Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2006 15:48:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Peeking From the Closet (5)

   I slowly opened my eyes, for a moment wondering where I was. I turned my
head to the side, and my eyes popped open wide, as the sleeping figure of
Bobby came into focus. In a rush, the events of the past few hours flooded
my brain, and I shook my head, hoping that I wasn't just dreaming.

   I rolled on my side, and propped my head on my hand. Letting my eyes
roam over Bobby's nakedness. Holy shit, I thought, it had actually
happened, just like I remembered it. My gaze settled on his soft cock,
resting now, atop his plump ball sac. Jesus, I had actually sucked that
beautiful meat, and relished in the explosion of warm cum that had
ultimately erupted from it, flooding my mouth repeatedly, as I struggled to
gulp it all down. The word cocksucker bounced around in my head briefly,
and it made me smile, as I wondered why that word held such a negative
connotation in so many circles, when I now knew, first hand, that there was
absolutely nothing negative about engulfing that throbbing instrument, and
pleasuring it to the brink, and beyond.

   I continued to gaze longingly at Bobby's trim body, and mentally relived
the incredible minutes we had spent together in the shower, with Bobby
actually touching my cock, then jacking me to a mind numbing explosion, as
I sprayed the shower stall with my pent up load. Incredible, I decided,
absolutely incredible. I had dreamed this, so many times, fisting away at
my aching cock, and imagining Bobby's thick rod sliding in and out of my
mouth. And now, it had happened, and I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted
it to happen again, and soon. Bobby stirred slightly, turning fully onto
his back, and I stifled the urge to groan, as his cock lolled against his
firm thigh, pointing right at me. My mouth flooded with saliva, and I
wanted to just drop down there, and slide that thick meat back into my
mouth. My own cock inflated as I stared at Bobby's, and rose to full
hardness, jutting out from my groin. I reached down, and gave it a squeeze,
the vivid memory of the feel of Bobby's hand on me there filling my
brain. I longed to touch him, to take his thickness in my mouth, and suck
him awake, and just keep sucking him, until he once more gifted me with his
thick cream. I resisted, barely, a little unsure of what his waking, and
much more sober, attitude might be toward our actions.

   I didn't need to wonder for long, as Bobby stirred again, and opened his
eyes, rapidly blinking, as he came awake. I held my breath, still right
next to him, my hardon almost in contact with his rib cage. He rolled his
head, and those seductive eyes met mine, and he blinked rapidly
again. Still holding my breath, I tried to read his expression, but he just
continued to look at me, his cute face pretty much a blank. After what
seemed like forever, a slow smile began to cross his face, and he lifted
his arms, cupping his hands behind his head, and said, "Hey, Ry!" I
exhaled, finally gulping in a new breath, and smiled back at him, then,
replied, "Hey, Bobby!" His eyes moved down, scanning over my naked torso,
and came to rest on my rock hard cock. He chuckled softly, then lifted his
gaze back to meet mine, and said, "Jeez, Dude....don't I remember taking
care of that in the shower?" I laughed, a warm blush crawling across my
cheeks, and mumbled, "Yea, well, you know, that was, like, a long time
ago." He chuckled softly, and muttered, "Yea....like a lifetime ago..."
Unsure again, I stayed silent, and rolled onto my stomach, suddenly
embarrassed at my aching hardon being so prominently on display, and so
physically close to touching his skin.

   We lay there quietly, me with my head cradled on my folded arms looking
at him, while he once again focused on the ceiling. The silence was like a
deafening roar in my ears, and I could feel my heart hammering at my chest,
as I waited for Bobby to say, or do, something, anything. What seemed like
a long time passed, and I was actually afraid that Bobby would hear my
pounding heart, and my cock ached, trapped under my full weight against the
mattress. Unable to stand it any longer, I said, very quietly, "Guess I
should go." Bobby stayed rock still for a minute, then rolled his head
toward me, and finally spoke, saying, "Naw...lets go raid the kitchen.....I
am seriously hungry....and big time thirsty!" With that, he rolled off the
bed, and headed out the door of his bedroom, as I watched his incredible
ass flex with his movements. I rolled onto my back, willing my hardon to
wilt, then, decided to go throw some cold water on my face, hoping it would
distract my smoldering thoughts.

