Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2006 10:58:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Peeking From the Closet (8)

Authors Note:

Wow! Now I know what my favorite Grandma meant, when she used to tell me,
"Be careful what you wish for, Robby." My email runneth over with all of
your VERY kind comments, and I sincerely thank you, one and all. I would
prefer to make individual responses, but the volume I refer to would
necessitate my hiring a secretary to accomplish, so please accept my
heart-felt thanks in this "group" format. I am truly flattered, and
energized by your response.


			  Peeking From the Closet
				    (8)

   When we returned to Shari's house from our mall adventure, her Mother
graciously extended an invite for me to stay for dinner, and I quickly
accepted, silently rejoicing in the opportunity to extend my exposure to
Tim. I called home, and informed my parents of my whereabouts, and, at the
same time, learned that they had received an unexpected call from old
friends that were passing through town, and that they were meeting them for
dinner at their hotel. My dad advised that they would no doubt be rather
late in getting home, since my Mother, and this other lady, were famous for
their marathon gab-fests. I digested this tidbit, my mind already scheming
on ways to extricate Tim from his family as soon after dinner as
possible. If my own house was going to be empty until the wee hours, it
seemed an excellent time for me to give Tim the grand tour of my room, and
to possibly share some of my new interests, and skill, at the same time.

   I'm sure the pace of dinner at Shari's was perfectly normal, but it
seemed to drag on forever. That, I'm sure, was in large part due to the
pre-dinner conversation that Tim and I had, wherein we discovered a mutual
passion for PS2 video games. I had mentioned two, or three of my most
recent purchases, the very latest issues of hugely popular titles, and that
revelation had received an excited response from Tim, who had yet to have
an opportunity to experience any of them. My parents never having raised a
slow-on-the-uptake dummy, I naturally offered to take him to my house
following dinner, so that we might do battle on the thirty-two inch
television that was the focal point of my bedroom, and to which the PS2 was
connected. What I didn't verbalize, naturally, was that my ulterior motive
had to do with the queen size bed which was the other focal point of my
bedroom. I really didn't verbalize that last part, but somehow, I was
almost sure that Tim had heard it, anyway.

  We were seated side by side at dinner, with Shari sitting on the opposite
side of Tim, and not long after we sat down, he moved his leg so that it
came into contact with mine, and kept it right there during the course of
the meal. I was thankful for the heavy linen napkin opened on my lap, and
for the longish table cloth, both serving well to conceal the ardent
protrusion in my lap. As the dessert course was being offered, both of us
politely declined further consumption, and were subsequently excused from
the table. By then, thankfully, I had my boner mostly under some degree of
control, and I was able to escape the dining room with my dignity mostly in
tact. We said our thanks for the delicious meal, and bade Shari a good
evening, as she headed upstairs to shower, and perform whatever other tasks
are typical of the fair sex as evening descends, and we got out of there,
headed for my car.

   In the car, headed to my house, Tim settled comfortably in the passenger
seat, as he checked out my various CD's, and the cars stereo
equipment. "Sweet ride, Dude!" he proclaimed, and I blushed slightly, ever
the proud owner of my "baby." He inserted a disc in the player, and the
cars interior filled with some gentle tune, the name of which escaped me. I
do not actually do well with fragmented attention, and frankly, my
attention was on Tim, well most of it, anyway, I mean, I was driving,
too. He shifted around in the seat some, and finally settled back once
more, his near arm extending, as his hand settled onto my thigh. My balls
lurched strongly at the contact, and I might have gasped slightly, as Tim
chuckled softly, and apologized for startling me, though the hand stayed
put, right there, about an inch from my rapidly growing cock. I muttered
some inane thing in response, god knows what, as my mind reeled with the
sensation emanating from my thigh. Tim chuckled again, as I felt my cock
inflate completely, swelling the front of my shorts in a very obvious
way. He moved his hand very slowly over my thigh, and my peripheral vision
picked up his direct gaze into my tented crotch, as my balls did that zing
thing again. He let his fingers all but make contact with my aching tool,
and said, "I did say how much I liked these shorts on you, didn't I, Ryan?"
I nodded rapidly, and managed to croak, "Uh, yea Tim, and, um, I'm glad
that you do." His hand tightened a little on my thigh, and I worried that
my cock was going to tear the stretched material, it was do freeking hard,
as he chuckled, and said very softly, "Really cool about the games,
Dude....I am really going to enjoy....um....playing....with you." My foot
pressed harder on the accelerator, as I suddenly became very much
interested in getting home, ASAP.

