Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2006 10:14:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Peeking From the Closet (6)

   I had become so focused on sucking Bobby's great cock that I hadn't
really even considered how late it was getting. Once I forced my mind off
further thoughts of doing him again, I realized that I needed to get home,
or risk the wrath of my parents. I reluctantly dressed, and hauled ass for
home, leaving a stunned, but satisfied Bobby at his front door.

   I crept into my house, and to my room, as silently as possible, relieved
at finding a dark, and totally quiet household. I had no clue whatever how
I would have explained my appearance, or worse yet, the lingering scents of
raw sex, and fairly fresh cum, that surrounded my immediate space like a
misty cloud. It was not something that I cared to discuss with my parents,
definitely.  Inside my room, I peeled out of my clothes, and padded naked
across the hall to the bathroom, where I washed up, and brushed my teeth. I
regretted loosing the pungent after taste of Bobby's hot loads, but worried
that one of the parents might look in on me, should they arise during the
remainder of the night, and detect the distinct odor.  I peed, and crept
back inside my room, closing the door behind me, and slid into the cool,
fresh sheets.

   Settled back on my pillow, I ran my hand under the sheet, and idly
stroked my semi erect cock, reliving every minute of the incredible evening
I had just spent with Bobby. Damn, I thought, it had been awesome, totally,
and I chided myself for not exploring my desires, and apparent skill, as a
cocksucker long before. A vivid image of Bobby's thick meat swam through my
mind, followed by the image of me on my knees before him, hungrily sucking
that throbbing tool to the very base. My cock rose to rock hardness as I
stroked it slowly, remembering every detail of how his cock had filled my
mouth, and poked angrily into the back of my throat. My jaw actually ached
some, unaccustomed to the vigorous exercise I had put it through over the
last several hours, or maybe, I decided, it ached for more!

   I ran my hand over my balls, and instantly recalled the feel of Bobby's
plump nuggets in my hand, and my mouth, so heavy, and loose, the twin orbs
moving about inside the wrinkled pouch. And the cum, my God, a veritable
gusher of the stuff, both times! The stuff was really amazing, I decided,
so thick, and warm, even slippery, as it slid down my throat. I pictured
the moment when he exploded, the feel of his heavy balls pulling upward,
and the rigid shaft swelling, then jerking, in my mouth, as his creamy
fluid jetted into me, over and over. I felt my own balls tingle with that
incredible sensation, and my own shaft thicken, and jerk, in my rapidly
moving fist, erupting, and spewing my own thick juice over my stomach, some
even spattering up on my heaving chest. As I pumped my spraying cock, I
mumbled softly to the dark and quiet room, cocksucker, cocksucker,
cocksucker, my chants in perfect sync with each firm ejaculation of my
juice.  Suddenly overwhelmed with total exhaustion, I dabbed at my cummy
mess with my tee shirt, then, rolled over, and instantly crashed into a
deep, sound sleep.

   The next thing I knew, sunlight was streaming in through the window. I
woke slowly, peering at my clock, and determining that it was after 10:00
am. I rolled onto my back, stretched, then, rolled out of bed. I grabbed
some clean briefs, shorts, and another tee shirt, feeling very much like a
long, hot shower. I spotted last night's tee shirt lying on the floor next
to my bed, and picked it up. I held it to my face, and sniffed deeply,
smiling, as the lingering odor of my seminal discharge wafted through my
nostrils. That image of me on my knees, Bobby's hard cock filling my mouth,
once again flashed through my brain, and I shuddered slightly, then, headed
for that hot shower.

   After raiding the fridge for some much needed sustenance, I wandered
outside, and decided on impulse to wash my car. I had just finished, and
was admiring the gleam, when my cell phone went off, the goofy ring tone
startling my reverie. I picked up, and heard nothing for a few seconds,
then, a heavy sigh, followed by, "Ryan....hey, Dude..." My heart did a
small flutter as I instantly recognized Bobby's voice, and I quickly
responded, saying hello. He was quiet again, then said, "So, what are you
up to right now?" I glanced back at the brightly shining car in the
driveway, and responded, "Not much, actually....I just finished washing my
ride." Another brief pause ensued, followed by, "Cool....so, uh....could
you maybe, like, come and pick me up.......we, uh.....well, we sorta need
to talk, Dude." My heart turned over again, and a dark dread washed over
me, as I contemplated the meaning of "need to talk." It sounded heavy,
ominous even, and I took a deep breath, and answered, "Yea Bobby,
sure....be right there....you, um, want to give me a clue?" He paused, then
sighed again, and replied, "Right....like you wouldn't have a clue, I
suppose." The dark dread feeling intensified, and I actually shuddered, my
mind racing ahead to the possibilities, but I just uttered, "Twenty
minutes, OK?" He acknowledged, and rang off, leaving me holding a dead
phone, and my breath.

