Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2007 12:41:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: River's Edge

   Bobby Sanders was, surprisingly enough, my very best friend during my
last two years of high school. I say surprisingly because no two boys could
have been more different in every way than were Bobby and I. While I was
pretty much a sports nut, and a better than average participant on both the
baseball and football teams, as well as having been a varsity swimmer when
I was still in my sophomore year, Bobby was a pure academics type, devoid
of any real interest in anything athletic, save for his faithful appearance
among the spectators at any event in which I was playing. Aside from
maintaining his straight A grades, Bobby's only real passion was his love
of digital photography, and even that was a touch odd, given that his
subject matter of choice was taking landscape stills, a subject not widely
known to interest, much less excite, your typical fifteen year old boy.

   There were several other distinctions between us as well, not the least
of which were the physical ones. While I was a clear product of my parents
mingled gene pools, having inherited my Dad's well developed physique, and
height, while more favoring Mom's side with my sun-bleached blond hair, and
often commented upon sky-blue eyes, I was really no more than average
looking, while Bobby, to put a point on it, was far too pretty to even be a
boy at all.

   He was slim of build and, at just five foot seven inches and maybe a
hundred twenty five pounds, he was far shorter, and slimmer than most every
other sophomore boy in our school. He had sandy colored hair, not brown,
and not blond, and he wore it longer than anybody, and kind of layered, so
that it lay neatly surrounding his somewhat oval face, covering his ears,
and cascading over his collar in back. His eyes were perfectly set, a kind
of symmetrical phenomena, and they were as black as coal, and to look into
them always made me think of Bambi the baby deer. He had those high set
cheek bones that most any girl would kill for, and there was always a soft
blush of faint pink aglow on his cheeks, almost as if he had very lightly
rouged them. When he flashed one of his frequent smiles, he literally
melted hearts, mine included, and his perfectly straight teeth flashed
brightly in the light.  His lips were full, and lush, and I frequently
caught myself wondering what it might be like to kiss them, a thought that
I actually did not find the least bit repulsive. In fact, in a dimly lit
space, if one didn't know him as I did, it would be totally within reason
to draw the conclusion that he was, indeed, a very good looking girl.

    Aside from his stunning good looks, Bobby had a kind of girlish body as
well, given its inherent slimness, and the added enhancements of a very
slender waist, and slightly flaring hips, with a taut little mound of a
very sweet little ass. Even his legs were shapely, and smooth, visibly
devoid of the typical male hair growth, having instead a light dusting of
very fine fuzz that really only appeared when the light was just right, and
the same was mostly true for his arms. To say that I found Bobby highly
attractive in ways that gave me pause would be akin to saying that Tiger
Woods plays fairly good golf on most Sundays. I was actually a bit torn
within myself regarding my own sexual orientation at this point in time, as
I grappled with recurring indecision on the matter of my seeming
indifference regarding the fair sex. It wasn't that I didn't feel an
attraction to some curvaceous female, or wonder what it might be like to
actually experience the supposedly earth-shattering pleasures that so many
of my jock buddy's like to incessantly brag about at every opportunity,
because I did have those moments on a fairly regular basis, usually while
seizing some golden opportunity to give my rigid cock a much needed workout
in the grip of my right hand. The thing was, I was still fairly
uncomfortable in one on one situations with girls, and I simply lacked the
confidence in my ability to be able to actually please one in that carnal
way.

    But Bobby was an entirely different matter, and, much as I chided
myself for it, I had become acutely aware of his image creeping into my
masturbatory fantasies with ever increasing regularity, and it kind of
scared me a little bit. The idea was unnerving in that I had to admit that
thoughts of somehow sexually exploring Bobby excited me, a lot, and, there
was the simple fact that I had an abundance of self confidence in my likely
skills and abilities to pleasure someone with plumbing pretty much
identical to my own. I was continually extremely careful to not allow the
dreaded word "gay" to creep into my sordid fantasies regarding Bobby and
myself, but, even without the label, I had to on some level admit to myself
that the idea of being with him naked, and hard, was definitely intriguing;
more so all of the time.