   I stopped the car, killing the engine and lights, as I parked at the
curb in front of my house. Tim kept his hand scalding the skin of my thigh,
and I turned my head to look at him. God, I thought, what a hot looking
dude he is, and just so freeking cool, as he calmly sits there, not quite
stroking my aching dick, his pretty eyes definitely NOT meeting mine, as
his gaze stayed totally fixed on my protruding crotch. "Tim..." I croaked,
my damn voice cracking like some adolescent, "I...uh...well....jeez!" He
made that soft chuckling noise again, and I saw is head move up and down
slowly, as he replied, "Uh huh, Ryan....I know, Dude.....and.....well....me
too!" Right then, as my heart leapt into my throat, he lifted his eyes, and
met mine. He held my gaze for a heartbeat, or an hour, I can't be sure
which, then, slowly leaned toward me. I watched his cute face, incredulous,
as his soft lips parted, and closed on my own, and he freeking kissed
me...right on the mouth...his tongue teasing at my mouth...as I suddenly
realized that, jeez, I was kissing him back, my head spinning, and my cock
threatening to explode inside my shorts. Unconscious of my own movements, I
suddenly realized that my arms were around him, and that I was holding onto
him as though I wanted to squeeze the life from him, as he added intensity
to our kiss, and his tongue fully invaded my mouth. I allowed my own tongue
to duel with his, as my heart hammered my chest, and I became totally lost
in my first serious kiss. Amazing, I thought, totally amazing, and, damn, I
like this....I like this...a...lot!

   Finally, he broke off the stunning kiss, and pulled away just a little,
and those brooding eyes once again met mine in the dimly lit car. He
smiled, that cover-boy grin, melting my heart once more, and muttered,
"Wow!" I giggled, feeling all sorts of hot flashes course through my body,
and nodded stupidly, saying, "Uh huh.....totally....wow!" He moved in
again, and I felt his lush lips nuzzle the skin of my neck, as his hand
moved fully into my extended lap, and his fingers closed around my
throbbing shaft. I moaned against his ear, my head exploding with the
sensation of his hand on me, and mumbled, "Oh man, Tim....oh....man...!"
Not exactly Pulitzer prose, I know, but hey, I was definitely NOT thinking
with the big head here, and "oh man" was about the best the very stressed
out small head could muster at the moment. Tim licked my neck, and moved
his mouth against my ear, his breath warm, and damp, as he whispered into
my ear, "How about showing me those games, now, Ryan....and that bedroom of
yours." I groaned, my head nodding a definite "yes," but my voice suddenly
lost, and unable to function. He heard my feverish answer, even though I
had not voiced it, and he broke our heated contact, saying, "Come on then,
Ryan, lets go inside....and....play..." I nodded once more, and turned to
push the door of the car open, before following my rock hard erection
outside, and hurried around the car to meet Tim, just as he stepped onto
the sidewalk. He paused, and stepped really close in front of me, his hand
slipping between us, and he squeezed my hard cock once more, as he
whispered to me, "Yummy....I am going to love this brand new game!" I all
but melted into him, and shuddered strongly, then grabbed his hand,
practically dragging him toward the front door, and inside.

