Ryan's Impulse (7) By Storyguy22
Rick lifted his arm off his eyes, and looked at Ryan's smiling face, then, let his eyes drop to focus on Ryan's very erect cock.
"Jesus!" he muttered, "That has got to....hurt!"
Ryan followed Rick's gaze, and flexed his muscles a couple of times, causing the granite hard cock to jump up and down, and replied,
"Yea, well, it's pretty backed-up, that's for sure, but hey, you could...um...well...you could, actually."
Rick continued to stare at Ryan's bouncing erection, as if giving the suggestion some consideration, then lifted his eyes to meet Ryan's. He glanced once more at the thick cock that dangled scant inches from his face, then, mumbled,
"Not freeking likely!"
Ryan sighed, nodding his head, then, picked up the bottle of orange juice that he had set on the night stand, and offered it to Rick, saying,
"That's kinda what I figured.....here....bon~ appetite.....I'm heading for the shower....and a much needed jackoff..."
Rick took the juice bottle, and watched his friend turn, and walk into his bathroom. He twisted the cap, and drained the small bottle in one swoop, then sat up, dropping his feet to the floor. He heard the shower water turn on, and sat there another minute, considering what had again taken place, twice again, actually, between Ryan and himself. Damn it, he thought, the whole scene is just so freeking gay, but, damn it some more, Ryan actually seemed to get off on doing it, and shit, it feels... freeking awesome, too. He reflected another minute on how eagerly Ryan had sucked his cock, and even freeking gulped down his whole load, and shook his head in wonder. Fuck it, he told himself, he deserves....something....but, no way I'm sucking his cock....but still....it just flat isn't right to....leave him like that, either. He stood, and inhaled a deep breath, then, headed onto the bathroom.
Ryan was scouring shampoo into his hair, his eyes tightly closed against the soap invasion, when he heard the audible click of the stall door once, then again. He stuck his head under the spray to rinse the suds from his face and hair, then, opened his eyes. He opened them wider when he saw Rick standing just behind him in the shower stall, and wider still, when Rick calmly extended his hand, and gripped Ryan's rigid erection.
"Not a word, asshole....and....if anybody...anybody....hears about this shit, you are So fucking dead....get it?" he said, totally serious.
Ryan was too astonished to reply verbally, plus the sensation of Rick's firm hand on his aching cock had pretty much rendered him speechless, too, so he just nodded, a dumbfounded expression on his cute face. Rick acknowledged his acquiescence with a curt nod, then, began to stroke Ryan's rigid cock, moving his hand from base to tip in a steady rhythm, as Ryan sagged backward, and leaned against the stall wall. Ryan stared downward, slack jawed, and tried his best to believe what his eyes were seeing, as Rick seemed to settle in to his task, and began sliding his thumb over Ryan's cock head, while his other hand went to cup his scrotum, and gently finger his plump balls. Ryan shuddered, already feeling the beginning of his orgasm tingling deep in his balls, and groaned, as he closed his eyes, and gave himself over to the incredible sensations of his best friend touching him so intimately.
Oh fuck, Rick.....jeez.....feels...fucking....awesome, dude...!" he muttered between gasps.
Rick made no reply, but continued his steady stroking, with his total concentration locked onto getting Ryan off. Seeming to warm further to the task, Rick stepped a bit closer, and again let his fingertip work across Ryan's cock head, causing him to shiver, and emit another deep groan. Rick watched, fascinated, as a large tear drop of Ryan's precum oozed from the small slit of his turgid cock, and slid across the smooth head. He swiped his finger through the slick fluid, then, spread it over the spongy cock head, and Ryan's knees went weak with pleasure. Rick's other hand worked his hanging balls deftly, as if he had done it countless times before, and Ryan began to see tiny, ultra-bright lights flare in front of his eyes, as he involuntarily rose up on his tip toes. He groaned again, his head rolling against the tiles of the shower wall, and felt his knees buckle further, as his balls tugged tighter to his groin, and he knew it was over, already. He groaned once more, and his hips bucked of their own volition, as his rampant cock exploded, spewing his pent up cum in long, thick ropes of white cream that landed in long streams on Rick's solid abdomen, one right after the other. Rick grunted loudly, but stayed with it, urgently milking Ryan's spitting shaft until it ended, and Ryan all but collapsed against the shower wall, spent, and gasping for breath.
