Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 14:23:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Going With the Notion (1)

      Ryan walked slowly, deep in thought, as he covered about a third of
the length of the sparsely populated pier that extended from the boardwalk
out into the bay. He stopped, and leaned on the railing that lined the
edges of the pier, and stared blankly down into the gentle swells of the
ocean, the scent of the sea flooding his senses. He sighed deeply,
entwining his fingers in front of him, as he let his mind replay the
earlier events of the evening, and his most recent failure with his girl
friend, Julie.

   Julie. Another deep sigh, as Ryan conjured up a clear mental image of
her obvious disappointment, and even anger, as she had clenched her jaw,
and exited his car without so much as a word, or even a look back, before
she slammed through the front door of her house. He couldn't bring himself
to blame her, hell; he even understood where she was coming from with her
behavior; or, more to the point, his behavior. Julie, like Ryan, had
recently turned sixteen, a high school junior, who was beset with the
typical raging hormones that at some point gelled, and fueled the inner
fires that led teenagers to believe that they were ready for, very nearly
required, that first sexual experience of going the whole way for the first
time in their young lives. Julie had made her desires abundantly clear some
weeks ago, boldly stating her wishes to gift her precious virginity to
Ryan, and the pronouncement had generated a series of cold chills down
Ryan's spine.

   He really liked Julie, a lot, and the two had been more or less a couple
since their freshman year. They truly enjoyed each others company, and the
list of their compatibilities was lengthy, as they shared many common
interests, and a similar humor. They had evolved as a popular couple,
frequently mingling with what was considered the "in" crowd at school, and
were always included in any social functions that the group undertook. Both
enjoyed high popularity with their peers, Ryan being a standout player on
the varsity baseball and football teams, and Julie being on the cheer
leader squad, as well as a star on the girl's volleyball team. Both were
extremely attractive in a physical sense as well, Ryan clocking in at an
even six feet, and 160 pounds of lean, solid muscle, with sandy-brown hair,
and dark brown eyes. He was handsome, in a still slightly boyish way, with
a ready smile which displayed his perfect, white teeth. Julie was a petite
natural blond, maybe five-six, and one-fifteen, with perky breasts that
stood proudly on her chest, a slender waist that tapered into a perfect
little ass above equally perfect, very shapely legs. Given the same
opportunity that she had presented Ryan, any number of studs would have, by
now, happily bedded her several times, and been eagerly looking for more.

   Ryan sighed again, then, inhaled a deep breath, the moist sea air
filling his lungs, as he held it, before slowly letting it go, as he forced
his mind to confront the reality of his reason for not acting on such a
delicious offer from such a delicious girl.

    Ryan, plain and simply put, was gay. The plain fact of the matter was,
that try as he might to ignore it, and wish it away, the substantive fodder
of Ryan's sexual fantasies, and masturbatory stimuli, were other males, and
always had been. From the very beginning of his sexual awakening, at around
age eleven, his interest had been in culling any opportunity to see other
boys bodies, and in particular their budding young boyhoods, and he had
quickly become adept at subtly seizing such opportunities to check out his
comrades in their small briefs, or, better still, totally naked, in the
locker room at school, in the showers, or during any number of other
activities, such as scouts, and various summer camps he had attended. His
youthful mind thus filled with such intriguing visions, he would hurry to
the privacy of his bedroom, to feverishly stroke his rigid boyhood, as his
thoughts wandered to how it would feel to actually one day be naked with
another willing boy, as they deftly explored each others penis, and balls,
touching everywhere, as their combined boy parts became rigid, and wet,
with desire. He had come across someones discarded stash of gay porn
magazines while short-cutting through an alleyway in town, and the added
visuals of the men depicted within had greatly fueled Ryan's inner fires,
as he imagined himself stroking, and sucking, another hard penis, and even
possibly having one enter him, as many of the pictures depicted.