   Inside, I managed the presence of mind to dead bolt the door, then,
never broke stride, as I guided Tim to my bedroom, and I even remembered to
lock that door, as well. I switched on the small lamp on the desk behind my
computer, and the soft light gave off a gentle glow within the room. I
stood in front of Tim, a quivering mess, so longing for him to touch me,
and kiss me, again, and then, again. As if reading my thoughts, he moved
into me, and bent his head, once more closing that silky soft mouth over my
own, his tongue again slipping inside my mouth. I leaned into him, my arms
going up, and around his neck, as I held him, my heart pounding, and my
mind spinning, as I surrendered to the overwhelming passion that coursed
through me. He held the kiss, moving me backward, until the backs of my
knees hit my bed, and I fell back onto it. Tim paused, and looked down at
me, shaking his head gently side to side. He dropped to one knee on the
carpet, and placed both hands onto my thighs, moving upward, his light
touch setting my skin on fire. His fingers grazed over my swollen crotch,
causing me to gasp with pleasure at just that light contact, then, moved
past, and slid under the hem of my shirt. He moved his hands upward, as I
leaned back, my elbows on the bed behind me, as my eyes watched the gopher
trails of his hands under the loose material of my shirt. His fingers found
my erected nipples, and lightly grazed across them, as I expended an
audible moan of pleasure. He pinched each small nub gently, sending
electrical current directly to my balls, and I groaned again at the new
sensation, my back arching forward, as I sought to maintain the fiery
contact. He chuckled softly again, and mumbled, "Ryan, Ryan....yes,
Baby...I knew you were this way...so sensitive....intense...!"

   He slid his hands free of my shirt then, and deftly opened it, moving to
my shoulders to slide the garment down my arms, and off. He paused, his
eyes roaming over my now bare chest, and tummy, as I lay there, literally
panting. His head moved slowly, side to side, and he mumbled,
"Beautiful....just beautiful!" I felt more heat flood over my face, and
knew that I was blushing like some school girl, as he gazed hungrily at me
another minute, or so, before his eyes drifted downward, and came to rest
on the front of my stretched shorts. I saw his tongue slip across his lips,
as he dropped down on the other knee, and once more ran his fingers, so
lightly, up my inner thighs. I shuddered, and moaned again, an electrical
shock jolting my balls as he touched my skin, and I watched, as his fingers
moved to the elastic of my short, and tugged them down. The shorts slipped
down my legs, and off my feet, as Tim tossed the small garment aside, and
returned his hungry gaze to my very swollen crotch. My small white briefs
almost glowed in the softly lit room, as my cock pulsed visibly within the
snug material, and Tim licked his lips again. My eyes were frozen onto his
hands, as he ran his fingers once more over my inner thighs, before poking
softly at my balls. I groaned again, and felt a drizzle of saliva slide
from the corner of my mouth, signaling that I was so far gone as to forget
swallowing. His hand opened, and briefly closed around my turgid shaft,
squeezing, and stroking up and down, as I just stayed there, propped onto
my elbows, my body aflame with multiple sensations.

   Tim released his grip on my cock then, and moved to hook the elastic of
my briefs, tugging first outward, then, down, as he slipped them off my
legs, leaving me completely naked under his gaze. He ran his eyes over me,
toes to head, and back, coming to rest on my throbbing cock where it lay
against my groin. "Oh Jesus, Ryan.....sweet Jesus....what a beauty you
are....fucking awesome!" I would certainly have blushed furiously, had I
any blood left that wasn't already very much occupied, and hearing him say
the words made my heart skip a few beats. I continued to stay put, as his
hands once more slid up my thighs, once more setting my skin on fire. His
fingers reached my apex, and he used the heel of his hand to separate my
legs further, then, cupped my plump scrotum in the palm of his hand, as his
other hand returned to my seriously leaking
cock. "Aggg.....Tim....jeez....!" I croaked, the first word I had managed
since we left the car, and he nodded, leaning toward me. His eyes flickered
upward for a split second, and looked at me, before he gripped the base of
my drooling cock in his fingers, and slid out his tongue, lapping it over
the head of my wet cock. "Umggg....jeez...!" I shrieked, my cock suddenly
lurching strongly from the molten contact of his tongue, and he lapped it
again, deftly seizing the tiny pearl of precum that rested there at the
tiny slit.

