Date: Thu, 22 Jun 2006 11:57:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ryan's Impulse (Final)

   Over the following months, as our high school days waned toward
graduation, Rick and I continued to fuck on a fairly regular basis. He
still carried his self-imposed hangup about the "gayness" of his actions,
but they only surfaced in the afterglow of his fucking me, and, hangup or
not, he finally did give up trying to resist his desire to fuck me, and
just let it happen.

   I had loved him as a brother for a very long time, and now that our
relationship had grown to what it currently was, I knew that I could,
wanted to, love him as a lover, a life partner, if he would only let
me. But alas, that was not going to be, given his insistence that he was
straight, and determined to one day be a husband, and father. His frequent
tangles with his father continued to escalate, and his presence in my
bedroom as an escape became a pretty regular event which nearly always
culminated in sex, so I had pretty much come to actually look forward to
their battles so that Rick would show up, and take his frustrations out on
me in my bed.

   Jason's fourteen year old brother Eric had become a fairly regular
visitor as well, and while my interest in him was purely sexual, and
nothing on a level with my feelings for Rick, he was cute as hell, and he
was fun, and he had a really cute cock that I loved to play with, and
suck. He was typical of his age, constantly horny, and looking for new
adventure, and I suppose it was inevitable that one day he would end up
fucking me, as well.

   I was actually thinking of just that right now, as I lay stretched out
next to Eric on my bed, idly fondling his cute little penis, and balls, as
he basked in the afterglow of the blow job I had just administered. As I
stroked his mostly soft penis, I began wondering if he had an interest in
putting it in me, and I wondered how it might feel if he did. I leaned
closer to him, and lapped my tongue over the smooth head of his cock, and
let my hand slide between his legs to cup his plump scrotum, and fondle his
balls as I licked him like an ice cream cone. Being barely fourteen, he of
course reacted to this renewed attention in the predictable fashion, his
cute boyhood rapidly re-inflating as I toyed with it. Once fully hard, I
sucked it a bit, and licked his balls, taking each orb between my lips to
suckle it gently, while he mewed happily. I slid the rigid staff out of my
mouth, and gripped its base, as I looked up at him, and said,

   "Damn, little dude....you have such a cute dick...I love it...and love
to play with it, and suck it....and taste your cum...and, you know....it
really is just about the perfect dick for fucking, too....you ever stuck it
in anybody?"

   Eric giggled, his head shaking in the negative, as he replied,

   "Not actually, no....but I'm thinking I'd really like to some
time....check it out, you know...?.....see what that's like."

   I smiled, and said quietly,

   "Cool....you, um.....wanna try it with me....now...?"

  His wide grin provided all the answer I needed to the question, so I
nodded, and reached over to the night stand, and fished out the k-y. I
squirted a big glob in my palm, and once more gripped Eric's pretty cock,
working my hand up and down it, coating it with the slick gel, as he
shuddered, and groaned. Once his erection was glistening with the lube, I
squirted some more on my fingers, and reached back to grease up my hole,
then, swung one leg over his torso, and straddled his middle. He looked up
at me, his eyes going wide, as I reach down and gripped his erection, and
lined up the head with my ass, and started to slowly lower myself onto his
rigid cock.

   "Holy shit!" he barked, as the head of his cock slid past my tight ring,
and eased into me about an inch. I paused, running my hands over his satin
smooth chest, and nipples, as I slid down, taking another inch or so if his
hardness into my ass.

   I smiled, and winked at him, easing lower still, and asked,

   "Nice...?....you like that...?"

   His head bobbed rapidly on the pillow, as his hips thrust upward,
driving the rest of his rampant boyhood deeply into my bowels, and I
shuddered with the suddenness of the invasion. Pressing firmly down on his
chest with my hands, I told him,

   "Whoa there, stud....easy....just chill, and let me do the work, ok...?"

   He froze, and expression of concern painting over his cute young face,
and I slowly rose up, sliding my clutching rectum up the length of his cock
until just the head remained inside. I paused, then, sank back down on him,
my nerve endings exploding in pleasure as the familiar feeing of fullness
washed over me. My own cock was hard as granite, and after a few more ups
and downs, I picked up his hand, and moved it to my throbbing erection. He
gripped my shaft, and stroked it, matching his rhythm to my up and down
movements as I rode his cock, and small white lights began to swim around
my eyes.

   "Oh man, Ryan....wow....this feels freeking awesome...!" He chirped, his
face flush with tension as I continued to glide up and down on his rigid
boyhood, gaining speed, as my own orgasm began churning deep in my balls.

   "No shit.....awesome is right....you fit me perfect, dude....really
fucking good...!" I responded.

   We got into it seriously then, no more talking, with only the sounds of
our feverish coupling filling the room. I tightened my anal muscles,
milking his pulsing erection, as I rode him faster, and reached a hand
behind me to grope his balls, my ass tightly clamped on his very hard cock.

