Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2006 13:42:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ryan's Impulse (13)

   Finally alone in his semi- private wing of the house, after managing to
extricate himself from his "we never get to see you these days" parents,
Ryan quickly shed his meager clothing, and stretched out naked on his
bed. His cock was throbbing, having been rigid nearly every minute since
the tawny little Eric had revealed his pretty boyhood in the school rest
room earlier in the day. He ran his hand over his smooth chest, fingers
lightly traveling between his firm tipped nipples, and shuddered, his mind
conjuring up vivid images of the lithe, young teen, as he had later
appeared wearing only the snug, white jock strap. He shuddered again, his
fingers now grazing over his firm stomach, causing a serious tingling deep
inside his aching balls, as he closed his eyes, and moaned softly, as the
clear picture of the smooth, nicely defined torso, and the bulging pouch of
the jock swam behind his eyelids, and his hand slid down to grasp his rock
hard cock, as his mind flashed images of Eric ascending the stairs, his
pretty little ass saucily framed by the jocks white straps. Damn, he
thought, his hand moving slowly up and down the stalk of his rigid
erection, that little fucker is hot, and I would so love to be touching him
like this....and, like this....he thought, his hand dropping to cup his
heavy scrotum, as his fingers probed the heavy orbs within....and tasting
him, too....oh man....I bet that sweet little meat would be just perfect
for sucking...not huge...or thick....just....hmmm...freeeking sweet, and,
well...just...perfect...!

   He trembled again, using both hands now, to stroke the length of his
erection, while the other hand toyed with his heavy balls, the tension
building to such a sweet level, that he released a soft groan, as he rubbed
his thumb across the leaking head of his cock. Ryan increased the pace a
little, his hand making steady, rythmatic strokes up and down his throbbing
cock, while the other continued to fondle his balls, and his mental images
turned to a montage of changing images, some Eric, some Rick, and some
Jason, then, intermingled, as his evolving fantasy merged the three, and
himself, in a series of rapidly changing sexual encounters, until they all
condensed into a feverish, groping pile of the naked teen boys, all mingled
together on this very bed, exploring each other totally with hands, and
mouths, and ending in a blurred compilation of smooth bodies, tight little
asses, and erupting young cocks.

   Ryan's eyes flew suddenly wide open, as he realized that he was actually
groaning, loudly and repeatedly, as his intense orgasm washed over him, and
his cock exploded in his grip, spewing several ropes of his creamy semen
over his abdomen, and chest, nearly reaching his still stiff nipples. His
hips bucked, driving his spitting cock upward into his rapidly pumping
fist, as his balls drained, and his spent penis began to soften in his
grip, and he collapsed limply onto the bed, his heart beat roaring in his
ears, and his smooth chest heaving, as he gulped in air. Settling slightly,
he glanced down over his torso, and grinned, seeing the heavy streamers of
thick cum coating his flushed skin, and he gave his wilting penis one last
stroke, and squeeze, grinning wider, as he watched the final dribbles of
his nectar ooze from the small slit. Holy shit, he thought, idly running
his fingers through the warm, slippery discharge, that, was freeking
awesome...intense....and, shit...SO much cum....incredible!


   He exhaled deeply, fatigue suddenly washing over him, and he rolled
over, as he reached down to tug the sheet over his lower body, and settled
his face on the pillow, his eyes growing extremely heavy with the release
of tension, and the all-over warmth of the intense orgasm, and he dropped
off into a sound, and peaceful sleep, his final thought being how very cool
it was to have a separate area of the house to himself, thereby avoiding
any awkward explanations to his parents regarding the loud, and guttural
groans he had emitted at the moment of release.