   These idle thoughts wandered around in my mind as I followed Bobby as we
made our way over rock and gully, following the rivers edge without benefit
of any real trail. He had all but begged me to accompany him on this
strenuous trek, a good two miles already, and him not showing signs of
stopping anytime soon, in spite of the smothering heat of the afternoon. As
we scaled rock walls, and slithered down the opposite sides, our course
followed the river in an upstream direction from where we had begun some
two hours earlier. Bobby was, in his typical fashion, focused on searching
out the perfect subject matter for his new wide angle lens, most likely
some spiny foliage of some rare species, or an odd shaped rock outcropping,
or even the unusual water fall, and, there would be no stopping, or
retreating, until it was found. The sweat ran freely over my face, and down
my back, and my tee shirt that I had long ago discarded hung wetly from the
elastic waist of my damp shorts. Bobby was sweating equally, the flawless
skin of his back shining wetly in the murderous sunlight, and I noted the
dark dampness of his cotton shorts where they clung saucily to his cute
little butt right in front of me, a sight that was quite possibly the only
thing that kept me plodding along behind him in the first place. He really
did have a very cute butt, and this elongated opportunity to drool over it
seemed to make the exertion of the long hike worthwhile.

   Another half hour or so of huffing and sweating, and Bobby pulled
himself over the top of yet another sheer granite wall, and dropped the
eight feet or so to the bottom on the other side. As I made my descent, and
dropped onto the sandy soil beside him, he raised an arm to swipe at his
leaking brow. I took the opportunity to let my gaze travel over his smooth
chest, and flat tummy, not missing a lingering glance at his puffy little
nipples, and the barely-there growth of light and silky hairs in his creamy
underarm. Not for the first time I wondered how it might be to lick that
creamy skin, and to feel the dark nubbins of his nipples under my tongue,
and I was suddenly aware of my cock stirring inside my shorts as I looked
at him a beat too long. Dragging my eyes from his gleaming torso, I met his
gaze, and he smiled a wicked little smile that let me know that he had
caught me checking him out. I blushed a little, feeling the warmth creep
across my cheeks, and I was for the first time pleased that our vigorous
jaunt had left me already flushed, and created the possibility that Bobby
wouldn't notice I was blushing at having been caught perving his lithe
body. Of course, me being me with regard to Bobby, I immediately forfeited
any chance of a pass by my very next remark, which immediately followed
Bobby's pronouncement,

   "Man, I am really hot!"

   Ever the subtle and oh-so-suave one, I of course instantly replied,

   "Yes you are...exactly what I was just thinking."

   He looked at me for a moment, a funny little look crossing his sweet
face, and he wrinkled his forehead, as he gave a small shrug, and then
turned toward the river beside us. Pausing, he looked around, then said,

   "Oh man, Josh...check that out...that just looks too good to
resist...let's go for a swim, dude!"

   I glanced at the river, noting the wide, and very calm and deep pool
before us, and the small crescent shaped wedge of sandy beach that curled
along the far edge of the nearly emerald colored pool. He was completely
right, it did look far too tempting to ignore, and the idea of a swim
suddenly seemed almost as attractive as did the sudden revelation that
there was an excellent chance that Bobby intended for us to skinny dip,
given that we were a good three miles from even the basest form of
civilization. Oh boy, be still my beating heart! Dragging my muddled brain
from its reverie of naked Bobby and Josh images, I managed,

   "Excellent plan, Dr. Watson, since you have managed to sweat a weeks
worth of football sprints from my body over the last six or so miles of
this march-from-hell you are staging for no better reason than the very low
percentage chance that you will shoot some lame picture of some posy that
most likely flourishes in our city park back in town...indeed lamo...a swim
is the perfect plan...last one in blows the other!"

   And with that, I quickly toed off my shoes, and tugged at my socks,
then, not giving Bobby any real chance to object, or express whatever shock
he might have been feeling, I yanked down my shorts, and briefs, and
scampered naked to the waters edge, and jumped in, leaving a slightly
stunned Bobby staring slack-jawed at my naked butt. I surfaced, blowing a
mouthful of water in a high arc, and looked back at Bobby just in time to
see him step out of the shorts that were puddled at his feet, and begin
moving toward me, and the refreshing cool river. Tossing caution and
discretion to the wind, I openly stared at his nakedness, and most
certainly at the impressive penis that dangled between his shapely thighs,
and swung gently with his movements. Even soft as it was it must have been
a good four inches, and the helmet shaped head of it flared wider than the
ample shaft, and appeared to be perfectly cut. His balls were equally
impressive, a slightly dangling and well filled pouch of seemingly hairless
skin beneath his cock, and I felt my own cock thicken as I stared at his
equipment until he too plunged headlong into the cool water.

