Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2006 10:58:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Peeking From the Closet (7)

   And so it was over the remainder of the school term. Bobby and I hooked
up several times to "work" on my technique of sucking him off, and whether
or not I improved, I continued to enjoy doing it, a lot. On a few
occasions, he let himself go to the degree that he jacked me off, but even
though I clung to the hope he would, he never fully reciprocated. I wasn't
really surprised at that, or even really disappointed, because I knew he
was totally straight, and that the feverish events that we shared were
merely a way for him to get his rocks off. Bobby continued to avidly hustle
all the girls that would give him a tumble, and I guess I always knew, deep
down, that as soon as he found one willing to administer the blow jobs that
he had grown fond of, I was toast.

   I had long ago given up trying to talk myself out of liking it the way I
did, and finally just admitted to myself that I possessed whatever gene it
was that rendered me gay. My only regret was the need to keep that side of
my life stealth, and I frequently longed to expand my horizon beyond
delivering quickie blow jobs to Bobby. I did a lot of subtle cruising of my
classmates, and friends, even total strangers that I encountered at
parties, or the mall, or at the park. In today's much more open
environment, I probably would have worn out my knees at a very tender age,
but in those times, it simply wouldn't do to gain a reputation as a
cocksucker, or "queer," so I operated very close to the vest, confining my
activities to Bobby, and my right hand. That remained the course of action,
until I had the very good fortune of meeting Tim.

   Tim was a cousin to one of the girls from school that I was really good
buds with, and I met him when he was invited to spend Thanksgiving with
Shari's family. He was just nineteen, and was a college freshman attending
the University that was located in a neighboring city some hundred miles
from our town. His family lived in New England, and because finances, and
available time, precluded his going all the way home for the holiday,
Shari's Mom, Tim's Aunt, had extended an invite to him to join them. We
were all out of school for the week, and Shari and I had made plans to
spend the afternoon at the local mall, shopping, lunch, and the likelihood
of seeing some friends. She had phoned the previous evening, informing me
of her cousin's visit, and asked if I minded his joining our outing. I had
no problem with that, and said so, thank God, as it turned out to be the
highlight of the year.

   I drove over to Shari's the next day, parked, and rang the door
bell. Shari answered, and we stepped back inside the house. I detected
movement from my peripheral vision, and turned my head toward the living
room, and my heart nearly stopped beating. Just getting up from the sofa
was what may well have been the best looking male I had ever encountered in
my brief life. I thought Bobby was killer good looking, and he was, but,
this dude would make anyone consider throwing rocks at Bobby. As he
approached Shari and me, I took note that he was taller than I was,
probably six feet, and lean built, in that solid kind of way. His hair was
cut short, a soft brown shade, and kind of swept forward on his head. He
was blessed with Hollywood good looks, maybe a younger Brad Pitt, and his
smile alone was movie star quality. His face was more cute, than handsome,
with his snow white smile, and a pair of deep dimples carved into each
cheek. He extended his hand, as Shari made the introduction, and when I
gripped it, I felt an electrical jolt deep in my balls. As I held his hand,
I gazed into his incredible eyes, almost fawning in my tracks. His eyes
were not only blue, but almost an azure shade, so captivating that it was
hard to look away from them. He spoke, and the comment was totally lost on
me, as I stood there, I'm sure, looking like I was about to drool down my
chin. Well, I was, actually.

   I recovered, suddenly realizing that I must look like a star struck
school girl, and muttered something fairly appropriate, I think. We broke
our hand contact, and settled into small talk, while Shari went in search
of her purse, and a jacket. As we stood chatting, I again became lost in
those incredible eyes, and missed much of whatever it was that he
said. Shari returned, thankfully, and we walked out to my car, and climbed
in, then, headed to the mall. The whole way over, I had one eye on my
driving, and one on the rear view mirror, as I maybe not so subtly checked
Tim out further, as he and Shari gabbed away. We arrived in one piece,
despite my divided attention, and parked, then, entered the mall. We
strolled around, checking out shop windows, and venturing inside a few. We
paused here and there, chatting with school friends, and finally felt
hungry, and decided to go get lunch at the food court. We rode the
escalator to the second floor, with me pausing to make sure Tim was in
front of me, so that I could check out his cute tush as we ascended. Damn,
this dude seems to have it all, pretty much, I decided, and I silently
prayed for an opportunity to demonstrate my newly honed skill on the
treasures that I was sure lurked between those long legs.

