Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2004 15:51:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Arnold Layne <arnoldlayne69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Horny Straight Scott Part 4

Horny Straight Scott (Part 4)
By Bacteriaburger

      I put on some Pink Floyd and I'd just lit up a fresh bowl, when I
heard Scott's car pull up.  He was cradling a six pack of beer under his
arm, and he smiled at me when he saw the weed burning.
      "Right on, dude, lemme have some of that."  I passed it to him and he
sat down, putting the beer on the table.  The high crept over me--I hadn't
smoked all day, and it felt great.  After it was finished, Scott pulled two
beers off the ring and handed one to me.
      "So," he said, "You were saying?"  In a way, I'd been hoping he'd
forgotten--I didn't feel like getting into it.  But I knew I had to go on.
      "Well, there really isn't that much more to tell.  I eventually did
confront Eric.  We fought, it got physical, and afterwards I didn't catch
any more shit from him."
      "So that's it?" Scott asked.
      "Well, what's actually harder to talk about is what I started doing
with his dad, Tom."
      "His dad?" Scott said.
      "Yeah," I said.  "This had started even before I'd confronted
Eric--I'd see his dad around town, he'd mention that I didn't come around
anymore, and he'd make really sly comments, that suggested he was privy to
the sexual stuff had been going on between us.  Eventually I got the sense
that he was trying to seduce me.  It was weird, and somewhat scary, but I
couldn't deny that I was interested.  His dad was a pretty good-looking
guy, anyway--- big, muscular and handsome."
      "Like me, eh?" Scott said.
      "Yeah, whatever, fuck you," I said.
      "So you actually fooled around with him?" Scott asked.
      "I guess so.  It started out innocently enough--I'd just gone over to
their house to get a CD of mine that Eric had borrowed.  Nobody was home
but Tom.  He took me into his den to have a talk with me and...well..."
      "You started fucking your best friend's dad," Scott finished for me.
      "It didn't seem that bad at first," I said.  "I would come over in
the guise of borrowing comic books--Tom had a great comic book collection.
But I would always make sure Eric wasn't home.  Sometimes his wife would be
home, but she was pretty oblivious."
      "That's crazy," Scott said.
      "It was a little crazy.  We only did it a few times.  I always felt
terrible afterwards...I mean, the stuff we were doing was pretty heavy.  It
was undeniably sex-- gayer than gay sex.  And this was a married man, my
best friend's dad.  Every time, afterwards, I would say to myself that I
was never going to do it again.  Eventually the shame of it got to be too
much to bear.
      "Pretty soon after that I left for college, and I made a decision to
leave all that behind me, to start over again."
      "Did it work?" Scott said, smiling.
      "Apparently not.  Well, I pushed a lot of it out of my mind, and
tried to forget it had ever happened.  And though I had relationships with
girls, it never went much beyond the friendship level.  And then you came
along..."
      "And now you're crazy for me," Scott said.
      "Whatever, dude.  I'm just horny, all that pent up sexual tension..."
      "Yeah, I'm kind of feeling that now," Scott said, and he put his hand
on his crotch.  "So what did you and Eric's dad do together?"
      "All kinds of shit.  Pretty much anything you could imagine."  Scott
still looked at me expectantly, but I really didn't want to get into it in
detail.  I still felt weird about it.  Scott pressed on.
      "Did you ever, like, eat his ass?"
      "Yeah," I admitted.  Scott took this information in.  It seemed to
excite him.
      "That's something I've always been curious about.  It seems like it
would feel really good" Scott said.
      "Did your girlfriend ever go near your ass?"  I asked.
      "No way, dude.  Our sex was totally vanilla.  She'd barely even blow
me, and she would rarely let me eat her out.  Once I tried to lick her ass,
and she acted totally disgusted, so I never even though about asking her to
do it to me."
      "That's too bad," I said.  I had a raging boner at this point and was
ready to follow wherever this conversation was leading.
      "It felt really good...earlier, when you like....licked your jizz off
of my hole.  I've always wondered how it would feel to just get eaten out.
Like lay back and have somebody totally eat out my butt," Scott said.
      "I don't see the big deal, if the person's clean," I said.  We sat in
silence for a minute.  Scott took a big gulp out of his beer, and I
followed suit.
      "So..."  I looked at him, questioningly.  For some reason, I wanted
to hear him say it.
      "Would you do that for me?" Scott asked.
      "Eat out your ass?" I said.
      "Yeah.  I mean, it's not big deal if you don't want to..."
      "Yeah, dude.  I'll eat you out," I said.  Scott looked relieved.  He
stood up, his cock tenting out his shorts.
      "Let me go get cleaned up.  Have another beer." Scott went off to the
bathroom and I cracked open another Iron City.  I heard him turn on the
shower.  The more I thought about tonguing his big ass, the more I got
turned on.  I got the sense that Scott had fantasized about getting a rim
job for a long time.  The fact that this big, masculine dude got so much
pleasure from his ass threw me for a loop.
	After a few minutes Scott came back out into the living room, his
cock still tenting out the towel around his waist.
	"All clean," he said.  He took off the towel and his heavy cock
bobbed out in front of him.  "So how do you want me?"