   Early on, Ryan never gave much thought to the idea of "gayness," only
very occasionally pausing briefly to ponder his lack of interest in girl's
bodies, then dismissing the thought, as he concentrated on his deep desire
to find some way to experience with another boy the incredible sensations
that he was able to provide himself in the privacy of his bedroom . His
basic environment, and upbringing, had given him to understand that his
sexual interests were "supposed" to be toward girls, and he decided that
perhaps that would come later on, when girls didn't seem as scary, and
giggly-silly, as they seemed at this stage of his life. In fact, as time
passed, and Ryan gained further knowledge of the female anatomy via the
prescribed "health" classes in school, his lack of interest in the fair sex
deepened, as he shuddered, trying for the life of him to figure out why
anyone would have much interest in that dank place between a girls
legs. While he came to understand the necessity of the species in terms of
procreation, to Ryan, it paled in comparison to an erect penis, and
dangling balls, in terms of sexual attraction, and excitement.

   Whatever degree of doubt that might have remained regarding Ryan's
sexual preference was abolished during the summer of his thirteenth year,
when a visiting fifteen year old cousin at long last provided Ryan with his
first shared sexual experiences. Jason was the son of Ryan's aunt, his
mother's sister, and lived in a city some distance from the seaside town
that was Ryan's family home. Over the years, it had become the norm for
Jason and his mother to visit for several days during the summer, giving
the distant sisters an opportunity to catch up with each others lives, and
also a way for the cousins to stay in touch. When Jason visited, he always
shared Ryan's bedroom, and, this year was slightly different than years
past in that Ryan had recently switched from twin beds in his room, to a
single, queen sized bed that the boys would be sharing for sleeping. Ryan
was secretly excited by the prospect of sharing his space with his cousin,
whom he had always found to be very attractive, and, also his bed. He
happily recalled past visits wherein Jason had exhibited practically no
modesty when changing clothes in the bedroom they shared, including changes
in and out of swimwear, or underwear, when the cute teen freely displayed
his fully naked body for his cousin's visual pleasure. He clearly recalled
the impressive size of Jason's equipment, and, for weeks after the visits,
he utilized the mental images of his cousin's body as jackoff
stimulation. This trip, he decided, he might even find some opportunity to
actually touch Jason's penis, given the closeness that would naturally
occur as they shared the bed.

   True to Ryan's wishes, on the evening of the third day of Jason's visit,
the long awaited event took place. The boys had spent a full day at the
local beach, sunning, and body-boarding the rolling surf, and Ryan had
enjoyed ample opportunity to secretly drool over his older cousin's
ripening body clad only in a small pair of cut-off shorts that clung wetly
to the intriguing bulges of boy parts at his crotch. After returning home
from the beach, the boys had continued their water based frolicking in
Ryan's back yard pool, splashing and grappling, as they wrestled to dunk
each other. On several occasions Ryan slyly availed himself of the
opportunity to subtly grope his older cousin through his cutoff's, feigning
the contact as inadvertent to their grappling. Toward the end of their
wrestling, Ryan was sure that Jason's penis had grown in length, and girth,
and that thought was confirmed, as Jason broke off the wrestling, and
exited the pool. The front of his soaked, and clinging cutoffs were
severally distended by his mostly erect penis poking strongly at the
material, and Ryan's eyes widened at the sight. Without even being aware
that he spoke the thought aloud, he had muttered something along the line
of Jason having a really big one, a remark that drew a sly smile from
Jason, as he winked at him, and said quietly that he would be happy to let
him see it later, in his bedroom. Ryan felt himself blush hotly, but nodded
his head, returning Jason's wide smile with a shy one of his own.

   The rest of the evening had dragged in slow motion for Ryan, who had
been unable to think of anything other than his cousins offer to show him
his penis once they were alone in his bedroom for the night. The dinner had
seemingly lasted an eternity, followed by the obligatory chatting, and
watching television with the family, but finally, Ryan's mom had suggested
that the boys should be getting to bed, given the full day of sun, and
swimming, they had had, and the equally full day that would likely occur
tomorrow. Ryan practically leapt up from his position on the floor in front
of the television, a movement that caused Jason to giggle softly, as he,
too, stood up, and followed his eager cousin to the bedroom.

