Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2011 13:05:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Just This Once

Just This Once
By
Storyguy22

Not usually one to "kiss and tell" this is one of my rare ventures down
memory lane wherein I recount a true event from my life. Please enjoy the
retelling of it as I enjoyed the actual event way back then.

   It was late summer of the year I would soon turn 16 years of age. I was
on my final evening of a two week visit I had very much enjoyed at my Uncle
and Aunts place on the coast of Oregon. Brian, my 17 year old cousin had
been an excellent host during my visit, far more so than I had ever
anticipated, and he had graciously included me in on all of his social
activities while I had been there. He had also allowed me to share his
private space by opening his bedroom to me, and the truth was that I had
secretly developed a bit of a crush on him during my visit.

    In part I suppose it could be attributed to his being older and
definitely much more a man of the world socially than I could ever be, and
his easy going and gregarious manner was easy to envy for a younger boy who
had always been a bit on the shy side. In addition to the winning
personality he displayed so effortlessly, he was a serious hunk in the
physical sense, and while I had been exceedingly careful to mask my secret
lust for him, I did allow myself to revel in those opportunities that a
shared bedroom provides by rarely missing any chance to see his well built
body naked, or nearly so. Like most any 15 year old, my hormones were in
full rage and it was the rare moment indeed that sex didn't occupy first
position in my thoughts, the difference from the typical boy, I suppose,
lay in the fact that the predominance of my lustful thinking was centered
on other boys rather than girls. Had I thought for one minute that Brian
would have been even a little bit amiable to my sexual advances it might
truly have been a memorable visit, but I was dead certain that he would not
only have rejected any such overture in utter disgust, he most likely would
also have kicked my young ass, cousin or not. Sigh.

   I was somewhat confused and even a bit frightened by my sexual leanings
myself, and while I couldn't really put a point on exactly when or why
these dark desires had crept into my persona, I had come to accept the
situation for what it was. I had first become aware of my same sex
attraction when I entered the 8th grade and experienced gym class and
competitive intramural baseball, each of which called for shared showers
with classmates and teammates. I quickly came to the conclusion that I was
very excited by seeing all those naked boys and having them see me naked as
well, and it was a short leap from shared nakedness to a myriad of naughty
thoughts regarding just what fun things a couple of naked boys, or a group
of same, might get up to. These highly stimulating ideas and thoughts
quickly morphed into a deep desire to actually experiment along those
lines, and an admittedly overdone exposure to those kinds of acts being
portrayed on the numerous gay internet sites I had begun to frequent only
added high octane fuel to already raging fire. As a result, inevitable I
suppose, I had on a small number of occasions allowed myself to indulge in
some behind closed doors, or deep in the woods dalliances with some
likeminded boys back home, and the effect of those experiences had pretty
much cemented the realization that I was a gay boy, albeit a closeted one,
or so I thought.

   On this final evening of my family visit Brian had been gracious as
usual and included tag-along me in his plans to attend a house party being
hosted by one of his friends that was certain to be well attended by a
large gathering of his 17 and 18 year old friends. I, of course, was
delighted with the anticipation of an evening of hanging out in close
proximity to all these studs as they got their party thing on, and as much
as I secretly would have given it up to most any one of them, I had no real
illusions of that happening. I had intended to be ultra-cool at the party
and try not to embarrass Brian for dragging along his kid-cousin, which I
suppose is why what evolved at the party was a real surprise, to say the
least.

   Brian and I had arrived fashionably late, probably around 8:00 pm or so,
and after making the rounds to greet everybody, he and I kind of went our
own way. An hour or so later I found myself wearing down on the raucously
loud music and the loud voices that failed to compete with the music, and I
wandered out to the back yard where I sat down on a rock wall that
surrounded the sparkling swimming pool. I sipped on a Pepsi and enjoyed the
balmy fresh air, and I was actually slightly startled when I sensed someone
sitting down along side me. I turned to face the intruder, and found myself
staring at an exceedingly handsome guy of around 18 or so. He smiled
warmly, and offered me his hand as he said,

   "Hi...Robby, right?"

   I took his hand and shook it, enjoying the sensation of strength he put
into his greeting, and I nodded my head as I replied,

   "That's me...and I remember meeting you, too...but not your name...I'm
sorry...guess I've met too many people the last couple weeks."

