed behind
his shorts. Without really thinking of what he was doing he reached for it,
and gripped the rigid stalk tightly as he shuddered all over. Peeling down
his briefs he freed his very hard cock, and looked down at it as he idly
stroked its length. A vivid image of Rob bobbing his head over it flashed
through his mind, and he shuddered again, a low groan coming from his
chest. Damn it, he thought, weird or not those blow jobs had felt fucking
amazing, even if they had been delivered by another dude, and his best bud
at that. Ryan figured that he could accept that fact okay without needing
to apply the dreaded gay label to himself, thinking that being on the
receiving end was simply a matter of going with what felt incredibly good
no matter the gender of the hot mouth doing the sucking. Besides, he told
himself, I'd have been nuts to push him away, hell, blow jobs for sixteen
year old high school boys were few and far between, at least with the crowd
of females he hung with. Still stroking his thick cock he became aware of
the sweet feelings building in his balls for the third time in as many
hours, and he chuckled softly. Fuck it, he decided, lets not over think
this whole thing, Ryan-boy, I mean shit, if Robby wants to suck you off
time to time, what's the harm?

   His emotional turmoil at rest for the moment, Ryan shifted his focus to
his pulsing erection, and in a matter of minutes he was once again spraying
his copious load of warm cum all over his flat stomach and chest, the first
rope nearly reaching his dark nipples as his hips thrust up off the bed.

   In the calm afterglow of the orgasm Ryan let his thoughts return to the
evening, and he once more began to question his own actions, especially
that last time on the dark street. Oh man, he thought, as he recalled his
telling, begging really, Robby to take his own cock out so he could see it,
and touch it, and he shivered a little as he admitted to himself that it
had been as exciting as hell to do just that. And more, Jesus, he had
actually jerked his friend off, letting his creamy discharge spew all over
his hand. And worse, shit, he had licked some of it up too, and liked
it. What the fuck is that about, he wondered. He let that sink in some, and
then shrugged it off as sleep began to creep into his consciousness. It was
just the novelty, boys being boys experimentation mixed with a touch of the
desire for payback for the mind-blowing experiences Robby had provided
him. What's that movie line from Platoon...?...oh yea..."Don't mean
nothing...nothing at all." Sighing loudly, Ryan rolled over onto his still
sticky tummy, and dropped off into a sound sleep.

   Rob woke early the next morning and he smiled broadly at the ceiling of
his bedroom as his hands roamed over his naked body. Man, he thought, what
an incredible night that was! For a long time now he had secretly harbored
the desire to do the things he had done last night with Ryan, and man, he
decided, was he ever right about how hot he always thought it would be! He
grabbed his cock, his other hand moving to fondle his balls as he vividly
recalled how awesome Ryan's big cock was, and how it had filled his mouth
as he sucked it, and a jolt of pleasure zinged his balls as he remembered
the moment the thick stalk had bucked inside his mouth, and filled it with
warm, tart goodness. And not only once, but twice...damn!

   Rob's excitement faded a moment later as his thoughts turned to Ryan,
and how he might be feeling about last night now that it was the cold dawn
of a new day, and his erection began to wilt in his grip. Shit, he thought,
that might be a real problem now that he thought seriously about it. Ryan
had never once exhibited any sort of interest in exploring sexually with
him and Rob was fully aware of his inherent straightness, and the usual
macho disdain he occasionally expressed regarding things of a gay nature,
and he was suddenly really concerned about what effect his boldness of the
previous evening might have on their long standing friendship. Damn it, I
may have just screwed up one of the most important things in my life by
allowing my horny side to overrule my thinking side last night, he thought,
alarm rapidly spreading over his senses. As great as sucking him off had
been he wasn't ready to trade that act for Ryan's friendship, and he was in
a bit of a panic as he rolled out of bed and headed to the shower. He
decided that he needed to get over to Ryan's place as soon as possible so
that he could gauge first hand just what impact his loss of self control
was going to have on what he considered an important relationship.

