Date: Sat, 3 Jul 2004 06:59:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Arnold Layne <arnoldlayne69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Horny Straight Scott (Part 2)

Horny Straight Scott, Part 2
By Bacteriaburger

	I was pretty much thrown for a loop.  It didn't really hit me full
force until I had left Scott's house that night, and started walking back
to campus.  I jumped up and whooped, overcome by this weird mixture of
excitement and anxiety.
	Mainly excitement.  It wasn't because this had been my first time
messing around with another guy.  Back in my sophomore year of high school
I'd had a series of same-sex experiences that had left a huge impression on
me, but had ultimately left me feeling guilty and ashamed.  I hadn't done
anything with another guy since then, though I thought about it often.
	What Scott and I had done felt very different from any sexual
experience--straight or confused--that I'd ever had.  Here was a very good
friend of mine.  I'd sucked him off--swallowed--and ate my own load off of
his hairy chest.  And afterwards we spent a good hour talking about how
unexpected it had been.  I asked him if he'd ever fooled around with a guy
before, and he said he hadn't.
	"I'm pretty sure I'm straight," he said, laughing.  I mean,
obviously he was straight.  He had a whole collection of straight
porn--lesbians and all.  I asked him if messing around with me had confused
him.
	"No, not really," he said.  "It feels pretty much...o.k."  Well, as
much as I would have loved messing around some more that night, I knew
Scott had to get up the next morning for work, and I figured why mess up a
good thing--we'd probably be hanging out again tomorrow night.  When I got
up to leave and say goodnight, he had a shit-eating grin plastered on his
face.  It was the same grin that I had the the whole way home.  I hardly
got any sleep that night, my mind was racing.  My heart was palpitating
with a rush that felt...just pure.  Not bad, at all.

	I spent the next day doing various bullshit things,
trying---somewhat unsuccessfully---to keep my mind off the events of the
previous night.  I went to the library, and ended up seeing some people I
knew.  We caught a bus to the south side and wandered around Carson Street
for a while.
	"What's wrong with you?"  this girl Liz asked me at one point.
	"Nothing," I said.
	"Well, wipe that goddamn grin off your face," she said.