   He chuckled, still holding onto my hand as he looked deeply into my eyes
and told me,

   "I'm Doug, and don't sweat not remembering...I'm actually flattered that
you remember me at all...we only met once, and then only a few minutes in a
crowd..some party they have going on here...very cool, but also very
loud...inside anyway."

   I laughed in agreement, and said,

   "Definitely loud...finally drove me out here for a break."

   He let go of my hand then, and I instantly missed it, and he went on to
say,

   "Yea, me too...can handle only so much of that noise level...crap, I
must be getting old!"

   We laughed about that comment, and then made small talk about how my
visit had gone, where Brian had taken me around town, and how I liked the
area but wished we had spent more time on the beach given that my town was
away from the ocean so being near it was a real treat for me. Doug
acknowledged that, and then talked some about himself, his experiences as a
college freshman over the past semester, his unsettled plans for the
future, a variety of typical small talk. Doug was really easy to be with,
and I had quickly relaxed in his presence, and I'm still not really sure if
I had let some comment slip as we talked, or if there actually is some
truth to the oft rumored "gaydar," but he genuinely surprised me when he
calmly inquired, as if he were asking me the time,

   "So, Robby...you're headed into your junior year of high school...an
upper classman at last...be driving soon, and all that...nice...so how is
the social scene at your school...?...any serious boyfriend, or anything
like that?"

   My heart skipped a beat, and I felt my cheeks go all warm as I searched
my brain for some tidbit I had inadvertently dropped to belie my secret,
but nothing came to mind. Turning to face Doug I knew I was blushing
furiously, and he smiled and winked at me as he held up a hand to quiet me,
and said,

   "Don't panic, Robby...it's all good...I'm just unusually adept at
recognizing guys like us...and, your secret is safe with me, promise, if
mine is safe with you...none of these people here have a clue I'm gay...a
dude has to pick and choose about that information."

   I let all that sink in, and then I just nodded dumbly, and answered,

   "I won't say a word, Doug, honest...and no, it's all pretty much new for
me, you know, so no boyfriends...well, a couple dudes I got into a little
bit with, but nothing serious...not yet, anyway."

   He smiled, and reached out to rub my shoulder as he told me,

   "Got you, Dude...been there, done that, and remember it well,
too...don't worry about it...it'll all happen for you soon enough...kinda
sucks though I know...all that horniness!"

   I giggled and nodded, relaxing again as we continued our light banter
and I loved the warm fuzzies his touching me was providing, and after a
while he kind of leaned close to me, close enough that I smelled his great
scent and became very aware of his warm breath near my ear when he said
softly,

   "Hey Robby, you said you didn't see enough ocean, and I'm guessing not
any of it at night...you want to off this pop-stand and take a ride to the
beach with me...?...I'll tell Brian that I'm bringing you home later?"

   My heart pounded in my chest, my brain spinning as I digested the
thought that this hunky dude was actually hitting on me, and I was kind of
torn between wanting in a big way to yell out YES, I want to go anywhere at
all with you, and the sudden fear that if I did say yes, and something
actually developed between us would I measure up to his experience, and his
size, for crying out loud! I mean I was just 15 to his 18 or 19...and while
I wasn't ashamed of my stiff five inches, I was still growing after all,
and he might think...oh, fuck it you freaking sissy...jump on this...say
yes, and quick! I looked at Doug, still blushing, and nodded my head as I
mumbled,

   "That sounds really awesome, Doug...yes, I'd love going to the beach
with you!"

   Leaning closer still, he quickly licked my earlobe, and told me to sit
tight while he went to tell Brian what was up. I did as told, my dick and
balls tingling inside my undies as my stomach churned full of butterflies
in anticipation of what was going to happen. Doug was back in a flash and
reached for my hand as I stood up and followed him through the side yard to
a gate and then out to his truck. We climbed in, and after spending a
moment just gazing at each other, he fired up and drove off into the
night. Our chatter resumed as we drove, but there was now a palpable sexual
tension between us though neither of us had yet really taken it there in
any real way. God, I thought suddenly, what if I m reading all this wrong,
and Doug is just being kind enough to show me the ocean at night without
any thought of us being sexual in any way...shit...I'll look like a real
jerk if I assume he wants what I want, and he isn't even thinking that way!
Almost as if he were reading my mind, Doug settled my fears simply by
reaching across the seat and placing a firm hand on my thigh and squeezing
gently as he said softly,

   "You're alright with this, Robby...right?"