   As I drove toward Bobby's, I considered the probable direction of our
upcoming "talk," and decided that I was most likely going to hear the
too-much-booze excuse for his allowing last evening's events to occur, and
the macho, I'm not into that gay shit speech. And, I decided, I would let
that fly, as far as Bobby was concerned, because he probably, in fact, did
have too much alcohol in him last night, and I never considered for a
minute that he was into the gay shit. Not really, I didn't, not even when
he had eagerly jerked me to orgasm in the shower, or when he had allowed me
to feast on his thick cock, twice, no less, and happily filled my mouth
with his loads, did I consider that he was into it, other than the fact
that he seemed to think that it felt pretty incredible, and even said as
much. No, Bobby was definitely straight, and no doubt was feeling somewhat
threatened in the cold light of soberness that came with the new day. It
was my own sexuality that hung in the balance here, and as I once again
recalled the awesome sensation of touching another male, and sucking that
powerful piece of meat, and of actually bringing about the mind blowing
orgasms that resulted, I decided that one evening was not even close to
enough. I wanted to go there again, big time, and if not with Bobby, then,
with someone less uptight about the "gay" connotation of it
all. Cocksucker, I said right out loud, and smiled, nodding my head, and
thinking, "Yup, pretty much!"

   Bobby was outside waiting when I pulled up, and I felt a small tingle in
my balls as I checked him out. He was dressed in shorts, and a logo tee
shirt, white tennis shoes on his feet. As he walked toward the car, I
settled my eyes on his bulging crotch, and felt my mouth salivate. Lighten
up, Bobby, I mentally chided him, I only want to suck that thick cock of
yours, and, I promise it will be our little secret! He opened the door, and
slid into the seat, looking over at me with a slightly sheepish
expression. I smiled, and reached over to nudge his shoulder, saying, "Hey
studly....how's it hanging?" His cheeks flushed slightly, and he mumbled,
"Good....it's all good." I let my gaze drop into his lap, and felt the
tingle again, as I noted the fullness of his package, my mind suddenly
imaging clearly how that solid tube had looked in all of its naked,
throbbing glory. I swallowed, and pulled away from the curb. I glanced over
again, and asked, "So, where to, Dude?" He looked at me, paused, and seemed
to relax some, as he responded, "How about some take-out coffee, then, over
by the river?" I nodded, resisting the strong urge to just drop my hand
onto that tempting bulge, and say good morning to my new friend.

   We made the coffee house stop, picking up some frothy Frappicino
mixture, and I drove out to river at the edge of town. This was the popular
spot for our crowd to gather, to party, or to hone the skill required to
entice one of the local lasses to join one of the local lads in a tour of
some ones back seat. It was mostly an after dark scene, and the place was
virtually deserted at this hour of broad daylight. I rambled down a short
dirt road, effectively screwing my recent wash job, and parked between some
big oaks. Bobby sat quietly, sipping at his coffee, and I settled back,
doing the same. Some awkward silence ensued, and I finally tired of the
tension, and said, "Bobby, Dude, look....it's not a big deal, OK....it was
me...all of it...so don't sit there questioning your manhood, OK?" He
flushed slightly, a soft glow filling in over his cute face, and he looked
at me. He let that sink in a beat, then, said, "Not a big deal....really?"
I chuckled, and nodded, then replied, "Yes, really....I mean, what big
deal....we were both horny....you had it out...like, right there, you
know....and besides.....I've really been thinking about doing....that....a
lot....so, fuck it, I just went for it!" Bobby digested that information,
looking curiously at me, then said, "Yea....you did do that,
alright....well, so then....did you....um....actually like doing....that?"
I grinned at him, dropping my eyes to check out what was now a much more
pronounced lump in his lap, and replied, "Well, jeez, Bobby.....think about
it Dude....I mean....I DID do again, later, right?" he blushed sweetly,
nodding his head slowly, and answered, "Yea, that's true enough....so
then....you did.....right?....actually liked doing it?" Suddenly feeling
much better about the direction this "talk" had taken, I did a quick glance
around outside the car, then, boldly dropped my hand onto the large lump at
Bobby's crotch, and answered, "Yes, Bobby...I liked it a lot...and...if
you're into it, I'd really like to do it again, right now."

