Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2006 14:20:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Going With The Notion (9)

   Todd had been gone on his family vacation to Hawaii for three days
already, and Ryan was feeling restless, lonely, and, more than a little bit
horny. It wasn't so much that his faithful right hand couldn't still take
care of business just as well as it always had since he had discovered the
endless joys of masturbation at around age twelve. The thing was, since he
had experienced the immense pleasures of real shared sex, with Todd, and
Devin too, for that matter, brief as it had been, the self-administered
pleasure he derived from solitary jerking off just couldn't measure
up. Every aspect leading up to the explosive orgasms he attained while
engaged in mutual sexual pleasure with another male was just so much more
intense, even amazing, and jerking off seriously paled by comparison. He
sighed, abandoning his effort at getting off to relieve his morning
erection, and rolled out of bed, heading for the bathroom.

   He brushed his teeth, then, inspected his still boyish complexion
closely in the mirror, deciding once again that shaving was definitely not
a requirement, and sighed once more, idly wondering if that particular
element of his emerging maturity was ever going to manifest itself, as he
moved to the shower. Dried, he wrapped the towel around his slender waist,
and padded back to his bedroom, and dug around in the dresser for some
fresh underwear, deciding on small, light grey colored briefs. He dropped
the towel, and paused, checking out his naked image in the full length
mirror affixed to the back of his bedroom door. He noted the emerging
broadness of his shoulders, and the gentle definition of his developed,
though not chiseled, pec's, and the dark brown nipples that dotted his
otherwise perfectly smooth chest. His gaze lowered, surveying his flat
tummy, and small inney navel, then, followed the fine trail of soft, light
hair that descended to intermingle with the light brown, and somewhat
meager patch of pubes that splayed out over his groin just at the base of
his penis.

   He focused on the penis itself, and the silky pouch of his balls,
deciding that his equipment was adequate, and pleasing to the eye. His cock
remained slightly tumescent from his unrelieved horniness, as it distended
downward over his scrotum a respectable four inches or so, which he knew
would extend to just over six once it reached its full potential. He
wiggled his slim hips slightly, causing the penis to sway side to side, and
he giggled softly. He reached down, and nudged the staff to one side, and
opened his legs wider, peering at his plump sac, as he flexed his hips
again, watching the taut pouch sway slightly from the heft of his
balls. Heavy, he thought, as in fully charged, and definitely in need of
unloading, soon.

   He executed a half turn, and preened over one shoulder, checking out the
swell of his hot little ass as it bloomed off his lower back, round and
attractive. He giggled again, his mind hearing Todd's many terms of
endearment regarding his cute butt, as he leaned forward slightly, and
reached back to part the flawless mounds, exposing the tiny pink pucker. He
slipped a finger into the warm crease, and lightly teased over the tight
little winkle of his asshole, and shuddered at the contact, as a flush of
warmth washed over his body. Man, he thought, that's nice...sensitive as
hell, now that Todd had shown him the magic associated with that special
part of his anatomy. He probed there again, once more experiencing the
flush of pleasure, then, stood straight, and stepped into the small, very
revealing, briefs, and pulled them up his shapely legs. He dipped a hand
under the elastic, adjusting his growing package within the confines of the
tiny briefs, and glanced at the effect in the mirror. He smiled, pleased
with the result that clearly showed the definition of his half-hard penis,
and plump balls inside the small, sexy garment. He checked out his rear
end, again looking back over his shoulder, and smiled again, equally happy
with that view, as well.