   Ryan's Mom let him in, and told him Ryan was still upstairs in his
bedroom. When Rob had hesitated about waking him, Ryan's Mom sent him
upstairs saying it was late, and about time for him to be out of bed
anyway, so Rob climbed the stairs, his mind racing with apprehension of
just what scene might play out in the next few minutes. Inhaling a deep
breath, he tapped softly on Ryan's door, then pushed it open a ways as he
peered around it into the dimly lit room. Ryan was lying on his bed, awake
with pillows stuffed behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. His
head rolled toward Rob, and a lazy smile painted over his face as he said,

    "Hey Robby...what's up Dude...?...you're an early-bird today."

   Rob moved fully into the room and closed the door behind him. He smiled
sheepishly, and crossed the room to sit down on the foot of the bed. He let
his gaze sweep over Ryan, and he felt a stirring at his crotch as he
settled his eyes on the impressive bulges under the thin sheet that covered
Ryan's mid-section. The lingering gaze was apparently not lost on Ryan who
raised his arms above his head and stretched, the taut muscles of his arms,
shoulders, and smooth chest flexing as Rob tried not to stare. Unable to
resist the urge, he stared at the tufts of dark hair in Ryan's underarms,
and he stammered,

   "Uh, yea...I guess I am, sort of...anxious I guess...I mean, um, I just
hope that we're all good...uh, you're not, like, pissed about...last
night...are you?"

   Ryan didn't reply immediately, his very blue eyes looking intently into
Robby's. Rob held his breath, half way expecting to hear what he most
feared, that his best friend wanted nothing more to do with a fag like
him. The passing seconds seemed like hours, and Rob finally exhaled the
breath as he saw another smile cross Ryan's face as he said,

   "Naw, it's cool...majorly weird, maybe...but it's all good Dude...no
sweat...it's just between us, right?"

   Feeling a wave of intense relief, Rob nodded his head, and answered,

   "Definitely just between us...and listen Dude, I don't know what the
fuck got into me, you know...?...it's just...shit...I don't really
understand it myself."

   Ryan nodded, his expression more serious than Rob would have hoped, and
he felt a chill when Ryan quietly asked,

   "Robby...Dude...I gotta ask...so are you...gay...?"

   Rob shrugged, his heart hammering in his chest as his thoughts raced to
find an answer to the blunt question, and he finally just shrugged again as
he mumbled,

   "Fuck, Ry...I don't really know the answer to that.. maybe, I guess...I
get these weird thoughts pretty often...but last night...well, that is
actually the first time I ever let the ideas out to play, you know?"

   An awkward silence followed, and as Ryan shifted his position the sheet
covering his treasures slid down so that his thatch of dark pubes was
visible and Rob could not help but focus his gaze there. Again Ryan caught
him at it, and he made matters worse as he slid his hand under the sheet
and fondled his cock, the action not being missed by Rob who all but
drooled as he visualized the thick stalk of tasty flesh that lay barely
concealed by the thin sheet. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly flooded
with saliva as his eyes locked on Ryan slowly stroking himself beneath the
sheet, and he struggled to concentrate on Ryan's words as he went on,

   "Okay, that's cool too...none of us can help what we are...what we like
and want, I guess...and Dude, while we're being up front here I gotta tell
you I really got off on last night...I mean, like, big time...I, uh, even
jerked off after I got here last night...like thinking about...what we got
into, you know...but Robby...serious here, Dude...I honestly don't feel
gay...not even a little bit...regular sex is pretty much my thing I'm
sure...but...well...last night...shit Dude...it was freaking hot,
definitely!"

      Rob was stunned, Ryan's sense of where he was being the last thing
that he expected to hear, and he just nodded dumbly, his eyes still locked
on Ryan's movements beneath the sheet. Finally, feeling that he ought to
say something, he muttered, barely above a whisper,

   "Dude, that is so cool...awesome...I was, like, so scared that you were
going to freak, you know...?...freak, and tell me to take a long walk out
of your life...but you get it, and that means everything to me...us still
being tight, I mean...and honest to God, Ryan, I won't ever hit on you that
way again."