	When I got home at about a quarter after five, Scott had left a
message on my machine.
	"Hey, dude, I'm at work.  Should be getting off around five, wanted
to see if you were up for hanging out tonight.  Gimme a call."  I got a
hole of his cell phone as he was driving home.  "You feel like playing
Frisbee?"
	He picked me up in front of my apartment and we smoked a joint on
our way to the park.  I was feeling mellow.  Sex was on my mind, but it
didn't feel like the right time to talk about it.  We tossed the Frisbee
around until the sun started to go down.  It was good to know that we could
do things like this together, that everything was still cool--manly or
whatever.
	On our way to Scott's place we picked up a six pack of Iron City
pounders.  As we got nearer to his apartment, we both got pretty quiet.  I
think both of us knew what might happen, and the expectation of it was
making things tense.  I checked out Scott's legs--thick and hairy--and the
thought of being between them again started making me horny.  I glanced at
his butt as he was getting out of the car--he was wearing his blue
basketball shorts again, and his ass looked tight and plump.
	We went inside and I sat on the couch as Scott did some things.  He
came in with two beers in his hands, holding one out to me.  We cracked
them open.  He took a big chug, then set the can down on the coffee table
and took off his shirt.
	"I need a shower," he said, sitting back on the couch.
	"Go ahead, I'll just watch TV," I said.  Scott stared at the blank
screen.
	"I Wouldn't mind gettin off, first," he said.  This was followed by
a really uncomfortable silence, where we both just stared ahead and tried
not to breathe too loudly.  It was weird.  He'd been so nonchalant about
beating off before, but that had just been beating off, and things had
escalated from there.  This time we both anticipated that more would
happen, and neither of us knew how to make it happen in a casual way.
	"Lemme check out your porn," I said, heading into his bedroom where
I knew he kept it.  I looked through the titles on his videos, more or less
just stalling for time.
	"I got a bunch of magazines, too," Scott said, reaching into his
bedside table drawer and pulling out a stack.
	"Right on," I said, sitting beside him on the bed.
	"This one's pretty good," he said, handing one to me.  It was
"Barely Legal Hardcore."  I started looking through it, and it was really
fucking hot--mostly pictures with two or more guys fucking one girl.
	"This is really hot," I said, and Scott leaned over to look at it
with me.  I flipped through the pages, my cock getting harder.  I put my
hand on it and massaged the length of my shaft.  One series of photos had a
girl getting plowed in the ass by a dude with monster cock.
	"Shit," Scott said, his voice right in my ear.  "I love when chicks
take it up the ass."  In the next couple of pages the same girl was getting
double penetrated.  I looked over at Scott and saw he was grabbing his cock
through his shorts, like I was.  When we'd gone through the whole magazine,
I turned back to some of the really good pages and we kept like that, side
by side, each of us getting more and more turned on by the second.  Our
thighs were touching and we were both breathing really heavy.  My heart was
pumping furiously.
	"I got this really hot movie where this blond chick takes it up the
ass," he said, standing up and reaching in his closet.  His fat, mostly
hard cock tented out the front of his shorts.  I saw he had the movie in
his hand, but then he paused for a second, like he was debating something
in his head.  He set the tape back on the shelf, then reached further back
into his closet and grabbed something wrapped in a plastic grocery bag.
"Look at what else I got," he said, smiling, and he held up a smooth,
cylindrical object.
	"What is that?" I said.
	"What the fuck do you think it is?" he said, holding it out to me.
	"A dildo?!"
	"Yeah," he said, and I took it.  It was pretty long and a good bit
thicker than a broomstick.  It was made out of hard, translucent,
emerald-green plastic, which made it look not unlike an apple Jolly
Rancher.
	"You stick this up your butt?" I asked.  I was fairly incredulous,
which Scott seemed to get a kick out of.
	"No, I unclog my toilet with it," he said sarcastically.  "Fuck
yeah, dude, I use it when I beat off," he said.  "You ever try it?"
	"Not really," I said, which made Scott laugh.
	"Not really," he repeated, mocking me.  He took it back from me.
"It feels fucking great," he said, gazing at it.  "I use it all the time.
My little buddy..."
	He reached on the shelf and grabbed the video tape.  "Let's go
watch this," he said, and started out of the room with the tape in one hand
and his dildo in the other.  I stood up and followed him into the dark
living room.
	I took my seat in the easy chair as Scott cued up the tape to the
scene he wanted to watch.
	"This is the one," he said, standing up.  He stood there in front
of the TV as the scene kicked into gear, squeezing his shaft until it
tented out his shorts.  I was rock hard already, watching the tape and
watching Scott watch the tape.  When the blond girl finally sat her ass
down on the tip of the dude's fat prick, Scott said "Fuck, yeah." He pulled
his shorts off and kicked them across the floor.  I stood up and took my
own shorts off.  He stood for another minute, his back more or less toward
me, and I got to check out his ass, naked.  It was lightly hairy, and
pretty substantial.  But definitely plump and tight--a real bubble butt.
He rocked his hips forward in a slight liquid motion as he stroked his fat
boner.  After a little while he sat back down on the couch.
	We took in the movie for a while, just jacking off and casually
checking each other out.  Scott glanced at the dildo laying on the couch
next to him, then reached beside himself and pulled out a bottle of hand
cream.
	"Fuck, man, you're prepared," I said.
	"More than I'd like to admit sometimes," he said.  "Here, want
some?"  I held out my hand and he pumped a couple shots of thick cream into
my hand.  He did the same for himself, and soon we were both sliding our
cocks out of our tight, greasy fists, moaning and groaning, unabashedly