   Moving back to the dresser, he selected a pair of shorts, purposely
choosing a pair of satin like basketball shorts that were not nearly as
baggy cut as his usual cargo shorts, and shorter as well, the leg hems
stopping about mid-thigh, rather than below the knee like the cargo's. He
eased them into place, and turned again to the mirror, pleased with the way
which the satin material clung nicely to the definition of his stuff, and
the firm globes of his butt. He added a tank top to the ensemble, loving
the looseness of its fit, and the fact that as he leaned forward, or
sideways, it sagged, exposing a good deal of his smooth chest, and
virtually all of his small, dark nipples. He dropped onto this bed, and
finished off the look with white half-socks, and reasonably clean tennis
shoes, then, stood to take one last look in the mirror, as he decided that
the outfit said pretty much what he was feeling, to wit, I'm horny, and
ready.

   He pushed his money, and wallet and keys, into the pockets, and left his
room, moving to the kitchen at the back of the house. He glanced at the
clock, and decided that he had missed breakfast, so he dug orange juice out
of the fridge, and drank down a glassful, then, went out the back door, and
over to his car. He got it started, and slid a CD into the player, then,
pulled away, deciding that he would head down to the beach, and grab a
burger at The Landing, a popular beach-burger hangout for the high school
crowd.

   Fully awake now, and decidedly hungry, Ryan pulled into a parking spot
in front of the Landing, and got out. He felt the warmth of the mid-day sun
on his exposed skin, and noted the cloudless sky, and the gently breaking
line of surf that washed lazily up on the white sand beach that fronted the
restaurant, and he was once more grateful for the good fortune to be living
in a beach town. He crossed the front deck, and entered the restaurant,
glancing around at the few inside patrons, before moving to the order
window. He surveyed the menu on the back wall, and ordered, then filled his
drink cup, and moved out onto the large deck that faced the sandy beach. He
greeted some friends, mostly couples, that were also digging into the
delicious burgers, fries, and to-die-for thick onion rings that the Landing
was noted for, then, spotted a table surrounded by several friends, and
team mates from school who were waving him over. He moved to their table,
and, after the requisite fist-bumping was completed, he eased into a chair,
and joined them. They chatted, typical aimless summer conversation, and
Ryan's food was delivered. He dug in hungrily, making short work of the
juicy burger, and an order of heavily seasoned fries, all washed down with
cold iced tea.

   As he finished, and sat back in his chair, he spotted Devin moving onto
the deck from the beach below, pausing at the top of the stairs to survey
the crowded deck. Damn, Ryan thought, he looks freeking hot, shirtless,
with a white towel slung around his neck, and his damp looking swim shorts
clinging provocatively to the ample bulges at his crotch. His advanced
suntan glowed golden in the bright sunlight, and Ryan instantly thought of
perfect toasted marshmallow's, slowly toasted on an open fire. His smooth
body was sleek, a typical swimmer look, and lean, and Ryan noted the light
colored matting of still damp hair that coated Devin's lower legs. He wore
sunglasses pushed atop his head, and, as he leaned on the deck railing, his
small hips jutted slightly sideways, creating a near perfect pose of fit,
and very sexy, teen boy. Ryan stood, muttering "c-ya's" to his friends, and
moved toward Devon, his gaze moving slowly over the boy's beauty. He moved
in along side him, still unseen, and actually startled Devon, as he said,

   "Hey, Sailor...you come here often...?"

   Devon whirled his head, his stunning blue eyes meeting Ryan's dark ones,
and a slow, wide, smile creased his handsome face, as he answered,

   "Yea, sometimes...the place is known to be a hotbed of hottie
boys...but, until right now, it's never actually worked for me...."

   Ryan chuckled, flattered at the quick comeback, and blushed slightly at
the sly compliment, as he batted his eyelashes, and replied,

   "Awww, I bet you tell all the boys that same line..."

   Devon chuckled, shaking his head, as he leaned slightly closer, and
said, softly,

   "Nope...not even a little bit true, dude...but, dang...you do look
seriously hot...and...I am most definitely happy to see you...!"

   Ryan nodded his agreement, and the two chatted a few minutes, before
Devin asked,

   "So Ryan...um...how about doing me a small fave, dude...and then,
well...well, then, I will, like, owe you...know what I mean...?"

