Date: Wed, 21 Jul 2004 20:59:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Arnold Layne <arnoldlayne69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Horny Straight Scott Part 3

Horny Straight Scott (Part 3)
By Bacteriaburger

	Scott leaned toward me, an expectant smile upon his face.  He
seemed curious to know what I was going to tell him.  And honestly, I
didn't have the slightest idea what I was going to say.  I had never told
this story to anybody.  I'd barely even acknowledged it to myself
	"Go ahead," Scott said.
	"Okay," I began.  "I had this friend my freshman year of high
school.  Actually, we'd been friends since the fourth grade.  His name was
Eric, Eric Crosbie.  He was a year younger than me.  We'd met through a
mutual friend, who eventually got dumped. Eric and I became really close.
We started hanging out, pretty much all of the time."
	"Like we hang out," Scott said.
	"Yeah, I guess so.  We were really close.  We'd spend hours having
these really deep conversations, or what seemed deep at the time.  It was
like....we'd found each other, or something."
	"Were you in love with him?" Scott asked.  Love?  I recoiled at the
word.  But I made myself think about it for a second.
	"I wouldn't say I was `in love' with him, no more than I'm `in
love' with you..." Scott looked at me, and a strange moment passed between
us, before I continued.
      "I think we loved each other, in a way.  It was deeper than just a
casual friendship.  We were best friends..." Scott put his arm behind his
head, sat back on the couch, and nodded for me to go on.
      "Anyway, this was when we were both fifteen.  Of course we were horny
as hell.  We would joke about beating off, but we never admitted to it.
It's hard to imagine now, but I used to think I was the only one in the
world who beat off.
      "Eventually Eric confessed to me that, yeah, he played with himself.
In fact, he said he knew his whole family played with themselves--meaning
his older brother and his dad."
      "That's weird.  How did he know that?" Scott asked.
      "I wondered that myself.  At any rate, it blew my mind.  That was the
thing about Eric; he was so forward about things, whereas I was always very
cautious.
      "Anyway, I eventually admitted to him that I beat off, too, and it
wasn't long before he convinced me we should do it together, since we were
both horny."
      "Yeah," Scott said, "extend a helping hand to your buddy and all
that."
      "Exactly," I said, laughing.  "But at first we were just beating off
together.  And it was a real thrill, getting naked together and just
getting off.  We got into a regular habit of it, and for a while we were
beating off every day, sometimes twice a day.  I mean, if the opportunity
is there to beat off, why bother doing anything else?
      "Eric was the one who suggested we try jerking each other off.  It
was one night when I was sleeping over at his house.  It was funny how he'd
bring things up.  He started talking about this girl in our school, Trisha,
who'd supposedly give handjobs to anyone who wanted one.  He started
talking about how good that would feel, someone else's hand on your dick,
playing with your balls and stuff.  Then he suggested we do each other,
like the thought had just occurred to him, even though I suspected he was
leading up to it the whole time.
      "Eric said he'd do me first, so he had me stand up in front of him.
I was rock hard.  He reached for my cock and started exploring my dick,
then stroking me really gently.  I'll never forget that first feel of
something other than my own hand massaging my dick.  Eric seemed fascinated
by it.  He was really inspecting it, getting his face pretty close to my
boner.  The thought ran through my mind that if he put it in his mouth, I
wouldn't mind.  But he didn't.
      "I did him next, and I inspected his dick really close up, too.  He
wasn't huge, but his crotch was really hairy, and that interested me.  I
ran my fingers through his pubes.  It was a little tiring, beating him off,
but his dick did look nice.  And I thought about tasting it, too, but I
didn't want to freak Eric out.
      "Well, after Eric shot his load all over my hand, things got really
strange.  He got really quiet.  I said something like, `That was fun,' just
some stupid thing to break the tension, but I guess it was the wrong thing
because he looked at me in this way...like he was disgusted with me.  My
stomach just sank.  Things were really tense and awful, so I just left.  I
went home."
      "That's heavy," Scott said.
      "It was so bizarre.  The way he looked at me...we'd just been having
fun, it had felt great, and then all the sudden it was so shitty.  I
started to think there was something wrong with me.
      "Eric didn't call me for a couple of days.  I was miserable; I didn't
know what I'd done wrong.  It had been his idea, even!
      "Well, eventually he called me.  He just acted like nothing had ever
happened.  We got back to hanging out regularly, and then jerking off
together, regularly.  Everything went back to normal.
      "Except I couldn't stop thinking about how hot it had been, when we'd
taken turns jerking each other off.  I kept wondering if it would happen
again, but it never did.  We never talked about it.  I figured Eric just
decided he hadn't liked it."
      "Fat chance," Scott said.
      "No shit.  Anyway, it wasn't a week after we'd started hanging out
again that Eric asked me if I'd ever eaten my own load.  And I said I
hadn't, though I had thought about it and it seemed like it would be really
hot.  He said he thought it would be hot too.
      "`So let's try it,' he said.
      "We got naked.  We lay on his bed and jerked out dicks.  I liked
watching Eric beat off.  He had a nice body, muscular and smooth, and he'd
get really into it, playing with his balls and running his hand all over
his stomach and chest, tweaking his nipples and moaning.  When he came, he
shot into his hand, and immediately brought it up to his lips and licked it
out of his sweaty palm, going `Mmmmm' and shit.  It was hot.
      "I got the sense that he'd done it before and just needed me there to
make him feel like he wasn't a freak for enjoying it.
      "Well, when it came time for me to eat my own load, I kind of
chickened out.  Eric was not pleased.  He jagged me about it.  I told him
the problem--that the idea of eating my load was hot, but once I orgasmed
and my horniness had subsided, I never much felt like doing it.  Kind of a