   The mall food court is a sort of international affair, made up of
several vendor areas where most everything from Chinese to Italian fare was
available, along with the typical teen favorites of burgers, fries, and
pizza. The three of stood there a minute, surveying the possibilities, and
Shari wandered off toward the huge salad bar. Tim turned to me, that
stunning smile crossing his face, and asked, "So, Ryan, what looks good to
you, Dude?" I came very close to answering that with "you," but refrained,
and instead told him I was considering Generals Chicken, and some fried
rice. He winked at me, and replied, "Seems like we share that particular
taste, that's exactly what I was thinking, too." I smiled back at him, and
said, "Well, I'm really not surprised, you know, creatures of culture,
breeding, and excellent taste, right?" he chuckled, nodding, and we went to
stand in the Chinese food line.

   We got our food, and joined Shari at the table where she had settled,
and dug in hungrily. I sat opposite Shari, and Tim opted to sit next to me,
which pleasantly surprised me. Shari, by the way, tends toward perpetual
gabbiness, and she blabbered away as we ate, filling Tim on local gossip
that I'm sure he could have cared less about, but was politely attentive,
none the less. About half way through the meal, I almost choked on the
fried rice I was chewing, when Tim's leg made contact with mine, and stayed
there. I swear I even felt him add pressure against my thigh, but resisted
pressing back for fear that it was just wishful thinking on my part. As he
finished eating, he pushed his plate away, and leaned back in his chair,
then, casually slid his arm around the back of my chair, giving my bicep a
small squeeze, and saying, "Damn, Ryan, that was a good choice that you
made!" I tried not to react beyond his reference to the food, but I felt my
cock respond to his now two point contact with my body, and squirmed
slightly in my seat, suddenly afraid that I was going to pop serious wood,
and that it would be obvious in my shorts. At that moment, one of Shari's
girl friends plopped into the empty chair next to her, greeting her
excitedly, and the two immediately launched into girl talk. Tim seized the
moment of distraction to give my bicep another squeeze, then, ran his
fingers lightly up and down my upper arm, as he said quietly, "I really
like those shorts you are wearing, and, the way that they fit you." I felt
my face grow instantly warm, and flush, and Ryan Jr., bless him, had heard
the comment as well, and accepted the compliment by graciously extending
into a full hardon. I heard Tim's soft chuckle, and glanced sideways at
him, then blushed even harder, as I realized those gorgeous blue eyes were
staring directly into my tented lap. Tim lifted his gaze to meet my wide
eyed stare, and chuckled again, saying, "Good food, and good company,
good...everything...I'm really glad that I made this trip."

   Shari turned to catch Tim's attention then, introducing her cousin to
her friend, and he removed his arm from the back of my chair to shake her
hand. His leg, I realized, stayed firmly in contact with mine. Holly shit,
I wondered, my mind racing with the possibilities of the meaning of the
recent events, and comments. Could it be, oh please ,God, that Tim was into
it....gay...and better still, interested in me? Lost in the myriad of
thoughts that raced through my brain, I suddenly realized that Shari and
her friend had walked away, and that Tim was saying something to me, though
I had missed it completely. I blinked a few times, dragging my attention
back to the here, and now, and muttered, "I'm sorry...what did you just
say?" Tim fixed me with the killer grin, and wiggled his soft looking
eyebrows at me slightly, and repeated his comment, "I said, the ladies have
momentarily abandoned us in quest of the restroom, and I wondered if you
could show me to the men's room?" Oh shit, I thought, he wants me to go to
the men's room with him, take a leak, for God's sake, maybe even catch a
glimpse of his....Jesus! I blinked some more, no doubt looking like an
idiot, as Tim continued to calmly smile at my flustered state. He reached
out his arm, and actually ruffled my hair with his fingers, as Little Ryan
jerked strongly inside my shorts, and said, with a wink, "It's really Ok,
Ryan, I hardly ever bite, you know."