   Bobby let out a soft groan, as I squeezed his rock hard erection through
his shorts, and muttered, "Oh man....fuck...I do....really.....want you
to.....but, Dude....please....nobody can ever.....like.....know, you know?"
I nodded, moving my fingers to tug at the elastic of his shorts, and
answered, "No way Bobby....I mean, hell....I'm the cocksucker here....so
why would I tell?" He shuddered, and lifted his sweet butt off the seat,
allowing me to slide the shorts, and his briefs, down his legs, freeing
that delicious stalk of teen boy meat. The thing was hard as steel, and
stood straight up, pulsing against his abdomen, and my mouth instantly
flooded with saliva. I groaned, and reached out to grip the shaft with my
fingers, as I maneuvered across the car seat. I pushed Bobby's legs apart,
and all but dove in between, my hand lifting his throbbing boner away from
his groin. I stared at it briefly, once again amazed at my abject hunger
for it, and slid my tongue out to lap at the smooth head. Bobby groaned
again, and I captured the flared helmet between my lips, sucking the tip,
and dancing my tongue tip against the tiny `v' at the underside of the
head, while I ran my fingers lightly up and down the shaft. He groaned
again, and opened his legs wider, lifting his butt slightly, as though
feeding me his weapon.

   I encircled the base with my fingers, holding it firmly, and slowly
engulfed the entire length of him, an inch at a time. I bottomed out, his
silky pubes tickling at my upper lip, and my nose, as the burgeoning head
of his meaty cock stabbed at the back of my throat. My eyes welled up with
moisture, and my mouth was absolutely flooded with saliva, as his fresh,
clean flavor invaded my senses. The fullness of his cock buried inside my
mouth just felt right, somehow, and I reached between his wide spread legs
to capture his heavy balls in my palm. That got more groans out of Bobby,
and I gently manipulated his nuts, as I began moving my head, and slick
mouth, up and down his shaft. Each time I reached the tip, I swabbed over
it with my tongue, and stabbed at his tiny slit, actually working my tip
inside. Each time that I dug my tongue tip into him there, he groaned
louder, and uttered strings of gibberish. I worked up and down his length
several times, my rhythm getting smoother with each pass, and I sensed that
he was rapidly reaching the boiling point. I wanted desperately to once
more feel his incredible explosion flood my hungry mouth, but I also wanted
this to last as long as possible, so I slid my mouth up the length of his
turgid cock, and pulled all the way off, as he gasped loudly at the sudden
disconnect.

    I dropped lower between his legs, and shoved his legs back, then
dropped my head between them, and orally attacked his large nuts. I swabbed
the flat of my tongue across the wrinkly sac, and drooled saliva all over
it, before lapping at his loose balls. I worked one orb into my mouth, and
sucked it gently, while I ran my fingertips up and down his smooth inner
thighs. He was huffing, and groaning, muttering my name, and a series of
"oh fuck" expletives, as I moved between his heavy balls, sucking each one,
then both. I was really into this now, my jaw screaming in agony, mixed
with ecstasy, as I attacked his balls with a fervor, gagging slightly on my
own free flowing saliva. I released his balls then, and moved, to once more
swallow his drooling cock to the hilt. I encircled the base of his shaft
with my fingers, and pumped it in sync with my mouth moving up and down
over him, and my taste buds ached with the nutty taste of his flowing
precum.

   I worked him a few more minutes, sensing his rapidly crowning
excitement, and suddenly, his fingers entangled my hair, as he gripped my
head in a vise-like hold. "Aggggg, fuck.....Ry.....!" He wailed, his hips
driving into me, as his hands clamped down on my temples.
"Unggg....Ungggg...fuuuuuuuuck....!" He chanted loudly, and his shaft
jerked inside my mouth, and erupted. His warm fluid ejected over my tongue,
instantly flooding me, and I gulped, tears spilling from my eyes, and he
immediately flooded me again. I swallowed, only to once more be filled to
capacity, as Bobby continued to drain his balls, filling my mouth faster
than I could clear it. He gave one final thrust, and I gagged slightly, as
the final rope of his copious emission jetted into me, and he sagged
backward onto the seat. His still drooling cock slipped from my battered
mouth, and I felt a drizzle of his cum run from the corner of my mouth, and
roll down my chin. I sat up, and wiped at my mouth with the back of my
hand, my senses reeling with a mixture of adrenaline, and Bobby's salty
taste. I collapsed back against the car seat, gulping in air, and rolled my
head, to look at Bobby. He stared back at me, his cute face flushed, and
blotchy red, as his chest rose and fell in his attempt to breathe
normally. I grinned at him, still aware of the cum drizzle running off my
chin, and asked, "Well, studly, did that rock, or what?" Bobby gazed at me,
still slightly dazed, and mumbled, "Pretty fucking hot, Dude, for
sure....but....I'm sorta thinking that it needs more work.....if you catch
my drift!" I giggled, and nodded, then muttered, "Ya think?"

(To Be Continued...?)
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