   He lapped my cock head several times, his fingers working the skin up
and down at the base, then, opened his mouth, and captured the head in his
lips, sucking gently. I groaned, and almost lost it, as he slowly, so damn
slowly, slid the length of my aching cock inside his warm, wet, mouth! I
rolled my head back onto my neck, lolling like some rag doll, as my nerve
centers went ballistic, singing, if not screaming, with the most intense
feeling I had ever known. Tim reached the very root of my cock, and
lingered there, his soft lips firmly closed around my stalk, and his nose
in my pubic hair. I groaned again, sure that my balls would explode at any
second, and grabbed at his soft hair with my fingers. He began moving then,
sliding his so wet mouth up and down my length, expertly taking me places I
had only dreamt of, as his hand tugged, and rolled my balls. I was wild
with pure lust, every inch of my body wildly alive, and alert, as Tim
worked me, gladly giving me all that Bobby would not, and more. I suddenly
understood, no, knew why Bobby, so straight Bobby, was so willing to accept
this unbelievable pleasure from me, another boy, or not. This, was to die
for, and, I was actually afraid that I just might, so intense were the
sensations screaming through me at that moment.

   I felt it then, oh boy, did I ever feel it then! My balls suddenly
rolled upward, as though trying to disappear inside me, and my cock grew so
hard, I was afraid it would snap off in Tim's incredible mouth. I dropped
my arms to my sides, and my fists hammered the mattress beneath me, as I
felt liquid lava sear through the length of my ravaged cock, and erupt,
spewing my molten load into Tim's magic mouth in strong, and rapid jets. He
never flinched, as he calmly accepted all that I had to offer, swallowing
down my nectar as quickly as it presented. Completely spent, and suddenly
exhausted, I sagged onto the mattress, as Tim slipped my wilting cock from
his mouth, and gently suckled it, as it softened in his fingers. I lifted
my spinning head from the bed, and gazed down over my heaving chest, as he
looked up, meeting my gaze with those smoldering eyes, as he dramatically
pursed his full, lush lips, and planted a wet sounding kiss on the shiny
head of my dick, then, winked at me, saying, "Awesome, Ryan.....you taste
better than ice cream!" I giggled, and stretched out my arms toward him,
signaling him to crawl up the bed with me. He did, and I grabbed him,
hugging him fiercely, still struggling to regain my normal breathing. "Holy
shit, Tim.....jeez....that was....so....freeking....intense!" I gasped
between rapid gulps of air, and he hugged me, saying against my ear, "Uh
huh...definitely!"

  We cuddled there for a while, as I calmed, my head spinning with the
wonder of it all. Finally, I shoved at him, and he rolled onto his back,
and I scooted onto my knees beside him. He gave me his heart stopping
smile, as I struggled to get his shirt off of him, and I said, "Help me out
here, Dude...not fair at all...you have way too many clothes on...and...I
want some ice cream, too!" He chuckled, and pulled the shirt over his head,
as I attacked the fly of his pants, eager to make him naked like me, and
hungry to drain him as he had me. I got the pants off of him, and paused,
letting my eyes drink in the awesome body before me, his smooth, and
defined chest, and the small, very erect nipples, then, downward, to the
flat tummy, and the narrow treasure trail of soft down that descended from
his small navel into the black briefs that he wore. My eyes widened, and I
felt my mouth flood with my saliva, as my eyes rested on the very packed
briefs, the pulsing outline of his very hard cock clearly defined inside
the tight briefs. The lump of his balls below looked like he had a softball
stuffed in there, and I swallowed, seeing a silver dollar size wet spot on
the briefs, where the head of his cock rested. I grinned, and reached out,
my hands gripping the elastic band of the briefs. I tugged out, and
downward, as Tim helpfully lifted his slim hips, and I skinned the small
garment off him in one quick pull, dropping it to the floor. I gasped out
loud, my eyes locking onto the thick cock that throbbed against his groin,
the smooth mushroom head shining wetly in the soft room light. He was
beautiful, both longer, and thicker, than Bobby, and I decided he must be
seven inches easy. The circumcised head was perfectly sculpted, so smooth,
and rounded, and I watched another small tear drop of his fluid ooz from
the small slit in the center. I swallowed again, and dropped a hand onto
his firm thigh, my fingers grazing the smooth skin, as I moved upward, and
gently cupped his full, and heavy ball sac in my palm. I tugged on it
gently, and Tim moaned, as I moved to stretch out on my stomach between his
open legs.