Rick released the rapidly wilting cock then, and looked down, surveying the thick lines of Ryan's discharge that streaked his lower stomach, and watched, as one long line drizzled down over his own very tumescent cock, and balls. He lifted his gaze, and met Ryan's wide-eyed, astonished expression, and they each held the others gaze for a few seconds. Rick smiled then, and the smile turned to a silly giggle, as he quipped,
"Yea....well....I think that Mr. Ryan liked THAT, too!"
Ryan nodded dumbly, still unable to find his voice, and nodded again, finally able to croak,
"Totally....yes....oh fuck....YES!"
The two boys broke into nervous giggles then, as Rick maneuvered closer to Ryan, and let the warm water spray wash away the evidence of just how much Ryan had actually enjoyed....that...and, reverting to a much younger time in their lives, the two engaged in a minor sword fight, dueling their two cocks briefly, before finally exiting the stall, and toweling their lithe bodies dry. Back in Ryan's bedroom, they got into some undies, and shorts, then, headed for the kitchen to join Ryan's parents for breakfast. Neither Ryan's Mom, or Dad, were especially surprised at Rick's presence at their breakfast table, given that he had, over the years, been a somewhat regular feature there, and the four enjoyed a good meal, and some pleasant conversation. Ryan was still blown away by Rick's handling his stuff in the shower, but relished the fact that it had, indeed, happened, and he feverently hoped that maybe, just maybe, some kind of door had been opened, or, at least knocked ajar a little.
The boy's volunteered to clean up the dishes, and the kitchen mess, giving Ryan's parents a treat, and allowing them to finish the pot of coffee in the living room with the morning news papers. The chore accomplished, the boys returned to Ryan's room, where they each suddenly felt slightly sheepish once more. Finally Ryan broke the ice by saying,
"Look dude, it's all cool, ok....I did what I did `cause I just really wanted to.....and you...well....you really helped out a bud, dude....seriously helped....ok?"
Rick looked at him, slowly nodding his head, and replied,
"Yea, it's all good....long as it stays between us...only us....right?"
Ryan nodded his agreement, and meant it, as he added,
"Dude....who would I tell....and what...I'm gonna say, like, hey....guess what everybody....I sucked Rick's cock...three times, actually....ate his hot loads, too....and since I am such a great cock sucker....he was kind enough to jerk me off in the shower...?"
In spite of himself, Rick had to laugh at that, and he did, causing Ryan to crack up right along with him at the bold description of what had actually happened, exactly, between the two boys. Not very likely that either boy was going to be sharing that bit of truth anytime soon, period. The tension between them broken, Rick executed a solid body block on his friend, tumbling them both onto Ryan's bed, and they wrestled there as they had done since they were just little boys. Rick ended up, as usual, pinning Ryan to the mattress, and he held his arms pressed firmly to the bed, as his face centered just above Ryan's.
"You really are, actually." Rick said, his sweet, warm breath warming Ryan's grinning face.
"What...?" replied Ryan.
"A really great....cock sucker...!" came the grinning reply.
Ryan felt the heat flood his cheeks, and knew he was blushing wildly, as he mumbled...
"Yea...? Cool....and you make a damned good substitute hand, too!"
Rick chuckled, wiggling his heavy eyebrows in a sinister way, and said,
Yea...?......'ya think...?"
Ryan nodded, fixing a serious expression on his face, and answered,
"Yup....I think....definitely better than doing it myself...definitely...!"
Rick relented then, and rolled off of Ryan, to sit on the edge of the bed. Ryan sat up, and ran his hand over the smooth skin of Rick's back, shuddering again at the contact, and said, seriously,
"You really are the best, bud......so....what do you want to do today....my folks are up and about, so I can't haul your ass back to bed....so....?"
Rick chuckled, and turned his head to give his good friend a long look, then, answered, surprising Ryan greatly,
"Right...damn the luck, too....so then...you want to head out to the lake, maybe...catch a few rays...swim...whatever...?"
Ryan nodded, and replied, "That's cool with me....!"
Ryan went to his closet, and extracted a small sports bag, into which he loaded swim trunks, a towel, suntan oil, his portable CD player, and his travel CD case. He got some tennis shoes and half socks on, and a tee shirt, and the two headed out to Rick's, hoping that Rick's father was either still passed out, or chilled out, so that there would be no repeat of the previous evenings trouble.
(To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com