Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2006 14:08:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ryan's Second Impulse (1)

Ryan's Second Impulse
By
Storyguy22


(Author note: I offer this as a sequel to my earlier fiction submission
titled "Ryan's Impulse." I received a lot of favorable response to that
effort, along with a ton of encouragement to continue the saga, and I offer
my sincere thanks for all of them. )


   It had been nearly two weeks since sixteen year old Ryan had, at long
last, allowed himself to indulge his long held impulse, and sucked the very
tantalizing cock of his long time friend Rick. He had thought of little
else since, and, the desire to repeat the incredible experience, and
whatever else might be in the offing, was growing stronger, seemingly by
the hour.

   Vivid mental images of the whole event continued to play through Ryan's
mind, as he lay stretched out on his bed, his head and shoulders propped
against the headboard. Oh man, he thought, as his mind conjured up a clear
image of Rick, and the day they had found themselves in a very private spot
at the nearby lake, and had decided to combat the hot summer afternoon by
skinny dipping in the cool lake. Close buddy's since they had first met at
the tender age of eight, the boys had been through the early stages of
pre-adolescent curiosity, and had, on a few occasions, done the typical
pre-teen comparing of the development stages of their small boyhoods, but,
as they entered their teens, that sort of activity had ceased, other than a
few occasions of stripping to their underwear while frogging at the creek,
or the occasional mutual changing together, during sleepovers, and even at
school sometimes.

   Ryan had always known that he was far more interested in stolen glances
of Rick's body than Rick was of his own, and he resisted the growing
interest in seeing the nude, or nearly so, body of his best friend as
strongly as he could, knowing that it smacked of the "bad" things he had
always been taught were wrong, and demented. But, by the time Ryan had
turned fourteen, and the ever present state of raging teen hormones had him
firmly in their grip, his interest in his handsome friend grew to near
obsession proportion, and he could barely contain his burning desire to
experiment sexually with his jock buddy, even though he was sure the
interest was far from mutual. Rick, and his developing body, became the
constant fodder of Ryan's fantasies, and dreams, as he furiously
manipulated his own rigid penis to mind blowing orgasm, his mind
overflowing with images of the wanton sex acts he desperately wanted to
perpetrate on his friends lithe, young body.

   Ryan's near constant thoughts of Rick were magnified to even higher
levels, when Ryan discovered the internet, and the seemingly endless menu
of gay oriented sites that he frequented, his raging desire to touch,
stroke, and suck Rick's erection burning his brain, as he clicked his way
through the thousands of pictures that clearly depicted his every secret
desire. Ryan tried to resist this activity, sensing correctly that perusing
the torrid images was akin to tossing gasoline on an already raging fire,
but he was simply unable to resist. He tried, tried really hard, to
navigate to the thousands of straight porn site available, but simply found
the images portrayed there totally uninteresting, and anything but
stimulating. Still, he would force himself to sit on front of his computer,
and search through image after image of young girls flaunting their ample
bosoms, and the gapping pink slashes of their vaginas, and, even the more
in-your-face sites, that depicted unfettered sex acts between guys and
girls, so blatant that Ryan often found himself shuddering in distaste, and
more often than not, watching his proud erection wilt into his lap. By the
time Ryan's fifteenth birthday had passed, he had pretty much accepted the
idea that he was gay, and, while such acceptance came relatively easy to
him, he was, at the same time, horrified at being labeled, and ostracized
by all of his friends, and classmates. Thus, our Ryan retreated deeply into
the closet, and successfully hid there, until that fateful day at the lake
with Rick, when he had finally let himself go, and delivered his first ever
blow job to his best friend in the world.

