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) Storyguy22@yahoo.com