   Upon reaching the bedroom, Ryan had closed the door, secure in the
unspoken agreement that existed between his mother and himself that she
would not enter his private space without knocking first. He had turned
excitedly to face Jason, who had stretched sideways across the bed, leaning
back on his elbows, with his feet resting on the floor. Ryan let his gaze
drift over his cousins body, then, settle on the bulging crotch of the
small, snug cutoffs, as Jason smiled, and tugged his tee shirt over his
head, leaving him dressed in only the small shorts. Ryan had gasped softly,
his eyes devouring every inch of the exposed, satin smooth skin of his
cousins torso, and lightly hairy legs, then, once again settled his gaze on
that increasingly bulging crotch. Jason's grin widened, as he watched the
lustful expression on Ryan's face, and he teasingly moved his hand to the
snap of his fly, and popped it open, then, slid down the zipper, and rested
back on his elbows, leering at Ryan. The fly of the shorts gapped, and, as
Jason shifted his compact little butt slightly, parted further, revealing a
fair patch of dark pubic hair covering his groin. Ryan starred, groaning
softly, as he realized that Jason was naked under the small, open shorts,
and focused his gaze on what he was certain was the base of Jason's penis,
just barely visible through the dark strands of wiry hair growth. He felt
his mouth flood with saliva, and he swallowed, his pink tongue sliding over
his full lips, as Jason chuckled softly, and once more lifted his butt, as
his hand pushed the cutoffs down his thighs, and his very tumescent penis
sprang into view. He winked at his astonished cousin, then, worked the
shorts down to his feet, and kicked them away, leaving him totally naked on
the bed. He spread his legs wider, and leaned back, and Ryan felt his own
penis spring to rigid erection inside his suddenly cramped shorts.

   Ryan moaned again, his hungry stare fixed on Jason's rapidly thickening
penis, then dropped his gaze slightly, zooming in on the plump, and heavy
scrotum that dangled beneath the thick penis. Jason's balls were larger
than his own, and looser, too, it appeared, and Ryan once more licked his
lips, and unconsciously dropped a hand to his distended crotch to grip his
own very stiff penis. Jason had casually reached to his own penis then, and
gripped its girth, as his hand began a slow up and down stroking movement
over the now fully erect member, as he watched his cousin fondle his cock
over his shorts. He grinned widely, and encouraged Ryan to take off his
clothes, and be naked like him, and to come lie down next to him, all of
which Ryan executed nearly immediately, completely forgetting his abject
shyness.

   Ryan sat gingerly on the edge of the bed next to Jason, his eyes wide,
and fixed on Jason's pulsing erection. His boyish face was flushed heavily
with excitement, and his smooth chest rose and fell rapidly with each
shallow breath, as he stared at the object of his long pent up
desire. Jason flexed his penis, causing the rigid stalk to bounce off his
groin, and urged his cousin to touch him, as he watched the boy tentatively
extend his arm, his slightly shaking hand reaching for his throbbing penis,
and finally closing around it. Ryan released a long, deep groan, his long
held desire suddenly becoming a stark reality, as he shuddered at feeling
the warmth, and hardness of Jason's penis in his grasp, and he groaned
again, as he instinctively began gently stroking the amazing appendage up
and down its length. Jason lay fully back, parting his legs further still,
and urged his cousin to continue stroking his pulsing erection, and to play
with his full balls, as well. Ryan settled into a steady rhythm of
manipulating Jason's cock, and eased his other hand between the splayed
thighs to gingerly cup the plump pouch of his balls. Jason released a groan
of his own at the added contact, and he muttered his encouragement to his
cousin, telling him that his movements were perfect, and that it wouldn't
be long before his pent up load would be ejecting from his now oozing
penis. Ryan made no reply, but simply continued his surprisingly deft
masturbation of his cousin as though he had done it hundreds of times
before, his eyes glazed, and fixated, on the turgid shaft he held in his
hand at long last.