voicing our pleasure.  The blond chick was getting seriously ass-fucked by
the guy's huge meat, but what made it hot is that she actually seemed to be
enjoying it.  She was fingering her clit and the guy was fondling her tits,
squeezing her hard nipples.  His balls slapped against her ass as he thrust
into her.
	Scott was still pumping his cock, but with his other hand he was
tweaking his nipples.  He ran his hand down his stomach then along his
thighs; then he grabbed his balls and started rubbing his fingers into the
space underneath them.  The dildo was sitting beside him on the couch.  He
picked it up, pumped some more lotion onto his hand and rubbed it into the
dildo.  I was watching him intently but he didn't seem to notice.  He kept
his eyes on the TV as he reached his hand over to the pump and squired some
lotion onto his fingertips.  Then he lifted up his knees and rubbed the
lotion onto his asshole.  I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like he
was fingering himself a little bit.  Then he put his legs down, leaned
forward and grabbed the edge of the coffee table, moving it closer to the
couch.  He propped his feet up on the edge of the coffee table and scooted
forward until his ass was hanging off the edge of the couch.
	"Easier this way," he said.  He directed the tip of the dildo
between his ass cheeks and pressed it in.  He breathing got jagged as he
slid the dildo slowly into his hole, stopping at times to tweak his nipples
and jerk his still very hard cock.
	"Fuck man, you got that almost all the way inside," I said.  "Does
it hurt?"
	"No, man," he said, pulling it out slightly and then thrusting it
back in.  "Feels fucking great."  I kept jerking off as Scott fucked
himself with the dildo, but I had to slow down a couple of times because I
was really close to shooting my load.  I think Scott may have been having
the same problem; he would stroke his cock a little here and there, but
mostly he was concentrating on fucking himself in the ass.  Finally, he
lifted his legs up into the air and shoved the dildo into his ass all the
way to the hilt.
	"Check this out, dude," he said, and I got up and stood in front of
him.  "All the way in."
	"That's amazing," I said.  My cock was dripping, my load was close
to just pouring out of me.  He looked so hot; this hairy, masculine dude,
his legs up in the air, holding the end of a dildo slid inside his tight
asshole, his big butt cheeks spread open wide.
	"Does it just stay in?" I asked.  "Or do you have to hold it in
there?"
	"No.  Look," he said, letting go of it.  It stayed in for a moment,
then started slowly sliding out of him.  I took the end of it and pushed it
back inside of him.  He groaned.  Still holding the end of it, I let it
slide back out of him a little, the muscles of his ass reflexively pushing
it out.  I felt the initial resistance of the tight muscles inside his
butthole, gripping the dildo tight and hot as it slid into him, smooth as
butter.
	"Keep doing that," he said.  I sat down on the coffee table in
front of him and he rested his legs on either side of me.  I kept up a easy
rhythm, sliding the dildo in and out of his ass, watching closely the way
his tight hole stretched to accommodate it.  He pushed his huge erection
out and stroked it long and slow.  Eventually he closed his eyes and lifted
his legs up in the air.  "Pound it into me," he said.  I did.  I fucked his
ass with that dildo, feeling the friction and heat between his legs,
beating my own cock with my other hand.  He was getting really close to
cumming.  He lifted his legs up as high as they could go, spreading his ass
wide open with his hand on one cheek.  "Fuck," he said.  "Fuck, fuck.
Gonna cum.  Shove it in me, as far as it can go.  Fuck, fuuuuccckkkk!!"  He
opened his mouth wide and pointed his cock into it.  I had the dildo so far
in his ass, and it was like it tripped a switch in him.  He was barely
stroking his cock, but the cum just suddenly started flying out of him.  I
felt his ass contract around the dildo.  The first rope of cum shot out of
his cock and landed across his mouth.  He kept his cock pointed into his
mouth and unloaded onto his tongue.  He stuck out his tongue and lapped at
what had landed on his lips, then he swallowed it down.
	Before I knew it I was past the point of no return myself.  Still
holding the dildo deep in his ass, I jerked my prick furiously against his
sweaty nuts.  I rubbed my slick cockhead all over the underside of his
balls and toward his asshole, pumping it into my fist and imagining pumping
it into him.  I started shooting my load, my thick cum coating his balls
and dripping down the cleft of his ass.  I took the dildo out of him and
held his legs up; then I got down and started eating my load off of his
balls.  I lapped up the cum that had dripped down under his balls into the
cleft of his ass, and ran my tongue along the rim of his hole.  Everything
was plenty clean by the time I stood up to catch my breath.
	Scott lifted his hand up to his face, put his finger out and
touched the cum that had landed on his goatee.  He swabbed it off, looked
at it on his finger for a second and then licked it off.
	"Tastes really good, man," he said.  I agreed, laughing.  He slid
his finger into his mouth, sucking the rest of it off, then put his arm
down at his side.  "I had no idea."
	Eventually Scott stood up and pushed the coffee table back into
place.
	"Now," he said, "time for that shower."

	We spent the rest of the night finishing off the six pack, me in my
boxer shirts and he in his basketball shorts.  All the tension earlier in
the day had floated away, and was just a memory.  By the time we were on
our last beer, we were both about as buzzed and loose as we could possibly
be.
	"So Nate," he asked me, "we pretty much know where I stand.  Now
what do you make of your own sexuality?"
	It was the question that was inevitably going to be asked, and in a
way I was glad it had finally been said.  But where to even start?  I was
probably just as confused as he was.
	"Well," I said, taking a deep breath, "let me tell you a story..."

To Be Continued

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