catch-22.
      "So the next time Eric and I were getting ready to beat off, he said
he had a solution.  And what he proposed--in his very sly, logical way--was
that since eating your own load doesn't work, we should try to eat each
other's loads.  We could make a pact.  He would even go first.
      "Now obviously this didn't make any sense.  It didn't solve the
problem at all.  But the thought of us eating each other's loads turned me
on.  I agreed to the pact.  We shook hands.
      "We got naked again and I started jerking off.  Eric got down in
front of me, and again he got really close to my dick.  I started wondering
how he was going to eat my cum.  Was he going to put my boner in his mouth?
      "Instead he said, `You've got some on the tip.'  Pre-cum, was what he
was talking about.  I said `Are you gonna try it?'  So he goes and licks it
off the tip of my dick.
      "`How is it?' I asked him, and he said it tasted fucking great.  So I
milked my hard-on to try to give him some more, and he licked it off my
dick head again.  I couldn't believe how good even this small bit of
contact--his warm, rough tongue on the tip of my cock--felt.  I told him I
was getting close, and just as I was about to cum, he put his lips around
my dick like he was nursing a spout.  So I unloaded into his mouth, and he
just gulped it all down.  And I'd never had such an intense orgasm in my
life.
      "Eric didn't waste any time, he stood up, his boner raging out in
front of him.  I got down on my knees.  He milked the tip of his dick, and
a small stream of pre-cum flowed out.  He was always really leaky.  He
wiped some up with his finger and then licked it off.
      "`Mmmmm,' he said, sucking on his finger.  `Try it,' he said to me,
but I was still kind of hesitant.  I felt his balls.  He gathered more cum
on his finger and ate it.
      "`Oh, man, it tastes so good, you gotta try it,' he said, and I knew
it was now or never.  I opened my mouth and licked some cum off the tip of
his cock.  It tasted kind of weird.  Eric moaned.  I licked up some more,
and I found it made me really horny.  I kept licking it off.  I even
started licking up what was running down the shaft of his cock.
      "I was sharing it with Eric, because he kept gathering more to eat
off his finger, like he couldn't get enough.  And I was licking what was
left off his cock and loving it.  Finally he said he was going to cum, so I
took the head of his dick between my lips like he did.  Except I wanted it
to feel really good for him, so I sucked on it, or...I kind of French kissed
the head of his dick with my lips and tongue.  And his cock started jetting
out cum, and then I was sucking it right out of him, you know?  I swallowed
all of him down.
      "By now I was hard as a rock all over again, so I sat back, with the
taste of his jizz still in my mouth, and proceeded to beat myself off.  I
shot my paltry load all over my stomach.
      "Then I noticed Eric, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me
over his shoulder.  And he had that look on his face--like he'd never seen
me before, like I'd just shown up while his family was eating dinner and
proceeded to beat off all over their chicken a la king.  He looked at me
like I was sick--this just after he had swallowed my load and had me eat
his."
      "Dude's got issues," Scott said.
      "Obviously.  Except this time he wasn't quiet about it.  He told me
to get out of his house.  So I did."
      Scott swigged down the last of his beer.  He gave me a sympathetic
look.
      "So what happened next?" he asked.
      "Well," I continued, "I tried to avoid Eric but it was really, really
bothering me.  I thought somehow I'd done something wrong, like I'd beat
off on his floor without his permission.  It didn't make sense, but I
couldn't figure it out otherwise.
      "So I finally called him up.  He was really cold with me.  So flat
out asked him `What? What happened?  What did I do?  Why are you pissed at
me?'  And you know what he said to me?"
      "What?" Scott said.
      "`I'm not gay,' is what he said.  And it's the first time that word
had been brought up, and I was just...crushed.  Horrified.  Because up until
now I hadn't been thinking that any of the stuff we were doing together
made us gay.  Being gay was something to be ashamed of, something that
people made fun of.  And he was implying that what we had done together was
somehow not reciprocal, even though it totally had been.  If anything, he'd
wanted it more than me!
      "I don't remember how the rest of the conversation went.  But I
avoided Eric like the plague for the rest of that summer.
      "I started thinking about myself a lot, worrying, wondering if maybe
I was, in fact, gay.  I knew that I thought a lot about the stuff that Eric
and I had done together, and sometimes I'd even beat off thinking about it.
      "But I also knew that I liked girls.  At least, I found them
intriguing.  And I was not about to declare myself gay just because of the
things that Eric and I had done together, if those things had even really
been gay.
      "When school started it got worse.  There was no avoiding Eric, and
he still treated me like I was diseased.  He made new friends.  They all
started to make fun of me.  Someone wrote `fag' on my locker, and I decided
I wasn't going to put up with it.  I was not about to get ostracized for
being...something I wasn't even sure I was.
      "So I stood up for myself.  I beat up the guy that wrote it on my
locker--a friend of Eric's, a really shitty person.  After that, people
stopped fucking with me.  I didn't have any trouble making new friends, and
though I'd really enjoyed spending time with Eric, I just sort of resigned
myself to the fact that he was a prick."

      "Did you ever confront Eric?" Scott asked me.
      "Yeah, but it wasn't until about a year later.  And that's a whole
other story..."
      "Tell it," Scott said.
      "It's getting kind of late, don't you think?"
      "Fuck it man, I don't have anything to do tomorrow.  I'll run down
the store and pick up another six pack.  Sound good?"
      "Yeah," I said, "sounds good."
      "Great," Scott said, throwing on a shirt.
      "Besides," I added as he stepped out of the door, "I'm gonna need
more alcohol if I'm going to relate the rest of this sordid tale."
      "Oh, shit," Scott said, smiling.  "Hold that thought and I'll be
right back."

To Be Continued

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