   True to his prediction, in a matter of minutes, Jason began bucking his
slim hips slightly, a series of soft grunts, and groans emanating from his
chest, and Ryan felt the shaft thicken, and spasm, in his grip, as Jason's
heavy balls seemed to rise up in the pouch, as he emitted one, long
groan. Ryan's eyes widened again, as he watched the tiny slit in the smooth
head of Jason's wetly glistening penis spread, and gorge forth a veritable
fountain of thick, white cream, followed almost instantly by another, and
then, another, finally dwindling to smaller, less forceful discharges that
more oozed from the slit, than erupted, as the first volleys had. Jason
grunted forcefully with each eruption, his fists tightly balled, and
slamming at the bed, as Ryan watched, completely fascinated, as his cousins
semen ejected from his spasming penis until there was none left to
eject. He stopped his stroking then, and lightly held the softening penis
in his fingers, as he shifted his gaze to his cousins seriously slimed
torso, awash in long strings of his thick, white semen reaching nearly to
his small nipples, and pooling thickly in the concave hollow of his
navel. Ryan once more licked his lips, marveling at the copious volume, and
creamy thickness, of Jason's ejaculate, and without any actual thought, he
moved his hand up to smear the warm, creamy fluid over Jason's smooth skin,
coating his fingers into the slick goo, as Jason strived to regain his
normal breathing. He watched Ryan spread his cum over his skin, then
giggled, and gripped Ryan's slender wrist, guiding his cum-slicked fingers
to his grinning face, then, slurping the slimy fingers into his mouth as he
licked, and sucked them free of his own semen, while an astonished Ryan
watched, wide eyed. Jason steered Ryan's hand back to his navel, and dipped
a finger into the pool of semen collected there, then, aimed the finger to
Ryan's mouth, indicating with his head and eyes for Ryan to suck it, and he
did, his astonished expression changing to giggles, as he savored his first
taste of another's cum in his mouth.

   And so the dam had most definitely been breached, and the remainder of
that evening, well into the night, and all those evenings that remained of
Jason's visit, had been all too quickly spent furthering Ryan's sexual
explorations, as the two horny boys had left few stones unturned in their
quest to quell the fires that burned within them. Ryan, finally, had been
able to experience the nearly unbelievable pleasure of being touched,
stroked, and sucked, by another, as well as returning each favor, all
experiences that he found he had barely touched upon in his dreams, and
masturbatory endeavors. Self pleasure, very definitely, paled in
comparison.  By the day of Jason's departure, Ryan was sure beyond a doubt
that he had, in fact, been totally correct in his early assessment that
boys clearly offered the ultimate in sexual excitement, and pleasure, and
that this was to be his fulfillment of choice as he moved forward through
his life.

   As if by some instinct, Ryan seemed to understand the socially
unacceptable distinction of his chosen sexual endeavors, and he constantly
strived for complete discretion, limiting his search for sexual playmates
to only those few that he felt certain were like minded, and therefore
equally as concerned with discretion. He entered into a brief fling with a
neighbor boy that he had dared to share his gay porn stash with one
afternoon, acting only after the other boy displayed an obvious interest in
the material, and an equally obvious interest in Ryan's erection. That had
been nearly like an answer to his prayers, but sadly ended at the end of
the summer, when the boy's family relocated to another city. He had
surreptitiously searched internet message boards, seeking other local
contacts of common interest, and had managed one or two brief, hurried
connections for quick mutual jerkoffs, or traded blow jobs in the woods,
but was more often than not rebuffed upon actually meeting someone due to
his young age, which clearly scared off the more mature candidates he had
contacted online. As Ryan entered high school, and often heard the older
boy's rants about "faggots," and "queers," he quickly realized that such
labels were akin to the kiss of death among high schoolers, so he quietly
edged deeper still into the closet. It seemed the perfect disguise, when
during his freshman year, Julie had made it clear that she was interested
in being his "girl," and he had readily let that relationship develop,
giving legitimate cover to his secret desires. It had been initially easy,
given his genuine fondness for Julie, and things had been settling in well
until she suddenly began expecting that they would become intimate, a level
of the relationship that held little interest for Ryan.