   Bobby surfaced along side me, and promptly spit a mouthful of water at
me, as I lunged at him, my arms circling his lean trunk, as my weight
caused him to fall backward, and we both went under, grappling and
squirming. Finally winded, we broke off the aquatic wrestling match, and
stood up, both of us laughing, and spitting water, as we gulped in air. As
we settled down to normal, we were facing each other, just a few inches
apart, and I was once again struck by Bobby's amazing looks, and the
adjective "pretty" crossed my mind again. My expression must have
telegraphed something to Bobby, because he went all pensive, and asked,

   "What...?"

   Without really considering my response, I blurted, meaning it,

   "I'm just thinking how pretty you are, is all..."

   His dark eyes widened slightly, and the long eye lashes fluttered, as he
preened in what I'm sure he thought was a way of being cute, but his
batting eye lashes, longer than any I had ever seen on a boy, and his
slightly femmy pose, slim hip cocked to one side, and a kind of goofy pose
with one hand bent backward at the wrist, and placed against the out-flung
hip translated to me as girly, and plainly sexy as hell. I just stared at
him, and not for the first time it occurred to me how pretty, and
provocative his pose was, and, how it was not even a little bit difficult
to imagine him being a seriously flat chested girl. That was, if I didn't
let myself look under the crystal clear water, and see his half erect penis
extending off his groin.

   Speaking of erect penis' my own had quickly expanded to a full-on hardon
as I stood there staring at Bobby, and I saw his eyes drop briefly to my
crotch. Lifting those dark eyes to meet my own, he dropped the silly pose,
and just kind of looked into my eyes for a minute, then mumbled something
that sounded mostly like "shit," and he turned away, and executed a quick
little dive into the deeper water behind him, giving me an all too brief,
but stunning look at his perfect little ass before it disappeared under the
water along with the rest of him. I stood there, questioning my wisdom, or
the lack of it, in telling him that I thought he was pretty, then, when he
surfaced half way across the wide pool, I plunged in too, and swam toward
him. When I reached the middle of the pool, Bobby had moved a little
further toward the far shore, and was standing in waist deep water,
watching me, as I stood up, and walked toward him. As I drew closer, I
studied his face carefully, looking for a sign of anger, and I didn't
really read that on him as much as I did a kind of puzzled expression, or
maybe one of some slight discomfort. Stopping directly in front of him, and
not more than a few inches away, I met his brooding gaze, and made a small
shrugging gesture, as I said, again meaning it,

   "Look Bobby...if I pissed you off, or something, then I'm sorry,
okay...?...but, damn it, I only spoke the truth man...you really are
pretty, I think...and, that is not like a bad thing, you know...you should
be grateful for the genes that gave you the special looks you
have...besides, I would think that by now, you would be used to it...hell,
you turn all kind of heads everywhere you go."

   He just kept looking at me for another minute, and then he sighed
heavily, as his lengthy eye lashes fluttered again, and he replied,

   "You didn't piss me off, Josh...and I guess I am kind of used to the
attention thing, yea, and okay, so I guess I was lucky enough to be born
good looking, and all....but shit, dude...pretty...well, it just is maybe a
little bit too much...I mean, jeez...girls are pretty...right?"

   Oh man, I knew what I wanted to tell him in answer to that, but I held
back, sensing that he was already rattled some by my having applied the
pretty thing to him, but damn it, what is, is, and so, in my usual
foot-in-mouth way, I told him,

   "Yup, no question Bobby...girls, or at least a lot of them, are pretty
as hell...but man, I gotta tell you...none that I have ever thought of that
way are...were...as pretty as you are...I mean, your face...your
eyes...skin...those amazing cheek bones...eye lashes...hell Bobby, even
your mouth...lips...are so damn lush and soft looking...truth is dude, if I
thought I could get away with it, shit, I`d freeking kiss you, and that's
just the simple truth."