   What began as a tightness, and small burning sensation in my balls
quickly escalated into a full out orgasm, as my pent up load suddenly began
its rush through the length of my cock, and erupted, spewing long, thick
ropes of my cum into the air, then landing, as the sticky stuff painted
long streaks over Eric's smooth chest and stomach. His slender fingers flew
over my spitting cock, milking every single spurt of my stuff from my
exploding balls, and as my spewing slowed to dribbles, he all but shouted,

   "Aw, fuuuuuuck.....gonna......cumm.....!"

   I felt his cock spasm strongly in my tight grip, and I stopped moving,
using only my ass muscles to grip, and relax, on his shooting cock, as he
emptied his second load of the afternoon deep inside my bowels in
rapid-fire jets, as I savored the feel of each strong ejaculation, until he
was drained once again, and settled back on the bed, panting like a sprint
runner.

   I rose up then, and his wilting cock slipped out of my hole with an
audible "pop," and I felt his copious ejaculate ooze from my gaping hole,
as I stretched out next to him. Propping my head on my hand, I grinned into
his cute face, and asked,

   "So stud.....how was that...?"

   He grinned like the proverbial cat, his head nodding rapidly, as he
replied,

   "Awesome.....freeking rocked, big time....the best, for sure!"

   I chuckled, nodding my agreement, and teased,

   "So.....does this mean that I got your cherry, little boy....?.....are
you always gonna remember me as your "first"...?

   He blushed sweetly, nodding some more, as he squeaked,

   "Yea, huh.....guess so....cool....totally cool....!"

   Eric and I cuddled and fooled around a bit more, then, shared a mostly
hygienic shower, which didn't really start another serious round, but was
fun none the less, then, he got dressed, and headed for home, much wiser in
the ways of the bedroom than when he had arrived a couple of hours ago. I
pulled on some shorts, and a shirt, and headed off to join the `rents for
dinner. Sucking, and fucking, a fourteen year old boy creates a killer
appetite!

   Later, following a delicious dinner, and some pleasant conversation with
my parents, I was back in my corner of the house, kicked back on my bed,
and contemplating my earlier romp with young Eric, and once again thinking
about Rick and me, too, when my cell phone chirped to life. I answered,
seeing Rick's number lit up in the caller ID, and he asked if it was cool
for him to come over, and again spend the night. Apparently he and his old
man had been at it again, and Rick, as usual, was needing to escape the
situation before it got totally ugly. I told him of course, and hung up the
phone, heading to the back porch to await his arrival.

   In a few minutes he showed, and we exchanged a small hug in the near
darkness of the back porch, and he gushed on, thanking me for again bailing
him out of home, as usual, then, he totally stunned me, as he said, very
seriously,

   "Ain't gonna happen ever again, dude.....I fixed it for sure, this
time....fixed it, like, once and forever!"

   I looked at him, an uneasy feeling creeping over me, as I noted the
intensity of his expression, and I asked, almost afraid of the answer I
might get,

   "Dude....what...?....what.....did you....do?"

   He smirked slightly, and kind of hunched his shoulders, as he made an
attempt to stand taller, or straighter, something, as he inhaled a big
breath, and told me,

   "Fixed that shit, dude....no more freeking old man to deal with....none
of that shit....all fixed....dude....I....I.....oh shit...so I freeking
joined the Marine Corps, ok....?"

   The breath seemed to just fly of me, as I tried to fathom what he had
just said, and I know my chin was no doubt on my chest, as I just stood
there, incredulous, staring at him for maybe a full minute. Finally, I
sucked in some air, and said,

   "You....did what...??

   He nodded, the intense expression still firm on his handsome face, and
he repeated the horrible words again,

   "I joined the Marines....semper-fi, dude... I am so fucking outa
here....no old man...no drunk beefs....gone....fucking-A gone...!"

   Still in shock, I stammered,

   "No way....dude....you got college...all that...you can't go in the
service...what the fuck...?"

   He snorted, shaking his head, as he replied,

   "Yea, right.....college....like my old man has that kind of
money....even if he did....damn sure not spending it on me....he freeking
hates me, dude...!"

   My head was still spinning as I struggled to digest all this, and I
grabbed his arm, and tugged him toward the house, needing to get to my
room, so we could talk this through, and, find some way to undo what he had
apparently done! Once in my room, he elaborated, telling me that it
suddenly occurred to him that joining the military was his ticket out, an
opportunity to get away from his father, and the tedious home life they
led, and his best chance at ever getting to college, after his tour. I
listened, still not quite believing what I was hearing, and when he finally
stopped talking, I shook my head, and said,

   "Rick....dude....that is, like, so fucked.....I didn't think they would
even sign you up until you were eighteen.....and you're not, yet...and
still in high school....what the fuck...?"

   He chuckled, then replied,

   "They will, if you have a parent sign off on the enlistment
forms....and, let me tell you, dude....my old man couldn't write his
freeking name fast enough when I showed it to him, the prick!"