   Shuddering from his touch, I simply placed my hand on his, and told him,
my voice quivering slightly,

   "Very alright, Doug...totally!"

   He smiled, and let his hand linger on my inner thigh a bit longer before
returning his full attention to his driving. When he removed his hand I
felt like something was definitely missing all of a sudden and I allowed
myself to wonder how incredible it would feel to have his hands on me
everywhere. The vivid thoughts that produced quickly generated a rigid
erection in my cargo shorts which would be painfully obvious to Doug should
he look my way, but I didn't care one bit, and actually kind of hoped he
would notice, and bring that hand back to grope me for real. That sadly
didn't happen as Doug continued to concentrate on driving. I was sorely
tempted to slide closer to him on the trucks bench style seat, but my
nervousness and inherent shyness kept me rooted to my seat as my vivid
imagination continued to run rehearsals of the events I prayed would
eventually play out. I was flat sick of my lack of any real experience with
a guy who knew what he was doing, and with this being my last evening in
town I didn't want to waste this opportunity.

   Doug slowed then, and executed a left turn away from the main road we
had been traveling and onto a much smaller and less traveled road. I could
smell the ocean, and as he turned once more onto an even more narrow road I
caught a glimpse of the rolling surf as the headlights flashed onto the
crashing waves. He made a couple of other turns, and then rolled to a stop
on a low rise that overlooked the beach, and as he shut down the truck I
glanced around, seeing nothing but isolation. He sat back, and gave me a
smile as he said,

   "Here we are, Robby, and welcome to my favorite nighttime hideout...I
come out here sometimes to get my head right when life gets heavy...it's a
great view, and very quiet, I have never actually seen anyone else around
here at night."

   I took a moment to admire the view, and the scents and sounds of the
roiling ocean as it crashed onto the sand in front of us, and then I gave
Doug what I hoped was an alluring smile as I told how cool I thought the
spot was. We were quiet for a bit, and then Doug moved closer to me, and
again placed his hand on my upper leg. I gazed at him, certain I was
wearing an expression of pure lust, and he spoke softly as he said,

   "You are a really good looking boy, Robby, I thought that the first time
I met you, and then again tonight when I was checking you at back at the
party."

   I could feel my face flush warmly, and my heart was pounding so loudly I
was sure he would hear it, and I muttered,

   "Thanks, Doug...I think the same of you, actually, and I think it's
definitely cool that you were checking me out."

   His hand moved lightly on my thigh, and my rock hard cock pulsed behind
my briefs, and he inched even closer, and nearly whispered,

   "I really want to kiss you, Robby...are you okay with that...?...have
you ever kissed another guy?"

   I stared at him, especially his pleading eyes and lush, full mouth, and
I managed to utter,

   "Okay with it, yes...have I done it, no...but I really, really think I
want you to kiss me."

   He smiled a bit, and leaned toward me, the pleasing scent of his cologne
wafting around me. I felt his arm move over my shoulders as he moved in and
placed his soft warm lips onto mine, and I eagerly responded, my lips
parting slightly to allow his probing tongue to slip inside my mouth. Oh
God, it was amazing, so soft and filled with passion, and in seconds we
were tongue dancing like we had done it forever. Finally, he pulled back
slightly, breaking our kiss, and I felt my breath coming in ragged and
throaty huffs, and Doug let his hand travel lightly across my bulging
crotch. I gasped his name, and he chuckled softly as he gave my boner a
brief squeeze before lifting his hand to the top button of my shirt.

   One by one he opened the buttons, and then he eased the shirt from my
shoulders and arms as I leaned forward to assist his effort. He dropped the
shirt on the floor and paused a moment to gaze at my bare torso and chest,
and when he licked his lips I gasped again as I imagined him licking me. He
lifted his hand then, and began to touch me, his fingertips feeling like
fire on my skin as he began to touch me, my upper arms, my neck and chest,
his fingers gliding over my small nipples as I all but panted. He leaned in
and kissed me again, and when he pulled back, he said breathlessly,

   "Oh Robby, you are beautiful...so smooth and lean...such buttery
skin...so warm!"