   Ryan awoke slowly, his sleep filled mind barely registering what seemed
to be music of some sort, and he reached out an arm, attempting to silence
what he decided was his bedside clock radio. He slapped at the offending
device repeatedly, then, realized his efforts were having a zero effect on
the intruding sounds. He blinked several times, then suddenly realized the
noise was actually the musical ring tone of his cell phone. He rolled over,
his mind focusing, and confirming his suspicion, then, rolled upward, his
bare feet going to the floor. He yawned, then, stood, and went over to
retrieve the incessant instrument from the pocket of his shorts, and
thumbed the call button.  He yawned again, then brought the phone to his
face, and muttered,

   "Hello, already....jeez....what?"

   A pause, then, a soft chuckle flowed into his ear, followed by Jason's
gentle voice, saying,

   "Oh jeez....dude....tell me I didn't wake you up....please..?"

   Ryan yawned again, then smiled at hearing Jason's mild panic, and
replied,

   "Ok then....you didn't wake me up....happy now?"

   Another small pause, then, "Yea, right....I am, like, SO sure....NOT!"
chuckled Jason, "I did, Dude....and shit...I'm sorry....but damn,
dude....it IS...like....after ten o'clock!"

   Ryan let that digest a minute, then said, "Really....wow...I must have,
like, really been wanked...seems like I just went to sleep, actually!"

   Jason chuckled again, and answered, "Wanked...?....not likely dude...I
mean....how....when I'm here....and you...are way over there....?" And he
followed with a giggle at his own quick wit.

   Ryan chuckled, realizing that "wanked" might not have been the ultimate
word choice to use, and replied,

   "Uh...yea, right...poor phrasing, dude...should have said....I really
NEED to be wanked...judging by this morning woody I got going on here....!"

   Another soft giggle flowed over the connection, and Jason replied,
"Hmmm...really...sweet...well dude....I...um....COULD just zip right on
over there, and....um...see if I could be of any....assistance...?"

   Ryan smiled, his gaze traveling over his crusty torso, the now dried,
and crusted remnants of his last nights copious emission caked on his
smooth skin, and the rigid evidence of his newly restored state of
horniness weaving proudly off his groin, and answered,

    "That, my very good bud, sounds like an excellent plan....providing you
allot time for a quick shower, and a pass of my tooth brush through my
bird-cage mouth."

   Jason laughed, and asked, "Uh...well, sure...cool....but hey...doing all
that won't...um....chase off the wood, I hope...?"

   Ryan again looked down on the solid erection that jutted from his dark
pubic hair, and chuckled, saying,

   " From the look of it, I seriously doubt it, but, on the odd chance it
does, well, I'm sure we can figure some way to...uh...refresh it, right?"

   Jason chuckled once more, and replied, "I'd bet serious cash on that
happening, dude....really serious cash!"

   They ended the call, agreeing that Jason would be over in half an hour,
giving Ryan time to clean up, and confirm his expectation that his parents
would be out of the house already, attending to their regular Sunday
routine of church services, followed by a lavish brunch with friends at
their golf club. After dropping the cell phone on his dresser, Ryan walked,
following his very erect penis, into his bathroom to brush his teeth, and
shower.

   Cleaned, and much more alert for the shower, Ryan slipped on some gym
shorts, managing to get his still very tumescent penis pointed across one
thigh, and headed into the main house. As he entered the kitchen, he
spotted a note from his mother propped against the coffee pot, telling him
that they, indeed, were off to church, and the club, and would be returning
around three, or four, o'clock. He smiled, brewing a pot of coffee, and
fished the juice from the fridge, pouring, and guzzling a large glass full,
then wandered into the living room, where he turned on the TV, tuning to
one of the seemingly endless basketball games that were known as March
madness, and settled down to await the coffee, and Jason's arrival. He knew
from the tone of the earlier conversation that Jason had apparently awoke
with the hornies as well, and that the ensuing few hours held strong
promise of further delights, but couldn't quite shake the lingering wish
that the delicious young Eric would somehow find an excuse to tag along
with his older brother, thereby adding a very delectable frosting, to an
otherwise already delicious cake.

(To Be Continued)
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