   There he went with the damned eyelashes again, all fluttering up and
down, as his lush mouth formed into a small oval of surprise. Still batting
the lashes at me, his look seemed to soften slightly, and I saw his chest
swell, as he inhaled a deep breath. He held it a few seconds, still
blinking, as I just stared at those full and rosy lips, imagining the
sensation of pressing my mouth to his, and he shuddered slightly, and said,
barely above a whisper,

   "I wouldn't stop you, Josh...actually...I have kind of wondered
what...that...might be like too...with you."

   My heart rate doubled, and I could hear this kind of dull roaring sound
in my ears, as it suddenly was my turn to blink rapidly, as I instinctively
edged closer to him, and muttered,

   "Bobby...oh God, Bobby...I...you...!"

   Fuck it, I decided in a flash, and I was vaguely aware of my arm
extending toward him, then, closing around his neck, and I felt the soft,
wet hair at the back of his neck, as I tugged him toward me, my head
lowering, as I watched those amazingly lush lips of his part slowly, as his
eyes closed. My heart hammering inside my chest, I slowly eased my mouth
onto his, and then kissed him, as if it were the most natural thing in the
whole damned world for me to do with my best friend ever, both of us naked,
and standing in the stream. Clearly awkward at first for us both, in
seconds we had it all dialed in, as our mouths worked against each others,
and our tongues began dueling, as we alternated probing the depths of each
others warm mouths.

   Again awkwardly, our bodies shifted, bumping against each other as we
worked out our positions, and he squared himself, then stepped into me, as
I wrapped my arms around his slender body, holding him, as our heated kiss
grew hotter still, and our naked bodies pressed tightly together. I could
feel Bobby's very hard penis jammed against my upper thigh, as my own rigid
erection pushed into the soft and creamy skin of his tummy, and I ground my
hips slowly, shuddering at the amazing sensations that washed over me. His
mouth tasted like fresh, ripe peaches, and I was dizzy with the mounting
passion that filled me, and it occurred to me that I had never experienced
such incredible feelings from simply kissing someone before. Bobby was
obviously feeling it too, as he was moaning softly, and his turgid penis
worked firmly against my thigh, as my hands roamed over his back, and
slipped lower, until I was cupping the incredible little mounds of his cute
little butt in my palms. I kneaded the succulent pillows of firm flesh,
letting my finger stray inside the snug little crease that divided them,
and Bobby groaned again, his slim body trembling against me.

   As if I actually knew what I was doing, I probed deeper into his warm
furrow, and located the firm little ridges of muscle that encircled his
tiny opening, and I probed my fingertip against it, as Bobby groaned some
more, and sent his tongue in search of my long ago removed tonsils. I did
some groaning of my own, my choked voice muffled by his tongue filling my
mouth, and I went weak in the knees, when Bobby suddenly slid his hand
between us, and gripped my aching cock. He pumped at it, as he eased his
tongue from my mouth, then, pulled his head back slightly, as those dark
eyes looked up into mine, and he tugged my erection again, as I circled his
tight little pucker with my finger.

   "Oh God Josh!" he muttered, all breathless, and panting, "You're so big
and hard...and...oh man...oh fuck...Josh...I want this...I want you...a
long time now I have...Josh...please dude...?...can we....?"

   My head spinning, and my heart like a trip-hammer in my chest, I
couldn't even answer him, only with a sharp little nod, as I continued to
prod his little rosebud, while my other hand dropped down to grip his rock
hard erection, as I tugged on it, and began moving us toward the shore of
the river. Bobby turned, and, keeping his firm grip on my cock, walked with
me, as we exited the water, and move up onto the soft grassy shore, and
dropped to our knees, as we once more clung to each other, and our open
mouths locked together. Our hands were everywhere, touching, and exploring,
like two life-long lovers being rejoined after a long separation, and,
without being fully conscious of how I got there, I was suddenly lying
between Bobby's widely splayed legs, as I gripped the base of his throbbing
cock, and slid it's length into my mouth, as if I had been doing it
forever.

   "AHhhhh, Jesus!" chirped Bobby, his balled fists hammering at the soft
grass beneath us.

