Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2009 20:37:41 -1000
From: Chris Parker <lavarock69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Scotty, part 2

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Scotty, Part 2

I laid there for a little while with jizz all over my face, chest and
belly.  "You're a mess," Scotty said laughing.  "Yeah, I know," I told him,
then asked, "do you want me to return the favor?"  "No thanks," he replied.
I was disappointed, to say the least.  "Are you sure?" I asked, "I'd really
like to."  "Nah, that's alright," was all he said.

I washed myself off in the shower, then went back to the bedroom.  Scotty
was still on my bed.  I laid down next to him, naked.  "Can we do this
again sometime?" I asked.  "Anytime you want," he said with a big smile.
He grabbed my balls and started playing with them, then my dick.  I got
hard again, and he kept playing with my junk for another ten minutes or so.
Then it was time for me to get him back to the school.

When I got back home, I spent a lot of time thinking about what had gone
on.  Scotty said I was huge, but I'm seven inches hard, which I don't
consider huge.  He said I had a lot of hair, but I think I'm about average.
Same with my nuts, but he was impressed.  I didn't see a bulge when he said
he was hard, but his pants were kinda loose.  I was really curious to see
what he had down there.  He was 14, after all, but still had a kid's voice.
When we'd gone swimming earlier I noticed he didn't have any pit hair, and
nothing to speak of on his legs.  But he'd had wet dreams.  How far along
was he?

A few days later he was back in my classroom after school with his friend
Mike, a very cute kid with long wavy brown hair.  They were joking around
and all of a sudden Mike opened his pants, pulled down the front of his
tighty whities, and showed Scotty and me his pubes.  He had a pretty nice
little bush.  They both laughed, and I jacked off to that sight as soon as
I got home.

The next week Scotty was in my classroom after school again, this time by
himself.  He was standing on the opposite side of my desk from me, then did
the same thing Mike had done.  He pulled down the front of his pants and
underwear together, flashed his fur at me, and laughed.  Now one of my
questions had been answered.  His pubes were light brown and not very long.
I saw about an inch of them, and they were the same thickness all the way
across, not thin in the middle as is often the case.  I needed to get off.

"Wanna go back to my place?" I asked.  "Sure," he said.  We got to my
apartment, and I asked him to show me his fur again.  He did, and by now my
dick was rock hard.  "Will you jack me off again?"  I asked him.  "Gladly,"
he replied.  I was out of my clothes in no time, and we jumped on the bed.
He went to work stroking me, playing with my nuts like he knew I liked.  I
had him stop a few times when I was getting close.  The session lasted
about twenty minutes, and I finally couldn't take it anymore.

I closed my eyes as my dick erupted with a mind-blowing orgasm.  I told
Scotty to keep stroking, well after I'd quit shooting. "Jeez," Scotty said,
"you sure make a lot of cum." I looked down and surprised myself at how
much I had shot. "It's not always like that," I explained, "you just turn
me on a lot.  Are you hard again?"  "I sure am," he replied.  "Do you wanna
get off?" I asked.  "Yeah, but I think I'll just do it myself.  Can I use
your bathroom?"  "You sure I can't do it for you?" I asked.  "Nah," he
said, "I'd rather just do it myself."  "Let me grab a towel first, then you
can use the bathroom," I told him.

I got a towel and wiped off my jizz, then he went inside.  The lock on the
doorknob didn't work, as he knew, and he told me, "don't come in."  "Just a
sec," I said, as a thought popped into my head.  I went to the kitchen and
grabbed a shot glass.  "Shoot your cum in here," I told him.  He gave me
kind of a puzzled look, but said, "okay," then closed the bathroom door.

A few minutes later he came back out again, holding the glass.  He handed
it to me and laughed.  Inside was a nice little puddle of boy jizz, clear,
not white, and kinda runny.  I put the glass to my lips and drank his jizz
in front of him.  Scotty looked pretty surprised, then he started laughing
hard.  I ran my finger around the inside of the glass, wiped up what was
left, and licked it off.

"How does it taste?" Scotty asked.  "Very good," I answered truthfully.
There's nothing like the taste of jizz from a cute boy who hasn't been
making it very long.  I was still naked, and my dick was getting hard
again.  Scotty noticed and said, "looks like you're ready for another one."
"Do you mind?" I asked.  "Not at all," he replied with a laugh.  So he
jacked me off again, but this time I didn't shoot very much.  Still, it
felt great.