   He expelled yet another long sigh, as he stared inland at the shimmering
lights that decorated the beach front boardwalk, and reflected on the most
recent upheaval that had resulted in Julie's obvious disappointment, and
the resulting anger. They had gone for burgers at the local hangout, and
mingled with friends as usual, then seen a newly released movie, before
adjourning to their usual cuddle spot up on the bluffs overlooking the
shimmering sea. Their impassioned kisses, and mutual groping, had followed
the normal pattern, and Ryan actually enjoyed greatly the sensations that
Julie's exploring fingers awoke in him, as she gently fondled his erect
penis outside his shorts. He dutifully caressed her firm breasts, and
teased at her rigid nipples, an act that never failed to arouse her to a
cadence of small purring noises, even though he really couldn't quite
comprehend the endless attraction his peers seemed to feel for the female
breast. As Julie's passions rose, she had grappled with the snap, and
zipper of Ryan's shorts, finally freeing his erection, then laid back
across the car seat, tugging Ryan on top of her, as she breathily mumbled
her desire for him against his ear, her fingers urgent at his cock. He
groaned, suddenly feeling his erection wilting as the thought of actually
entering her flashed through his mind, and before he could reject the
thought, he was soft, and small in her hand. He groaned again, attempting
to nuzzle his face into her soft breasts, silently praying for his erection
to recover, while knowing full well it was not going to happen. He felt
Julie go tense under him, as she released his flaccid penis as though it
had burned her, and she pushed her hands against his chest, muttering
unkind comments, as she pushed him off her, and sat up, curling as far
against the car door as possible, as she shot him a look that could have
melted glass.

   Ryan got himself righted behind the steering wheel, and frantically
restored his gapping shorts, as he felt his face glowing with
embarrassment, and the shame of yet another failure to find the ability to
make love to his girlfriend, who wanted it so. He glanced in her direction,
mumbling, trying to tell her that he just had too much respect for her to
complete the act, a line that fizzled completely with the rejected Julie,
who merely grunted, and demanded to be taken home, immediately. Past
experiences of a similar nature had trained Ryan to know that no amount of
persuasion, or cajoling, would alter Julie's dour mood, so he merely sighed
deeply, and started the car, driving silently to Julie's home, where she
had exited the car in a huff, very nearly before he had gotten it stopped
at the curb. Ryan had watched her slam through the door, then, driven to
the boardwalk, parked, and slowly wandered down the long pier, mulling over
his thoughts, and frustrations, as he was doing now. He slowly pulled back
from his reverie, blinking several times in attempt to clear his head, then
pushed off the railing, and resumed his walk toward the far end of the
pier, hunching his shoulders deeper into his sweat shirt against the damp
chill of the ocean air.

   Some ten minutes later, Ryan reached the end of the pier, and once more
settled against the railing, staring out to sea, as he contemplated the
real possibility of simply jumping off, and seeing how far out to sea he
could swim before just quietly slipping beneath the surface, bringing an
end to his trauma, and humiliation. As he leaned on the rail, thinking his
dire thoughts, he sensed a movement to his right, and turned his head
toward it, seeing a person moving though the soft mist in his direction. He
squinted in an attempt to bring the face into focus in the dim, and misty
air, and before he was able to quite manage it, the person spoke up,
saying,

   "Ryan...is that you...hey...!"

   As the boy came closer, Ryan was able to recognize him as Todd Gains,
one of his baseball team mates from earlier in the year, and a casual
school acquaintance. He raised his hand in greeting, and replied,

   "Hey, Todd...yea, it's me...what's up, dude...?"

   Todd walked up to Ryan, and the two exchanged the standard bumping of
fists that was the typical method of greeting among the teens these days,
and Todd said,

   "How's it going, Ry...?" as he glanced around, then added, "You hanging
here all by your lonesome...?....kinda getting cold out to be hanging on
the pier, dude..."