   I was stunned, the thickness of his glassy smooth cock filling my mouth
as I sucked it, my saliva drooling from the corners of my stretched mouth,
and I moved my hand along his silky smooth inner thigh until I encountered
the plump pouch of his balls, and I cupped them, tugging gently, as the
firm orbs rolled under my fingers. I bobbed my head over his cock, savoring
the rigid thickness of it against my tongue, and the amazing smoothness of
the skin that seemed to glide along over the bone hard tissue it covered,
and I was keenly aware of each little vein, and nuance of Bobby's very
tasty cock, as I savored the soft moans of pleasure that he was steadily
emitting above me, as his fingers threaded through my hair.

   "OHHhhh God...Josh....Jesus, that's so
amazing....shit...shit...shit...dude....oh...I'm....gonna....!"  he
chanted, gasping between the words.

   I felt his shaft swell, and spasm, as his full nuts rolled upward in the
pouch, and I suddenly knew what was coming. His back arched, and his slim
hips drove upward, as his cock bucked once more in my mouth, and then
erupted, his molten cream jetting into my mouth, and over my tongue, as my
taste buds exploded in the form of a sudden ach along my jaw line. He
grunted again, and ejected several more ropes of thick cream, and I gulped,
relishing the strange, and exciting sensation of the warm and slippery
fluid sliding down my throat, as his forceful eruptions diminished into
smaller, and weaker, dribbles of his tasty essence into my mouth as I
continued to suck his wilting penis. His fingers pushed at my head then, as
he gasped,

   "Ohhhh shit...Josh....stop dude...fuck...I can't take any more right
now...Jesus man....oh my God...oh fuck...!"

   I reluctantly released his shrinking boyhood from my tattered lips, and
leaned in to lap at his tender sac a few times, savoring the smoothness of
the silky pouch, and the complete absence of hair, as my tongue tip
explored the tiny crinkles of skin there, then, I gently captured each ball
in turn, and sucked it gently, as Bobby continued to pant, and groan above
me. Finally, I surrendered his treasures, and rolled over to lie on my back
beside him, as I ran my tongue around my mouth, savoring the lingering
after taste of his sweet cream. We were quiet then, and after a few
minutes, Bobby propped himself up on an elbow, and looked over at me, as he
smiled that ten megawatt smile of his, and said,

   "Holy shit, Batman....what the fuck was that?"

   I chuckled, reaching out to cuff his neck, as I pulled him in close,
and, just before I once more kissed that lush mouth, I answered,

   "Well Robin-boy....actually...I think that was...me...sucking you
off...yup...for sure it was...and you know what...?...I like that...I like
that a lot!"

   His warm, soft mouth covered my own, and his tongue slid into mine, as
he replied, just deep sounds coming from his chest, and filling my mouth
along with his probing tongue,

   "Ummm Hummm!"

   As we continued to swab each others mouth with our tongues, I pulled
Bobby on top of me, and the firm mounds of his pretty ass once more filled
my hands as I kneaded them, and probed his tender opening. I couldn't get
over the amazing taste of him, and the sensation of his lush lips on mine,
and his tongue filling my mouth, as we shared the lingering flavor of his
cum between us. God, I thought, if someone had tried an hour ago to tell me
that I would be kissing, and sucking on Bobby's cock, I would have laughed
at them, and look at me now! As I tried to process all that was happening,
Bobby broke our kiss, and moved away slightly, and I shuddered, feeling his
wet tongue trailing along my neck, and then my chest, as his hand moved
down to grip my rigid erection. I actually groaned as I felt his wet tongue
slide over one of my nipples, and then the other one, and I almost crawled
out of my skin when he clamped those full, lush lips over one tender nub,
and sucked it, as his soft hand deftly stroked my leaking cock.

   "Bobby...Jesus, man...that feels totally amazing...!" I croaked.

   He moved again, and I felt his tongue drag wetly across my chest to
capture my other nipple in those soft lips and suck it firmly, as his hand
moved from my throbbing cock, to my balls, and he cupped the plump pouch
gently, fingering my balls, and driving me crazy with lust. The wet tongue
was moving again, going lower, as he licked along my rib cage, and then my
stomach, and I jerked when his tongue dipped inside my navel, and wiggled
all around, the tender jostling of my balls relentless. Lower still he
licked me, and I idly wondered why steam wasn't rising off my searing hot
skin as he lapped it, and he followed my faint treasure trail, moving ever
lower onto my groin. I jumped again, releasing a low growl, as his tongue
traveled the length of my shaft, down one side, then up the other, and he
closed those soft lips around the head of my cock, sucking it, as his
tongue danced over the sensitive head.