We kept up the jacking sessions about once a week for the rest of the
school year.  We started dry humping each other, and I loved rubbing my
junk against his, even though it was only through our clothes.  After a
while I talked him into dry humping in just our underwear, but he'd only do
it under the covers.  He would always be on top.  One time, and only one
time, we were under the covers, I was naked, he was in his boxers, and I
got him to take out his dick and rub it against mine.  That felt great.
His hot, hard young cock was touching and rubbing mine.  I just about came
right then.  I couldn't tell how big it was, though, or if he was cut.

Scotty got better and better at getting me off as he learned what I liked.
He started using lube on me, and never seemed to mind getting my jizz on
his fingers.  Most of the time he'd go into the bathroom afterwards and
jack off into the shot glass again, and I'd drink it.  But he still
wouldn't let me jack him off, and I really wanted to see his dick, not to
mention suck it.  I told him so, and he just said, "yeah, someday."

Around the middle of April the school offered me a contract for the next
year, so both Scotty and I knew I'd be coming back, and we were both pretty
happy about it.  As the school year drew to a close, I found out that
Scotty would be spending the whole summer in the midwest at his uncle's
farm.  That was okay, because I had planned to go home for the first part
of the summer anyway, then come back in late July, find an apartment, and
get ready for the new school year.  I would miss him, but knew I'd have
plenty of fun over the summer with my friends back home.

Scotty's dad Bill (the assistant principal) invited me over to their house
to play cards on the Saturday after school let out.  I got there a little
early, and Bill and his wife were heading out the door.  "We gotta run to
the store," Bill explained.  "Scotty's inside; he just got out of bed a
little while ago.  We'll be back in about half an hour."

I went inside and Scotty was sitting at the kitchen table finishing
breakfast, wearing only a pair of boxers.  He got a big smile when he saw
me, then came over and gave me a bearhug, something he'd never done before.
"Nice boxers," I told him.  He laughed, then pulled down the front and
showed me his fur again.  I couldn't take it anymore.  I grabbed his boxers
and pulled them down to his knees.

I finally saw everything.  And I understood why he never let me see his
dick.  It was tiny.  Even though he had a semi-decent patch of fur, his
dick and balls were still the size of a sixth-grader's.  I felt sorry for
him.

Scotty was furious.  "Are you happy now?" he yelled, pulling up his boxers.
He stormed into his bedroom and slammed the door.  I felt like shit.  I
knocked on his door.  "Go away," he said.  But I had to fix this quick,
before his parents got home.  So I went inside.

"Get out," he said.  "I can't," I told him, "we gotta talk about this."
"There's nothing to talk about," he said.  "Look," I said, "I'm sorry.  It
just came over me.  I shouldn't have done it.  But you don't have anything
to be ashamed of.  You have a bigger dick and more hair than I did when I
was your age."  That wasn't true, but I knew I had to say it.

"Really?" he asked, in a voice that showed his anger was gone.  "Yeah,
really," I lied.  "So don't worry about it.  Your dick is just fine, and it
will get a lot bigger real soon.  No sense being upset about something you
can't control."

"Thanks," he said, "I guess if anyone had to see it, I'm glad it was you.
All the guys in my class would have made fun of me."  "I guarantee you
there are guys in your class who are smaller than you, and with less hair,"
I said with confidence.  "Eighth grade is a time when there's a whole lot
of difference between guys and how much they've matured.  You know that.
Don't feel bad about being a little behind the curve.  In fact, now that
I've seen it, I think your dick is really cute."

Scotty got that big smile on his face again, the one I'd come to love.  I
ran my fingers through his long blond hair.  "Your dick isn't the only
thing about you that's really cute," I told him.  He gave me another hug,
then grabbed my junk.  I opened my shorts and pulled them down, along with
my boxers.  He pulled his boxers down, too, and we stood there fondling
each other.  I was finally playing with his goods.  We both got hard.  His
dick stood up about 45 degrees.  It was like half the size of mine, but
other than that they looked identical.  We rubbed our helmets together.
"This is fucking awesome," he said.

We kept it up for a few minutes, then I asked him, "can I suck you?"
Before he could answer we heard his parents pull up in the car.  "Shit," he
said, "they're back."  I pulled up my pants and went back to the living
room.  Scotty came out wearing shorts and a t-shirt just as his parents
walked in the door with the groceries.

We played cards for a while, ate lunch, played more cards, and watched a
little tv.  Then Bill told Scotty it was time for him to start getting
packed.  I needed to go back to my apartment and do that, too, as I would
be heading home in a couple of days.  I went into Scotty's room to say
goodbye.  He gave me one more hug, then whispered to me, "when I get back,
I really do want you to suck me."  We grabbed each other's junk through our
shorts, then I left.

I'm back at my parent's house for now, and having as much sex as possible
with my friend Kyle and his brothers.  It's great, but I miss Scotty, more
than I thought I would, and can't wait to see him again.