   Ryan smiled, catching the drift immediately, and nodded, as he replied,

   "I like the sound of the "owe me"part, dude....so yea, most definitely,
name it..."

   Devin winked subtly, and explained that he was starving, but had left
his shirt back on the beach, and, the Landing had a rule about no shirt, no
service, so he needed Ryan to go in, and order him a take-out burger, so
that he could take it down to the beach to eat. Ryan agreed, and moved
inside to take care of the ordering, then, returned, a large bag of food in
his hand. Devin inhaled deeply of the heavenly scents wafting from the
sack, and grinned, as he said,

   "Smells awesome...just what my rumbling gut needs, for sure...and then,
dude...dessert, as in..."owe me..."

   Ryan laughed, nodding eagerly, and followed Devin's retreating butt down
onto the sand. They walked closer to the water, and dropped onto Devin's
spread blanket, as Devin immediately attacked the food until it had
completely disappeared. They lay back on the blanket, and Ryan shrugged out
of his tank top, savoring the warmth of the sun, and the pleasant ocean
breeze on his bare skin, as Devon openly checked him out, licking his lips
obscenely between bites of his burger. Ryan giggled at the wanton display,
and felt his cock thicken inside his shorts, as Devon's obvious meaning was
unmistakable. His lunch finished, Devon stood, and gestured toward the
distant pier with a mod of his head, as he said,

   "Come on, hot-stuff...I'll show you my secret hide-out..."

   Ryan smiled, and stood, dropping his hand to subtly adjust his half
inflated penis in his shorts, then, followed Devin across the sand, and
under the pier. As they ducked under the wooden structure, and emerged on
the far side, Devon pulled himself up onto a narrow catwalk that ran the
length of the pier. Ryan quickly followed, then they moved seaward along
the catwalk, covering about half the length of the long pier, until Devon
stopped at a small door, roughly half the height of a normal door. He
looked around to ensure no one was paying any direct attention, then, gave
a sharp tug on the door, pulling it open, as he quickly ducked into the
opening, telling Ryan to follow. Ryan emerged inside a fair sized room,
dim, given the only light source was the sun peeking through fairly wide
joints in the badly weathered planking that made up the room. He paused,
letting his eyes adjust to the dimness, then looked around. The room was
mostly empty, save for a long structure along one wall that resembled a
work bench, and a small, very worn love seat type sofa that sagged in a
corner. Devon smiled at Ryan's curious expression, then explained that the
room had once been a boat house where the long departed pier caretaker had
once stored the small boat he used to inspect the underpinnings of the
pier. He went on to tell Ryan how he had discovered the place a few years
back when he was a freshman, and had often come there since to be alone
with his thoughts, and, of course, to provide relief to his seemingly
endless erections, and need to get off. Ryan laughed at Devin's abject
honesty, and even envied him the discovery, slightly jealous that he had
never managed to find such a private place to explore his own budding
sexuality.

   They were still then, their eyes moving over each others mostly exposed
flesh, as they listened to the endless ocean waves lap at the pilings under
them, and they slowly moved closer, inching toward each other, as their
mutual passions rose along with both their young cocks, until they were
mashed together in a heated embrace, their rigid boyhoods poking at each
other, as they kissed, and moved their hands over each others warm, smooth
flesh. Finally breaking the series of passionate tongue kisses, Devon
pulled back slightly to look hungrily into Ryan's equally hungry eyes
briefly, before lowering his head to run his warm tongue over Ryan's smooth
chest, and stiffening nipples. Ryan groaned softly, his hands moving over
Devon's smooth back, and he moaned again, as Devin deftly captured each of
his nipples in turn, licking, and sucking, at them gently. He dropped to
his knees then, and moved his mouth over Ryan's soft stomach, licking the
satin like skin, and dipping his tongue into the tiny cave of his navel, as
Ryan groaned some more, leaning back against the rough wood wall of the
small room.