   Ryan nodded, again shrugging into his sweatshirt, and answered,

   "Yea...just me...walking, and thinking...actually thinking of a swim to
Hawaii...must be warmer over there, don't you think...?"

   Todd chuckled, shaking his head slowly, as he gave Ryan a questioning
look, his head cocked to one side, as he replied,

   "Really...Hawaii, huh...sort of a long-ass swim, dude...and, you'd be
getting, like, a really late start, don't you think...?"

   Ryan looked into Todd's face, making no reply, as he considered the fact
that Todd was incredibly good looking, and he idly wondered why he had made
no particular note of that before. At an even six feet tall, Todd's facial
features were, indeed, near Hollywood handsome, and very nicely set off by
his coal black hair, and unusually light blue eyes. His smile was like a
miniature strobe light in the center of his pleasant face, and his even
rows of snow white teeth flashed brightly with the reflected lights of the
pier, and Ryan focused briefly on the full, lush mouth that smiled at him,
his mind quickly processing a thought of how it might feel to kiss that
mouth. The thought actually startled Ryan, and he straightened, grinning
back at Todd in an effort to cover the sudden chill that washed over him
with the idea of kissing this boy.

   "Yea, dude....your prolly right...too late to set out swimming to Hawaii
tonight...maybe I'll go tomorrow..."

   Todd flashed the same questioning look again, and once more tilted his
head to one side, and Ryan instantly decided that he was definitely cute,
and seriously attractive, once more surprising himself with his reaction,
and thoughts.

   "Well, whatever, I guess....if it was me, though, I'd give serious
thought to taking a plane...night, or day, it's still a hell of a swim,
dude...!" Todd said, flashing yet another dazzling smile.

   Ryan chuckled, nodding, and asked,

   "So, Todd...what brings you to the cold and misty pier at this time of
night...and also, apparently, by your lonesome...?"

   Todd chuckled, and hummed a few bars of Two lonely people, an old Aritha
Franklin standard, and answered,

   "Believe it or not, I was actually fishing out here for the last couple
of hours, and, when I spotted you standing here, I was headed over there
for some hot coffee..." he indicated the small café located on the far side
of the pier, and added, "You want to join me..?...I'll buy you a cup...warm
us up some...?"

   Ryan suddenly couldn't think of a single thing he would rather do than
cozy up in the warm café, and share a hot cup of coffee with this good
looking boy, so he nodded his head, and answered,

   "Yea...that really sounds good, Todd...it really does...thanks,
dude...!"

      Side by side, both slightly hunched against the chill mist, the boys
ambled over to the café, and went inside. The place was all but deserted,
the lone inhabitants being the cook who leaned on the counter perusing a
newspaper, and two lonely looking soles eating separately at the
counter. The cook glanced up, and indicated that the boys should sit
anywhere with a sweep of his hand, and they moved to a booth next to the
window, where they sat on opposite sides of the table facing each
other. The cook called out, asking if they wanted menu's, and both asked
for just coffee, which he soon shuffled over to the table in steaming
crockery mugs, which he placed before the boys, then, returned to his
perch, and his paper. Ryan cupped his hands around the steaming mug, and
gripped it, enjoying the warmth of the mug flowing into his hands. He
looked into Todd's amazing blue eyes, then, lowered his gaze to again stare
at the lush mouth, and full lips, as the intriguing thought of kissing him
again crossed his mind. Forcing his eyes away from the temptation, he met
Todd's steady gaze, smiled, and said,

   "Hot...feels good, actually..." as he indicated the mug with a tilt of
his head.

   Todd smiled, and reached for his own mug, hoisting it, and taking a
tentative sip of the steaming brew, then replied,

   "For sure....taste good, too...fresh, and super hot..."