   Ryan slid his hand down over his bare chest, letting his fingertips
graze over one small nipple, and then the other, the sensitive tissue
reacting quickly to the stimulation by growing erect, and forming the small
tips into tiny eraser points. He moved his hand back and forth between the
nubbins, once more amazed at how the self stimulation excited him. His cock
grew instantly rock hard inside his small, dark blue briefs, and he
shuddered, as the seemingly direct connection between his nipples, and his
balls, registered a strong electrical pulse. He let his hand slide lower,
lightly caressing the soft, smooth skin of his tummy, and he dipped his
index finger into the tiny cave of his navel, moving it in and out a few
times. He worked his palm across the width of his flat stomach, and traced
the elastic waist of the briefs with his fingertips. He sighed, a pleasant
warmth spreading over him, and let his hand glide lower still, until he was
tracing the outline of his very rigid erection with a finger. He moved the
probing finger to the top of his shaft, and rubbed it back and forth across
the smooth, cut head of his penis, and shuddered again, the strong tingly
sensations coursing through his groin. He lifted his hand, then, dipped it
under the elastic, and down into the warmth of his briefs. His finger once
more traced the side of his rigid shaft, and he could feel the hardness of
his pulsing boyhood, and the few blood gorged veins that ran along the
shaft. He let his finger tease the spongy head again, then, moved down to
cup his heavy balls in his palm. He lifted his feet, and placed them flat
on the bed, knees bent, and elevated, so that his plump ball sac dropped
between his spread thighs. He gripped the full pouch, and tugged it gently,
as his mind filled with images of Rick's taut sac, and he remembered
clearly the weight of his balls in his hand. He shuddered again, and a
crystal clear image of Rick's throbbing erection painted itself in front of
his closed eyes, and he clung to the image of that thick cock, recalling
each detail of its likeness exactly as it had looked just before he slid it
into his hungry mouth for the first, and only, time.

   Oh God, Ryan thought, it had been so amazing, so thick, and hot, alive
even, and he recalled how it had just seemed, and felt so natural, as he
had steadily fed its length into his mouth, until Rick's silky pubes had
tickled his nose. The smooth head of it had stabbed into his throat,
actually surprising him at first, and he smiled a little, as he recalled
gagging briefly, as he withdrew a bit, relaxing his sudden gag reflex. He
smiled again, remembering clearly how Rick had, at the moment he had drawn
back slightly, thrust his hips forward, suddenly eager to have his thick
cock planted inside Ryan's throat. He may be as straight as a yard stick,
Ryan thought with a small chuckle, but his rampant prick had found plenty
to like about that warm, wet mouth, at least at that moment in time. Ryan
gave his heavy balls another squeeze, then, worked his hand up, and wrapped
his fingers around the pulsing shaft of his erection. He squeezed the rigid
stalk, then, began lightly stroking it, moving the silky skin up and down
over the steely hard tissue beneath, and he shuddered, emitting a small
groan, as he felt his shaft pulse, and eject a small tear drop of precum
onto the smooth head of his cock. He stroked a bit faster, his minds eye
focused on the scene at the lake, almost as if he were out-of-body, a third
person, observing the tableau from a small distance. He clearly saw himself
bent over Rick's naked form, his friend's rock hard thickness riding
smoothly in and out of his sucking mouth, as his hands roamed the base of
the tasty cock, and toyed with the heavy balls below. Ryan shuddered
strongly, another dollop of his leaking fluid drooling over his glass
smooth cock head, and he ran a finger across the wetness, spreading the
slick goo over his searing skin. Oh fuck, he thought, feeling the pressure
building rapidly in his balls, so damned amazing, and so damned good, that
throbbing cock filling my mouth, and jamming into my throat, my saliva
flowing like a broken tap, as I tried to engulf the whole of it, every tiny
centimeter. It had felt so hot, and so incredibly smooth, as it pumped in
and out of my mouth, my jaw aching from being so stretched out of normal to
accommodate his girth.

   Ryan's third-person view let him see clearly how Rick had humped his
cute butt in sync with Ryan's moving his mouth over him, and he reveled at
how totally stuffed his mouth looked with the thick cock filling it, and he
watched, amused, as Rick's hands had balled into tight fists, and hammered
at the grass, as his slender hips lifted off the ground at his moment of
release. Ryan shuddered again, vividly recalling the startling sensation of
surprise, and amazement, as Rick's cock had suddenly, and forcefully, began
to erupt, and flood his already stuffed mouth with glob, after glob of the
thick, salty fluid. It had been so sudden, and so quick, that there had
been no time to think, only react to the overwhelming volume, as his
natural reaction had been to quickly swallow the viscous stuff, to allow
open space for the following eruptions, as they came rapidly, one following
the other in amazing volume, and force.