   "OH God, Bobby!" I all but shouted, as my hips bucked, and I silently
willed him to take it all into that buttery soft mouth.

   As if he had heard my unspoken plea, he slowly and steadily took more of
my rampant cock into his warm mouth, his fingertips sliding over my inner
thighs, and probing my aching balls, and I heard him gag a little when he
took me too deep. He backed off some then, and settled into a steady, and
maddening rhythm, sucking me like a seasoned veteran, and the sensations
were driving me all too quickly to the edge. Up and down his head bobbed
over me, his soft hair tickling my stomach on his down strokes, and I could
feel the maddening intensity building deep in my balls. Gasping and
panting, I reached out and grabbed at his moving head, guiding his
movements as the pressure continued to build, and I knew I couldn't hold
back any longer. My back arched, and my hips drove upward, as my balls
seemed to explode, and in a blinding flash of bright light behind my
tightly closed eyes, I erupted, and jetted streamer after streamer of cum
into Bobby's amazing mouth, as the orgasm of a lifetime washed over me,
leaving me breathless, and weak. Bobby gamely stayed with it, gulping my
flood of cum as quickly as he could, and I could hear his deep moans, and
low growls as my balls drained, and I collapsed spent back into the soft
grass of the river bank. Bobby continued to suck me as I wilted inside his
mouth, then, released my cock from those lush lips, and crawled up to lie
beside me. I opened my eyes, and gazed at him, smiling at the dribbles of
my thick cum that leaked from the corners of his mouth. He smiled back, his
pretty face flushed, and sweating, and I reached out to pull him close,
holding him, as he pressed his face against my still heaving chest. I
stroked his smooth back, and sucked in a huge gulp of air, then expelled
it, as I said, still somewhat breathless,

   "Oh my God, Bobby...wow...that was...SO amazing!"

   He chuckled softly, his breath warm on my skin, and he said, very
quietly,

   "Amazing...definitely...totally....fucking....amazing...!"

   We lay there quietly then, half dozing in the warm sunshine, each of us
alone with our thoughts and reactions to what had just happened between
us. Eventually, Bobby stirred, and got to his feet, as I lay there and let
my eyes roam over his petite little body. He looked so beautiful, all
serene, and very relaxed, as he wandered off toward some bushes, presumably
to pee, and I watched his cute little butt wiggle saucily as he walked
away. I closed my eyes again, and savored the vivid recollection of how his
cock had felt filling my mouth, and the stunning moment of his intense
release of his sweet nectar into my mouth, and then the totally
mind-blowing sensation of his soft, warm mouth on my cock, and my own
copious ejaculation, and I shuddered strongly, knowing that I very much
wanted to experience it all again, all that, and even more.

   Bobby came back then, and I opened my eyes, once more taking in the
beauty of him, from his sweet boyish face, to his lean and tanned body, and
his now soft, and rather delicate little penis, and the slightly dangling
pouch of his balls. Jesus, I thought, he really is a beauty, and I was
filled with the desire to touch, and taste him everywhere, to explore every
single inch of him with my eyes, and my fingers, and my mouth. He dropped
to his knees beside me, and smiled warmly, then, he leaned toward me, and I
lifted my head to meet him, our mouths once more joining, and his tongue
filling my mouth as we kissed, long and deep, as though it were not
possible to get enough of each other. Finally pulling away, Bobby looked at
me with those dark pools that were his eyes, and his head shook side to
side slowly, and I just smiled at him, nodding my agreement. He took my
hand, and then got up, pulling me along with him, and we walked back to the
river, and dove into the cooling water. We swam, and played a little
grab-ass, then made it back across the wide pool to where we had discarded
our shorts, and got out of the water to once more allow the sun to dry, and
warm our naked bodies as we sat on a large rock. While there wasn't a lot
of actual conversation, the smoldering looks that passed between us spoke
volumes of how our lives had changed that afternoon, and how they would
doubtless continue to change going forward from there, that special place
along the banks of the river.

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