   With that, he stood up, and waited patiently for me to get up, and show
him the way to the mall restrooms. Right, like I'm just going to get up, my
totally erect cock poking out like a freeking pocket rocket, in front of
Tim, and the whole damn mall. After a small pause, I heard another soft
chuckle from Tim, who was clearly enjoying the hell out of himself. He
reached across the table then, and retrieved Shari's jacket from where she
had left it hanging over her chair, and dropped it into my lap, saying
through his dazzling smile, "Here, carry this, will you, we don't want
Shari loosing her jacket." Relieved, and embarrassed as hell, I gratefully
grabbed the jacket, and draped it over my arm in front of me as I got up,
my boner somewhat secure behind the jacket. I hurried away, Tim in close
pursuit, as we headed toward the men's room.

   During the walk to the concourse where the restrooms were located, I
tried my best to dream up calculus problems in my head, and images of
eighty year old pussy's, and by the time we got there, about half of my
aching boner had thankfully receded. I dropped Shari's jacket onto the
bench that was just inside the men's room door, quickly stepped up to a
urinal, and pushed the elastic waist band of my shorts down, freeing my
semi-hard cock. I gripped it, suddenly really feeling an urge to pee, and
flexed a couple of times, to get things started. I held my breath, as Tim
stepped up to the urinal on my right, and I felt my cheeks redden once
more, as from the corner of my vision, I saw him fumbling with his fly,
while he used his height advantage to peer over the modesty panel that
separated us. I stared straight at the wall in front of me, glowing I'm
sure, as he checked out my equipment, nodding slowly. I heard his flow
running onto the porcelain, and my cheeks grew warmer still, when I heard
him say, very quietly, "Awesome, Dude, really awesome." About three things
happened then, simultaneously, a) my heart rate doubled, b) a loud roaring
noise filled my ears, and, c) my cock instantly shut off the pee flow, and
went rock hard, again. I actually thought that I might just melt, liquefy,
and become a puddle of the former me, right there on the tile floor. Tim
turned his attention to the business in his own hand, as the door swung
open, and two giggling preteens entered the space, shattering the moment. I
didn't know whether to feel relief, disappointment, or both. Tim, finished,
turned from the urinal, then, headed to the sinks behind us, as the two
tykes clamored to the facilities, fishing their boy pricks from their
shorts. I stuffed my own half rigid meat away, and joined Tim at the
sinks. As we washed our hands, our eyes met in the mirrored wall, and Tim
flashed his killer smile, and gave me a sly wink, before turning to the
paper towel dispenser without a word. As we exited the room, Tim held the
door for me, and, as I passed close to him, he said, softly, "I'd really
like to pick that up where we left it, sometime." As my cheeks toned up
once more, I managed to croak, "Me too!"

   We located Shari then, and resumed our forage through the mall, and I
tried my best to stay focused, as my mind raced with plans to come up with
a way to be alone with Tim. He would be here a few more days, and was
obviously an ally in my schemes, so I would find a way to make it happen,
even if it meant kidnapping him from Shari's house in the dead of night!

(To Be Continued)
Storyguy22@yahoo.com

Authors note: I'm wondering if there are any readers still following this
tale. I am getting precious little comment on it, and am considering
letting it go, but do not like to leave any reader just hanging. I'm not
begging for love here, I just see no point in carrying on a story that is
of no interest. Thanks.