   I stopped by the bathroom, and the memory of what had occurred there
returned, adding to my erection difficulties. I shrugged off the thoughts,
and did the cold water thing, while working a few math problems in my
head. Eventually I managed about half staff, and went to join Bobby in the
kitchen. It felt pretty weird to be walking around someone else's house
naked, but at the same time, I took it as a very good sign that Bobby had
made no attempt to cover his body either. I found the kitchen, and Bobby,
where he was busy building thick sandwiches at the counter. I pulled out a
bar stool on the opposite side from him, and sat down, my semi-erect cock
lazing against my now scrunched balls. I watched him deftly build the
sandwiches, and my eyes lingered over his smooth chest, and flat stomach,
and I remembered the silky feel of his skin, none of which helped my desire
quotient, and my cock once more began to show interest.

   Bobby, apparently, was serious about being hungry, and thirsty, as my
newly sprouted hardon escaped his attention, and he hungrily dug into the
food, washing the whole thing down with a sixteen ounce soda that he pulled
from the fridge. I nibbled at my sandwich, much more interested in again
nibbling his pretty cock, and sipped at the soda he had slid in front of
me, while I watched him gorge himself, obviously beset with a case of the
hangover hunger's. Finished, he pushed back his plate, and produced a small
burp, excusing himself, as I chuckled softly, and asked, "Feel better now?"
He nodded, his hand rubbing over his firm tummy, and I zeroed in on his
cock, unconsciously licking my lips. "Ryan, Dude," he suddenly said, "If I
ever again hit the juice that way, and you're around, just kick my ass,
will you?" Thinking that I would much rather kiss it, than kick it, I just
nodded, and muttered, "I tried to tell you to cool it." He looked at me,
and wiggled his eyebrows provocatively, and replied, " That much sauce
makes me do strange things.....or at least....provides a hell of an excuse."
With that, he walked to the kitchen door, my eyes once again perving his
cute butt. He stopped, and half turned toward me, his thick cock swinging
at his groin, and said, "Come on, Ry, let's go surf some nasty shit on the
web." I stood, and followed him back to his room, my very hard cock leading
the way. As I looked down on it, it occurred to me that I really didn't
need any further stimulation, at least nothing more than Bobby, himself.

   He ducked into his Dad's small office, and rolled the computer chair
into his room, then, placed it next to his own in front of his computer,
and booted it up. We sat side by side, naked, as Bobby clicked through
several of his favorite porn sights. All of them were straight, of course,
and had the expected affect on Bobby's thick cock, which rapidly joined
mine in full on hardness. We made the usual snide comments one makes when
trying to be very cavalier about looking at porn, commenting on several
sets of bodacious tits, and some horse-cocked studs. Again, it was slightly
weird, to be casually surfing internet porn while naked, and erect, seated
right next to a hot guy, who's cock you had recently sucked, and, seriously
wanted to suck again.

   Eventually Bobby grew tired of the repetition of the images, and
suddenly twisted his chair so that he was facing me. I couldn't help
myself, and dropped my gaze to his pulsing cock, and he saw me. He sighed
heavily, and leaned back in the chair, spreading his muscular legs in front
of him, so that his two legs surrounded one of mine. I jumped at the
contact, a small jolt passing thru me that made me groan softly, and Bobby
rubbed his legs against mine some more. I glanced up into his eyes, then
again focused on his throbbing meat, mesmerized, and dieing to just drop
down in front of him, and swallow it. He continued to work his legs against
mine, then, very softly, said, "I gotta tell you, Ry....damn, Dude....I was
pretty toasty....but still....you doing....that....before....was, like, the most
intense feeling I have ever had in my whole freeking life!" That last bit
came out rapid-fire, almost one long word, and my heart rate once again
leaped off the chart as I digested it. I tore my eyes from his turgid cock,
and looked at him, feeling my face burning with my furious blushing, and
nodded, not sure I could speak, even if I could think of a reply. He looked
straight into my eyes, and slowly nodded his head, his legs still moving on
mine, and he said, "Serious, Dude....it was, like, totally
incredible....and....I'm really glad that it happened....weird as it is." I
gulped, my whole nervous system singing, and my heart hammering my chest,
and finally summoned the courage, or foolishness, to utter the words that
were searing my brain. "Oh shit, Bobby...dude...I....damn it.....I want to....I
fucking want to do it, again!" I thought I might pass out, so peaked was my
blood pressure, and my temples pounded at the sides of my head, as I just
sat there staring at his rock hard cock, knowing that I was toast, dead
meat, whatever. Bobby lifted his leg, and slid his foot into my crotch, his
toes poking at my hardon, as he rolled his head back on the chair, and
closed his eyes. My heart all but stopped, when I heard him mumble, "I want
that too, Ryan.....I want that, too!"