   I shook my head again, a feeling of hopelessness washing over me, as I
let it sink in that he was serious.....he had actually enlisted! I looked
at him, sighed, and said,

   "So, there must be, like, a cool-down period...something...to let you
change your mind, right...?...it's not like this is a done deal....we can
undo this, right....my Dad could probably help, even....?"

   He shook his head, then, moved to stand in front of me, and put his
strong arms around me, hugging me, as I kind of melted into him. He
actually kissed the top of my head, then nuzzled his face into my neck, as
he said softly,

   "Even if all that were true, Ry, I don't want it undone...I'm going,
dude.....want to go....actually, need to go....for a hell of a lot of
reasons."

   I pulled back slightly, and stared into his sexy eyes, seeing the fierce
determination there, a look of solid resolve that he always got when he was
determined about something, and I knew he was dead serious, and determined
about this. I sighed, and asked,

   "Rick....shoot straight with me here....how much of this madness is on
account of me...us...the "gay" thing....aw, shit....you know what I'm
asking....?"

   He looked straight into my eyes, his strong arms still holding me, and
answered,

   "Ryan....dude....you are, like, my best bud in the whole freeking
world...bar none...you know that...hell, I even love you....and yea, I
guess the "gay" thing might be some part of it, to be truthful....but
shit...you never actually held a gun to my head, or anything....so the shit
we been doing is stuff we both got into, so don't go thinking me joining up
is, like, your fault, or something, ok?"

   I just stared back at him, my body leaning into his taut, strong frame,
and realized that what we had was over...finished...history...and, that the
person I cared most for in the world was actually going to leave me...go
away, God knows where, and for how long....shit...and I was going to lose
him forever....damn, damn, damn....and I felt it coming then, suddenly
feeling like some dopey school girl, as the tears just welled up in my
eyes, and overflowed, long streams of the stuff running down my cheeks, and
dripping onto my chest.

   "Rick...oh shit, Rick....fuck, fuck, fuck....!" I wailed, blabbering
like a baby, as I buried my face into his chest, my arms clinging to his
body as if I could stop him, simply by clinging to him, as I blubbered
against his chest.

   He held me, saying nothing, for several minutes, letting me cry it out,
and begrudgingly accept what was happening to my little world, and as my
crying jag subsided, I was suddenly filled with desire for him, a need that
grew suddenly to a near hunger for him to hold me, and touch me, and fuck
me, until I was a part of him, could be with him always, so that he
couldn't leave me here, alone, and without him. I relaxed my death grip on
his body, and looked directly into his eyes, as I felt my cock grow hard,
and press wantonly against his crotch, as I tried for, and nearly made it,
a smile, as I shamelessly said,

   "Fuck me, Rick....right now...hard, and long...enough to last
forever....please...?"

   He stared into my eyes for a minute, then, gave a slight nod, and kissed
me, giving me what may well have been the most intense kiss he had ever
given me, and I shuddered with lust for him, feeling his tongue invade my
mouth where I hungrily sucked it, much as I was very soon going to suck his
beautiful cock, until he was filled with a need equal to my own...a need to
fuck me...own me...even if it was going to be for the last time ever!

   Somehow, we ended up naked on my bed, going at each other as if it was
the very last day of life as we knew it, our hands, and mouths all over
each others body, kissing, and licking every crease and crevice, sucking,
and fingering any nearby orifice, and when he finally rolled me onto my
back I was on fire, feeling a lust, and a passion like I had never known
before, or since. He parted my legs, and slid in between them, gripping his
turgid cock, and centering the thick, angry looking head on my hungry
pucker. I lifted, and bent my legs, opening myself to him as fully as
possible, and I groaned, long and deep, as I savored the overwhelming
sensation of him penetrating me, one last time.

   Rick fucked me that night, showing an animal lust that I had never seen
in him before that moment, and I all but passed out from the sheer elegance
of that fuck, his thick cock sliding in and out of me, taking me places
previously unknown, and, when it finally ended in our mutual, stunning
orgasms, I gave in to the blackness that overcame me, and allowed myself to
slide into the rabbit hole of unconsciousness, completely overcome with a
mixture of pure joy, and abject grief.

  Throughout that long night, and the few that followed, before Rick left
for boot camp, he would demonstrate that same passion each time he fucked
me, and I will be forever grateful to him for giving me himself that way,
for allowing me the joy of possessing all that he had to give, before he
took it all away for the last time. It was, after all, the swan song of his
own "gay" impulses, and that he had shared that with me was a gift of
ultimate value.

   I stood there at the bus stop in front of the Armory in the dim, just
breaking, light of the dawn, and watched the tail lights of the Marine Corp
bus fade into the distance, carrying my one true love in its core, and I
fought off the tears that threatened, and smiled, as I let the entire Ryan
and Rick video play out in my mind. As the bus rounded a corner, and
disappeared from sight, I nodded, and told myself that yup, I had done
exactly the right thing, way back then, when I finally had given in to
Ryan's Impulse.

The End
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