    Ryan chuckled, his hand movements becoming more pronounced under the
sheet, and Robby felt his heart turn over as he heard,

    "Awww...really...?...and here I am all horny, and sorta hoping you
might want to...you know?"

   Rob tore his gaze from the motion beneath the sheet and he locked his
eyes on Ryan's as he blurted,

    "Seriously...?...you mean...you want me to...suck you...?...right now?"

   Ryan smiled, his head bobbing in a faint nod as he replied,

    "Yea...it'd be way cool...if you want to, I mean."

   Still not believing what he was hearing Robby hesitated before slowly
extending his trembling hand toward Ryan's sheet covered crotch, and as he
closed his fist around the rigid stalk he found there he mumbled,

   "Oh yea, I want to...big time I want to...are you sure?"

   Again Ryan simply nodded, and then he tugged the sheet out of Rob's
exploring hand and flipped it aside, his rigid erection springing into
view. Rob gulped, staring hungrily at the thick cock that pulsed against
Ryan's flat abdomen, and his shaking hand reached for it once more. He
gripped it, pumping his fist slowly up and down the impressive length as
Ryan groaned in pleasure, his well toned legs spreading to allow full
access to his treasures. The heady scents washed over Robby, and the feel
of Ryan's rigid and silky smooth erection caused him to feel dizzy as he
inched closer, and then lowered his head. His tongue slid out, and he
tugged upward on the thick shaft, and then washed his tongue over the
knobby head several times as Ryan shuddered, a low groan coming from deep
in his chest. His nervousness quickly fading, Rob engulfed the long shaft
into his drooling mouth, and Ryan let out another groan of pleasure as he
began bobbing over it, his tongue playing along the heavy vein that ran the
length of the smooth underside of the thick tool.

   "Oh fuck..." grunted Ryan, "that ain't gay...that is freaking amazing!"

   Indeed, thought Robby, settling into a steady rhythm as he sucked the
turgid cock, his hand now fondling the heavy balls that lay between Ryan's
smooth thighs. Totally lost to the task at hand, Rob vanquished all
negative thoughts about himself, and what he was doing. It just seemed so
right, a sense of total power over the owner of the cock that slid in and
out of his mouth, and if that meant he was in fact gay, so be it. Releasing
the throbbing and oozing shaft from his mouth, Rob dropped lower and began
lick and lap at the wide pouch of Ryan's balls, and he carefully captured
each nugget in turn to gently suck it while Ryan's cadence of groans
increased with the new sensations. Returning his attentions to the rigid
cock, Rob worked for full effect now, eager to once more taste the thick,
warm goo that he knew was soon to be delivered in forceful spurts. He
wrapped thumb and finger around the base and pumped in sync with his head
bobs, and in a matter of minutes Ryan was thrusting his hips up and down as
his fingers tugged at Robby's hair. A few more deft ups and downs as he
continued to stroke the base and Ryan lost it, his hips thrusting upward
one final time as his cock erupted, spewing thick ropes of warm cum into
Robby's sucking mouth. Rob happily accepted each offering as it came,
swallowing each in time for the arrival of the next, and when Ryan was
finally spent and his rigid cock began to soften, Rob swallowed down the
final dribbles of the tart fluid, and then let the spent cock slip from his
battered mouth.

   He laid his head on Ryan's still heaving abdomen, and he gently fondled
the now wilted penis as he continued to lick the angry red head until Ryan
begged him to stop, the super-sensitivity suddenly too much to take. Robby
sat up then, and smiled meekly at his friend while Ryan struggled to
recover his breath. Looking into Robby's eyes, Ryan rolled his head side to
side on his pillow, and he finally told him,

   "Damn, Dude...Christ, how am I ever supposed to live again without
that...?"

   Blushing and smiling nervously, Robby shrugged, and replied,

   "Who says that you have to...?"

(End Part 3)
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