   Just fucking amazing, Ryan thought, his taste buds actually aching now,
as he recalled the slightly acrid, though not unpleasant, flavor of his
friends warm semen. He gripped his leaking cock tighter, and rolled his
tongue inside his mouth, actually imagining that taste, and once more
hungrily yearning to experience it again. Ryan lifted his butt off the bed
now, driving his throbbing cock against the firm grip of his fist, and his
mind drew up the image of Rick's cock after it had slipped from his
battered mouth. Wilting rapidly, the near-purple head, and the much paler
shaft, had gleamed wetly in the brilliant sunshine, thoroughly coated in a
very wet mixture of Ryan's saliva, and Rick's copious semen. The image of
the finally conquered boyhood resting wetly in Ryan's slimed fingers proved
too much for the overheated teen, and he uttered a loud groan, his hips
flexing strongly, as his rampant cock exploded in his fisting grip, and
spewed long ropes of his creamy essence over his groin, and instantly
turned his dark blue briefs into a soggy mess. Ryan rode with the intensity
of the orgasm, emitting a series of stifled grunts with each jetting of his
pent up load, then, completely spent, he sagged down onto the mattress,
gulping deep gasps of air to fill his heaving chest. Holly shit, he
thought, Jesus, Joseph, and Mary.....I have GOT to do that again.....want
to....need to....just.....fucking.....HAVE TO...!


   Ryan lay quietly now, savoring the warm afterglow of his orgasm, and
reveling in the soggy wetness that coated his groin inside the well slimed
briefs. His thoughts cooled slightly by the intense cumm, he recalled the
aftermath of his day with Rick at the lake. In the minutes following Rick's
flooding his mouth with his warm fluid, neither of them had spoken. Ryan
had released Rick's softening cock, and had laid his sweating head on his
friends abdomen, quietly watching the once rampant instrument wilt, and
return to it's flaccid state. His heart was hammering inside his chest, and
his mouth was alive with the strange, and bitter taste of the fluid he had
just ingested, and he was filled with a mixture of thoughts, one being to
start all over again, and repeat the incredible event that had just taken
place, the other being a dread of what would now happen between his soul
brother, and himself. After a bit, Rick had stirred beneath him, and Ryan
lifted his head, turning to look at his friend, and now, lover. Rick had
avoided the eye contact, rolling over, and getting to his feet, then,
gathering his clothes, and rapidly getting dressed. Ryan lay there on the
soft grass, watching, until Rick was dressed, and started toward the car,
muttering as he went for Ryan to get a move on, it was getting late. Ryan
had sighed, accepting what he had feared all along, and meekly followed.

   In the car, driving back to town, Ryan tried to talk to Rick, only to be
rebuffed. As Rick stopped in front of Ryan's house, he looked across at
Ryan, a mixture of disgust, and sheepish incredulity fixed on his handsome
face. Ryan had smiled, shyly, and reached out to put his hand lightly on
Rick's knee. He had tried to think of something, anything, to say, but
words failed. Rick sat quietly looking at Ryan for a minute, and finally
shook his head slowly, side to side, saying nothing, and, saying
everything, all at one time. Ryan, saddened to his very core, but not
regretting one bit his actions, nodded, and stepped out of the car, then,
stood quietly on the curb, as his best friend in the whole world drove
away, never once having spoken a single word. Ryan felt his eyes well up,
and he shook his head again, hurt now, and all the more so by the stony
silence of his friend, and he turned, and slowly walked to his house.

   Ryan shook himself from his reverie, and inhaled a deep breath, before
releasing it, then, getting to his feet. He crossed over to the bathroom,
and peeled off the slimy blue briefs, and dropped them into the clothes
hamper. He leaned in to turn on the shower, then, stepped under the spray,
letting the hot water run over his still tingly skin. He forced the whole
Rick situation from his mind then, and began to actually look forward to
this evening, and the party that he had been invited to attend in
celebration of another friends sixteenth birthday. This friend was not a
particular friend of Rick's, so Ryan knew that he would not be attendance,
so there wouldn't be any of that lingering tension to deal with for this
event, at least. He felt himself begin to perk up as the hot water cascaded
over his softly glowing skin, and he began to mentally tick off the likely
attendees of the party, as he wondered if among them he might find a
kindred spirit, someone he desperately hoped might just harbor his own
impulses, or at least some of a similar bent. Ryan stepped from the shower,
fresh, and rejuvenated, ever hopeful that soon the opportunity would
present to further explore his impulses.

(To Be Continued)
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