   I shuddered as his fingers explored my nipples, having no clue that they
were so sensitive, and the jolting sensation his touch evoked seemed be
directly wired to my balls which were tingling every bit as much as were my
nipples. And if that weren't enough, he lowered his head and began licking
and sucking the tender nubs, and I nearly screamed in pleasure. He tongued
and softly sucked each in turn several times, and then he placed a palm
flat on my chest, and kind of pushed me back against the door behind
me. Moving lower, he licked the skin below my nipples, and then the
softness of my tummy, and I groaned out loud as his hand again groped my
raging erection as he continued to lick my tummy and dig into my navel.

   "Oh God, Doug...oh my God...!" I croaked, my head spinning with
sensations.

  He shifted some, and I felt his fingers digging at the fly of my cargo
shorts, and I arched my back to ease his access. He deftly opened the snap,
and slid own the zipper, and the sound of that nearly had me unloading in
my briefs. He tugged at the waist band, and I automatically lifted my butt
as he pushed the shorts, and my briefs down my legs. My throbbing cock
sprang free and slapped against my groin, and I heard Doug draw in a ragged
breath as he uttered my name in a whisper. I groaned loudly again when he
took my erection in his hand, and I bit my tongue to prevent myself from
shooting cum all over the freaking place. He stroked me gently, and then he
looked up at me, and said breathily,

   "You have a beautiful cock, Robby, really beautiful, and I hope you
won't object to me sucking it...I have thought about doing it ever since we
met."

   "Oh my God, I hissed, would I mind...?...I might just pass put if you
don't!"

   I heard him chuckle softly as he slid his fist along my rigid cock, and
then he moved to carefully cup my aching ball sack as he lowered his head,
and licked the underside of my cock from bottom to top. I nearly screamed
again, every nerve ending in my young body fully alive and singing as he
swabbed the knob of my cock, and then took it into his warm wet mouth. He
sucked me steadily, his head bobbing over my crotch, and I could clearly
hear the slurping noises he made as he drove me straight through the roof
of the truck with that magic mouth. His fingers expertly probed my balls as
he sucked me, and without being aware I was doing it I found my fingers
tugging at his hair as my balls began to churn in earnest. He used his
other hand to roam over my heaving chest, again touching my tender nipples
which only added to the building pressure in my balls, and all too soon I
knew that all was lost, it was simply too much to endure, and I suddenly
knew that I was going to cum, big time. My hips bucked sharply and I lifted
off the seat as my balls rolled over, and I blurted his name and yanked
hard on his hair to let him know I was going to blow, but rather than heed
my frantic warning, Doug just sucked harder still as he gently tugged at my
balls, and that was the final-final for this sex-starved boy, and I
unloaded the load of my life, spewing what felt like a quart of cum into
his mouth.

   If he found that unpleasant in any way, he did a bang up job of
concealing it because he seemed happy to stay right there, taking each
mind-bending blast that I produced which seemed to me to be around a dozen,
and swallowing it all down without a whimper. When I finally stopped
shooting, I was absolutely blown away, if you will allow me the pun, and I
just kind of collapsed in panting, wheezing heap against the truck
door. Doug continued to suckle my now wilting cock until I went soft, and
slipped from his mouth, and then he sat up, and grinned at me. I met his
gaze, blinking rapidly in disbelief of the pleasure he had just given me,
and then I grinned as well as he told me,

   "Holy crap, Robby...that was one incredible cum, for sure...and man, do
you taste sweet...delicious...I can't wait for more of that creamy
goo...Jesus Dude, you are a freaking cum fountain!"

   Having no clue whether or not I could speak, I just smiled and nodded my
head as my heart rate slowly returned to normal, and I eventually managed
to mumble,

   "Oh man, Doug, that was the single most amazing thing that has ever
happened to me...unbelievable...and if you seriously want more of
that...Dude, I am SO in..!"

   He laughed, and reached for my now small and wilted dick a squeeze, and
then he suggested we go for a walk on the beach. I got my stuff more or
less together, and Doug fished a blanket out from under the seat, and we
got out, and walked along the deserted beach, holding hands. We spread the
blanket behind a dune out of the breeze, and then we lay down on it, Doug
once more sending me soaring with his incredible kisses and touches as he
once again got me naked, and then he stood to get out of his own clothes as
I watched, holding my breath in anticipation of his naked beauty. And I was
not disappointed in the least. Naked, he stood before me, allowing me all
the time I wanted to bask in his perfection, and bask I did. He was
perfect, I decided, a lean and toned body, the center piece of which was a
trophy specimen cock complete with a plump and nicely dangling pouch of
balls. He was cut, and the plum-like head flared widely at the tip of a
thick shaft which was anchored by a well trimmed bush of dark pubes that
gathered on his groin. My mouth drooled with saliva as I stared at his
weapon, and it felt like the most natural thing I had ever done as I
scooted closer, and licked it all over, his heavy balls included. He stood
with legs wide apart and hands on his narrow hips as I sucked his delicious
cock and balls, my endless saliva raining along his thick shaft and wetting
his sack, and I knew I had to taste his nectar, to experience it flooding
into my mouth, and down my throat.