   Devin continued to lap at Ryan's stomach, and his hands moved up and
down his inner thighs, and finally onto his very tented crotch, as he
gripped Ryan's turgid erection, stroking it outside the satin shorts,
causing Ryan to shudder, and run his trembling fingers through Devon's
soft, thick hair. Devin hooked his fingers into the elastic of Ryan's
shorts, and tugged them down his legs, as Ryan lifted each foot, allowing
Devon to remove the shorts, and toss them away. Devon groaned then, as his
eyes focused on the tiny, bulging briefs that barely contained Ryan's
rampant boyhood, and he moved his hand over the delicious bulges in the
tiny brief, muttering how awesome, and sexy, they were. He leaned in, and
captured Ryan's aching cock between his lips, stabbing his tongue against
the cotton material that held Ryan's cock, and Ryan shuddered, feeling
Devon's warm breath on his barely covered penis. Dropping lower, Devon
lapped eagerly at the plumpness of Ryan's scrotum, then, licked all over
his inner thigh, before sliding over, and licking back upward on the other
side, until he once more was tonguing at Ryan's now drooling penis. He
paused then, and reached out to tug at the tiny brief, lowering it, as
Ryan's rigid cock sprang forth, and slapped audibly against his groin,
pulsing in the dim light, the smooth, rounded head glistening wetly.

   Devin paused, hungrily eyeing Ryan's throbbing penis, and his dangling,
full, balls, then, leaned in, and laved his tongue over the drooling cock
head, swiping at the oozing fluid, and savoring its nutty taste on his
tongue. His hand moved, and captured Ryan's heavy sac, as he wrapped finger
and thumb at the base of his penis, and slowly fed the entire pulsing
length into his warm, wet, mouth. Ryan gasped loudly, arching his back
slightly, and flexing his hips forward, as Devon began moving his amazing
mouth up and down his rock hard cock, a his fingers probed gently at Ryan's
softly swinging balls.

   Ryan was lost to it now, his head spinning with sensory overload, and
his breath coming in ragged, short gasps, as Devon expertly worked his
inflamed cock, and his aching balls. He could feel the familiar tingling
deep in his balls, and he felt his sphincter flexing, as he instinctively
rolled up on his tip-toes, his fingers threading into Devin's soft hair. He
thrust his slim hips back and forth, meeting Devon's fluid mouth movements,
and he felt his balls draw tight, as his penis lurched, and thickened, in
Devon's incredible mouth, and he groaned, a deep, lasting noise from deep
in his chest, and he felt Devin pull back ever so slightly, widening his
mouth, as his fingers rapidly stroked the base of his cock, causing him to
erupt. His hips slammed forward just as his cock spasmed, and ejected a
strong volley of creamy cum across Devon's offered tongue, followed
immediately by another, and another, and yet another, as Devon slurped
noisily, and gulped repeatedly, swallowing each warm, thick offering as
rapidly as it flowed over is extended tongue. Ryan sagged weakly against
the wall, his pulse hammering, and his cock finally reduced to small
dribbles, as the intense orgasm washed over him, leaving him breathless,
and rubber kneed. Devon lapped away the final small drizzles of Ryan's
discharge, then, eased the rapidly wilting penis from his battered lips,
and suckled just the smooth head for a moment, before releasing it to lean
back on his heels, as he savored the nutty after flavors in his mouth. Ryan
shuddered one last time, then slowly sank to the floor beside Devin, where
he grinned widely, shaking his head in disbelief, as Devon pulled him
close, and held him, as they mumbled sweet nothings, struggling to regain
normal breathing. Finally, Devon pulled away slightly, and smiled at the
still very flushed Ryan, and said,

   "Freeking awesome, dude....and now...well...now, you....owe....me...!"

   Ryan chuckled, nodding in agreement, and, between deep gasps of air,
mumbled,

   "Oh.....how cool is that...?"

(To Be Continued)
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