   Ten seconds, that seemed like ten days, passed, and I threw all caution
to the winds, giving myself over to the burning desire that had haunted me
every second since we had done it in the car. I scooted forward in the
chair, and dropped to my knees on the carpeted floor, quickly moving
forward between Bobby's spread legs. With a shaking hand, I reached out,
and wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft of his cock, and stroked it,
once more reveling in the silky smoothness of it, and the absolute rock
hardness of the tissue below the silky skin. My mouth was nearly drooling,
as I leaned in closer, and blew my warm breath over that stiff cock, then,
slid my tongue out, and licked across the spongy head. Bobby groaned
loudly, and mumbled my name, as I slowly slid its pulsing length into my
mouth. My taste bud's exploded, his flavor flooding my senses, and I began
moving my head over him, my lips firmly closed around his rock hard shaft,
as I sucked him with a fervor, an absolute lust, as if I had been doing
forever.

   Bobby got into it, big time, mumbling my name, and muttering comments
about how great it was, as I sucked him, my fingers stroking his inner
thighs, and toying with his balls. I amazed myself with how quickly I
became deft at my task, sliding my mouth up and down his saliva slicked
cock, and teasing the tender tip with my tongue. My mouth was alive with
the slightly pungent taste of his copious precum, and I gulped several
times, causing the spongy head of his cock to bump the back of my throat. I
tugged his plump balls, and at some point needed to sample that, as well,
and I released his cock, dropping lower, to gently suckle his heavy
balls. He moaned a deep sound, once more repeating my name, and I moved
back to slide his engorged cock into my hungry mouth. My taste buds
actually ached, so strong was my desire to have him again flood my mouth,
and throat, with his creamy nectar. I moved over his fleshy tube, sucking
strongly, and wetly, urging his balls to explode, and give me what I so
wanted, needed. Bobby was going nuts above me, bucking his slim hips, and
plunging his throbbing meat into my sucking mouth, his hands moving down to
tightly grip the sides of my head, guiding me, as I sucked him. He growled
suddenly, a deep seated sound from somewhere within, and his thick cock
spasmed in my mouth, and erupted, jet after rapid jet of his thick and
creamy discharge ejecting into my mouth. I gulped as fast as he flooded me,
tears springing from my eyes, and running down my cheeks, as he continued
to spew his warm, slick juices, until he was drained once again. He sagged
back on the chair, his chest heaving, as he gasped for air, and I slipped
his wilting cock from my bruised lips, rubbing the still leaking head
across my lips, desperate to capture the last drops of his emission.

   His cock wilted in my fingers, and I milked the soft shaft, smiling, as
one last pearl of his essence oozed from the tiny slit. I extended my
tongue tip, and swiped it over the shiny head of his cock, and lapped up
the last of his offering, then released it, and rocked back on my heels. I
stared at his gaping crotch, and at his now soft, and slightly wrinkled
cock, and the plump balls, that now hung loosely in his limp sac between
his firm thighs. I grinned, swiping at my cum streaked lips with the back
of my hand. His slightly salty, and bitter-sweet taste lingered in my
mouth, and I could feel the slimy aftermath of his fluid in my throat, and
my heart sang with happiness, and completeness. Bobby opened his eyes, and
looked at me, a blurry look on his very flushed face, and a slow, silly
grin painted over that cute face, as he uttered, breathlessly, "Holy shit,
Ryan.....holy....fucking.....shit!" I smiled up at him with my puffy mouth,
and nodded, replying, "Exactly!"

(To Be Continued)
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