   Almost as if Doug had read my mind, he rocked his hips a few times, and
then told me,

   "Robby, I'm there, Dude...already...you're sucking me so good, I'm going
to cum any second if you want to back off...!"

   No freaking way, I thought, and in answer I just continued sucking him
and working his balls until he groaned loudly, rose up on his toes, and let
it go. Warm globs of thick semen began jetting into my mouth, and the acrid
flavor of it seemed absolutely wonderful to me as I swilled it around,
savoring it's taste and texture until he finally reduced to small dribbles
of the stuff. Moving back then, I looked up at him, and opened wide to let
him see his creamy load filling my mouth, and then I gulped the whole thing
down. He grinned, his head shaking side to side as I made a kind of
production of smacking and licking my lips, and when he sank down beside
me, I loved how he took me in arms and held me as he kissed my cum stained
mouth, his tongue pushing inside to share the lingering taste of his own
cum.

   We rested a while, cuddling and kissing as we touched each other
wherever we could reach, and then on a silly impulse we took off chasing
each other, running naked across the sand, giggling and playing grab-ass
like little kids. Eventually, Doug scooped me up in his strong arms and
carried me back to our blanket where he laid me down on my back before
settling in beside me. He stroked my body lovingly, and then completely
surprised me by bending my legs back to my chest as he spread my ass open,
and plunged straight in, his tongue lapping the crease of my butt and
stabbing at my tight little wrinkle. I could hardly believe he was doing
that, and seemingly loving it, and as awesome as the earlier blow job had
felt to me, I had never before felt anything quite as intense as this. He
worked me until I could feel his saliva running wetly down the crease of my
butt, and then he paused as he quickly reached for his shorts. I learned
later that the pause had been to allow him to grab a small tube of lube
which he quickly spread into my crevice and then inside my hole as he
pushed his slick finger into me several times. It dawned on me then what he
intended, and a pang of fear shot through my belly at the thought of that
incredible cock of his driving into my most intimate place, and then the
fear was replaced by a sudden desire to have him do just that. I
concentrated, forcing myself to relax as he fingered me, and then I managed
to blurt out my sudden need as I told him,

   "Do it, Doug...right now...fuck me...I want you to fuck me!"

      In a flash he wiggled into position between my upraised legs and
grasped his heavy erection, centering it at my opening. I groaned as I felt
the rubbery knob touch my tender hole, and then a flash of bright white
light behind my eyes went off and a burn of sharp pain seemed to sear my
very guts as he eased his thickness into my resisting little pucker. I
yelled in pain and surprise, and Doug clamped his hand over my mouth as he
muttered encouragement to me, assuring me that the pain would soon pass,
and all would be well again. I gritted my teeth, struggling to relax my
tense muscles as Doug moved in and out of me, and to my great surprise the
searing pain seemed to dissipate, and give way to sense of pleasure I had
never imagined. Sensing my change, Doug picked up his pace a bit, his wide
cock gliding easily in and out of my clinging rectum, and I instinctively
began rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. Now we were actually fucking,
gasping and moving together as our hands clung to each other, touching and
pinching as we moved as one. To my astonishment I suddenly felt an intense
orgasm wash over my racked young body as a massive load of cum ejected
across my stomach and chest, and a second later Doug announced his own
orgasm as I felt his cock pulsing deep inside me as his balls unloaded.

   It seemed so still and quiet then, the only real sound coming from the
ever ebbing sea as we lay cuddled on the blanket. I reflected on the
stunning events of the past couple of hours, and on the likelihood of my
future now that this amazing guy had confirmed all of my secret feelings
about myself, and I realized with a smile what a priceless gift he had
given me this night. He had shown me myself in the way I was meant to be,
in the process laying to rest all of my uncertainty, and fears of who I
was. I snuggled into his smooth body, and hugged him hard as I came to
realize that my single regret with regard to the evening was that it was to
be, with Doug, just this once.

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