   I slid forward, my face at the apex of his legs, and I inhaled the heady
aroma of him, my mouth practically drooling, as I extended my tongue, and
lapped at his smooth scrotum. He groaned again, and I captured one ball
between my lips, and sucked it gently. I released it, and inhaled the other
one, moving the heavy orb around with my tongue. Tim lifted his hips
slightly, and I tongued his sac some more, before moving up to capture the
thick shaft of his cock in my fingers, stroking the glassy smooth skin back
and forth. I lifted the stalk off his groin, and ran my tongue over the
plump head, digging into the tiny slit with my tongue tip, as I delighted
in the sounds of his soft mewing, and moaning above me. I made his cock
head wet, a mix of my saliva, and his flowing precum, then, held the thick
shaft in my fingers, as I rubbed the slippery head against my cheek. He
groaned louder, and I slid that silky smooth head back and forth across my
lips a few times, then, opened my mouth, and engulfed that beautiful meat,
moving steadily down on it, until my nose was buried in his soft pubes, and
I felt that spongy head in the back of my throat. He humped his hips
upward, mumbling my name, and I slowly withdrew, holding only the head
between my tightly closed lips.

   I moved my hand back to his heavy balls, and hefted them in my palm, as
I again slid that throbbing meat into my mouth, taking him deep once
again. I felt his fingers tangle in my hair, as I found a rhythm, moving my
drooling mouth up and down his turgid cock, reveling in the smoothness, and
the fresh, clean flavors. I tugged, and rolled his balls in my fingers, as
I strove for my A-game, sucking him with a hunger that was almost scary in
its utter intensity. He was spewing a steady cadence of soft moans, mixed
with saying my name, as I worked that magnificent cock, drooling as his
heavy shaft filled my mouth entirely. His hips bucked, matching my rhythm,
as I stepped up the pace, hungry to feel the force of his passion explode
into my mouth, and eager to taste his inner essence. As if reading my
thoughts, he thrust sharply upward, and I felt his shaft thicken still
more, as his balls rolled upward, away from my gripping fingers, and he let
out a deep growl, as his cock suddenly erupted, and my mouth was instantly
flooded with his warm, thick fluid. He spasmed repeatedly, each flexing of
his shaft again filling my mouth, at an amazing pace, and volume, as I
strived to keep up, rapidly gulping his tart emission, and losing thick
streams of it from the corners of my gapping mouth. He stopped then, nearly
as suddenly as he had begun, and his body went limp under me, his thrusts
stopping. I continued to gently suck his shrinking tool, my fingers closed
around the base of it, milking the remaining drops of his semen onto my
tongue. I let him go then, sensing his high level of sensitivity, and I
slid forward, my head lowering, as Tim's lifted from the mattress, our
mouths meeting in yet another feverish kiss. He stabbed his tongue eagerly
into my cum streaked mouth, swabbing it all around, as we shared the acrid
aftertaste of his recent orgasm, mixed with the lingering flavors of my own
earlier one.

   We rested then, cuddled cozily on my bed, our blood pressures, and
breathing regaining some degree of normalcy. He stroked my back, and I
nuzzled my face against the warm, smooth skin of his chest, as a feeling of
great satisfaction washed over me. Finally, I lifted my head, and gazed
into his dark, brooding eyes, and smiled, saying, "Lets go all the way back
to "wow," and start over, OK?" He chuckled, lightly tussling my hair, and
replied, "Definitely....all of that.....and.....so much more!" My heart
turned a little flip in my chest, as I wondered just what "more," there
could possibly be, much less, "so MUCH" more....!

(To Be Continued)
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