   I bet it does taste good, and fresh, and no doubt it's super hot, too,
thought Ryan, his mind conjuring up an image of what he guessed Todd's
erect penis might look like. Lacking the balls to offer up such a bold
reply, he nodded, and lifted his own mug to taste the coffee, then, agreed
with Todd's assessment. The two settled back then, easing into a
comfortable conversation, reviewing some highlights of their recently
completed baseball season, and some speculation on the likely plight of the
schools football season which had just begun. Todd provided a summary of
his evenings lack of fishing luck, and Ryan chuckled at his anecdotal
telling of the experience, then Todd once again asked him of the
circumstances that had placed him alone on the pier on a late Friday
evening, when he would more expected him to be somewhere with Julie. Ryan
leaned back in the booth, and released a heavy sigh, then looked into
Todd's azure eyes, and answered,

  "Well, actually....I was...earlier...some food, and a
movie....then...well, from there, things... kind of went to hell between
us...and...I just needed to walk, and think...so...the pier has always kind
of done that for me....so...here I am..."

   Todd frowned slightly, his smooth brow furrowing slightly beneath his
soft, black bangs, and he nodded slowly, saying,

   "Ah...I see...well, it's always been my experience that girls... can
be...complex...hard to figure, sometimes...and even harder
to...please...which is pretty much why I don't go there, other than in a
just friends kind of way...you know...?"

   Ryan held Todd's piercing gaze, the shade of his eyes almost hypnotic,
as he slowly nodded, and allowed the meaning behind the words to seep into
his brain. Todd not actively pursuing any girls...?...wow, that's pretty
much a surprise...I wonder if...naaw, no way...that's just too much to even
hope for....still...he wondered, maybe, just maybe...! Finally, he blinked,
snapping his attention back to the attractive boy across from him, and
smiled, as he nodded, and replied,

   "I hear that, dude...and you nailed it, too....complex....good
term...and, as of a couple of hours ago, I'm pretty sure that Julie and I
are just friends too, if that, even...she was plenty smoked at me, for
sure...and....well, lets just say that I can't really blame her."

   Todd nodded slowly, then said,

   "Well, Ry...if that is something you regret, then I'm sorry,
dude...but...let me tell you, there really is life without the fair half of
the species, believe me, and....well...for me, anyway...it's really an ok
life...equally as... exciting....and...well...much less....complex...if you
catch my drift, at all..."

   Ryan hoped, wanted to, be catching the drift loud and clear, and he had,
assuming that he was not totally misreading what Todd was saying, and he
somehow just felt that he was exactly right with his read of the
conversation. He nodded, stalling slightly, then, sucked in a deep breath,
and jumped off the cliff, saying, as he looked directly into Todd's
stunning eyes,

   "What you say, I know, is exactly right...the less
complex....and...equally as...exciting...part, I mean...and yea, Todd...I
think I do catch your drift, actually...at least I really hope I do..."

   Todd returned the intense gaze for a long minute, then, replied,

    "Good, then...so maybe my....fishing luck.... isn't going to be as bad
as I thought, tonight...is your car around here somewhere, Ry...?"

   Ryan felt his heart skip slightly, and he felt a sudden twinge deep in
his balls, as he held Todd's steady, penetrating gaze, and nodded,
answering,

   "Uh huh, it is....parked down by the boardwalk..."

   Todd nodded, the corners of his lush mouth turning up in a small smile,
as he dug into his pocket, and came up with some folded bills, from which
he slimmed of two dollar bills that he dropped onto the table. He slid out
of the booth, standing, and extended his arm toward Ryan, as he winked, and
said,

   "Come oh dude...let's off this pop-stand, and go take a ride
someplace..."

   Ryan reached out, and gripped Todd's offered hand, his penis jerking
inside his shorts at the contact, as he pulled himself to his feet, and
they headed toward the door, Todd not relinquishing his firm grip on Ryan's
hand. Outside, as the swirling mist surrounded them, Ryan shivered strongly
from the sudden dampness in the air, and Todd released his hand, and
slipped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, and pulled him close, as they moved
back down the long pier, gathering up Todd's fishing gear as they passed
it, while Ryan's penis continued to thicken in his shorts, as he dared let
himself think of where he thought this just might be going. Oh God, he
prayed silently, please...oh, please...!

(To be Continued)
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