	"Just lay face down on the couch.  Here, put some pillows under you
to prop your ass up."  I decided to take my jeans off because my cock was
so hard it was starting to hurt.  Scott lay down on the couch, his plump
ass sticking up.  I kneeled down in between his legs and parted his ass
cheeks.  His butt hole looked pink and clean, only slightly hairy, and
still looked tight despite the fact that it had gotten significantly
stretched out earlier that evening by his dildo.
	"Are you ready?" I asked.
	"Yeah," Scott said.  I raised his butt up a bit and started licking
underneath his balls.  He tasted clean and soapy.  I continued upward until
my tongue reached the soft skin of his hole.  Scott gasped.  I licked
lightly around the perimeter as Scott clenched and unclenched his butt
hole.  I was really turned on.  His ass was so firm and substantial, I had
my face practically buried in it.  I directed my tongue at his hole and
started digging in, and Scott moaned.
      I must have eaten his ass out for over an hour.  Scott just couldn't
get enough of it.  Sometimes he'd be grinding his cock into the pillow
while my tongue dug into his ass, other times he would get up on his knees
and spread his ass as far open as he could, and I'd shove my tongue in.  A
couple times when he was like that I reached underneath him and jacked his
slick cock, and he had to push my hand away because he was so close to
cumming.
      He was moaning all kinds of horny shit like "Yeah, buddy, eat my
hole," and "Stick your tongue in there as far as it can go," and even "Fuck
my hole with your tongue."  The noises he made were different from any I'd
ever heard a guy make.  He was practically whimpering with pleasure.
	Finally, I had him flip over so I could raise his legs over his
head and get at his ass that way.  He was really a sight in that position,
his thick, hairy legs rose up in the air exposing his pink hole.  The look
on his face was almost pained, he seemed so much in ecstasy.
	I was sitting up to catch my breath, and I reached over to take a
gulp out of my beer.  The beer was still cold and fizzy, and it tasted
great.  I had an idea.  I picked up Scott's towel from the floor and put it
under his ass to cover up the couch.
	"Lift up your ass as far as you can," I told Scott.  I started
pouring beer on the space underneath his balls.  I started licking it up in
the crack of his ass, then ran my mouth to catch more streaming down his
hole.  It tasted unbelievable.  I barely missed a drop.
	I had Scott get back on his hands and knees and put his ass up in
the air.  Then I poured the rest of the beer down his crack and drank as
much as I could, licking the rest of the cold, foamy beer of his fat cheeks
and crack.
	I was still eating him out ten minutes later, when he started
stroking his cock.
	"I need to come like this," he said.  He was on his back, and I dug
my face as far as I could into his butt.  He reached down with his other
hand and shoved my face into his ass, fucking his hole with my tongue.  His
hole clenched as he shot his load, and he moaned so loudly I'm sure the
neighbors must have heard.  I looked up, and he had shot a gargantuan load.
I started licking it off of his belly and followed up his hairy chest.  It
was thick, rich and hot, and it tasted great off of his sweaty, hairy skin.
      My own cock was throbbing and begging for attention.  Scott took it
in his hand and gave it only a few quick strokes before I was ready to pop.
	"Lemme eat your load," he said, so I got my hips in front of his
face and he wrapped his lips around the head.  I started shooting into his
mouth and he gulped it all down, his Adam's apple bobbing furiously in his
thick neck as I shot it into his mouth.
      When I was finished, I pulled out and looked down at him.  His eyes
were closed, and he still had some of his own load on his goatee.  I leaned
down and ate it off, and he put his tongue out to get some for himself.
For a brief moment, our tongues met.  He moved his lips up toward mine, and
then I drove my tongue into his mouth, and we kissed.  I could taste my
load in his mouth.  Before I knew it, we were making out. He was a great
kisser.
      Soon we were grinding our bodies into each other and we both had
boners again.  I reached down and started stroking Scott's cock, and
sucking on his neck.
      Suddenly Scott froze up.  I got off of him and he stood up.  For a
minute he kind of looked off into space, and I started to get scared.  Had
I gone too far?  Was he going to get weirded out?
      "Are you alright?" I asked.
      "Yeah," he said, then he looked at me.  "That was pretty intense," he
said.
      "Yeah, it was." I said.
      "I just gotta catch my breath a second," Scott said.
      "That's cool," I said.  I was still concerned.  Scott just stood
there for minute, like he didn't know what to do with himself.  Finally he
sat down beside me and opened up another beer.
      "Are you sure you're okay?" I asked.
      "I'm alright...I just wasn't expecting all of that.  It kind of took
me off guard."
      "It's okay," I said, "you know, anytime you don't want to do
anything...you don't have to do anything you don't want to, you know?"
      "Yeah, yeah, I know," he said.  We sat there in silence for a while.
It wasn't totally uncomfortable.  Both of our heads were reeling a little,
and the drugs and alcohol weren't helping matters.  Eventually we relaxed,
we still didn't say anything, but it was like there was a silent
acceptance, that we were still comfortable with each other, we were still
cool.
      "Fuck, man, I gotta get some sleep.  I have to go see my grandma
tomorrow," Scott said.
      "Yeah, I'm pretty tired, too."
      "You just wanna crash on the couch?"
      "Sure, man," I said.  Scott grabbed me a pillow and a blanket and
returned to his room.  I couldn't believe all that had transpired in the
past two nights--it was a whole lot to take in.  It was like fabric of my
existence had changed--I didn't know if I was ready for all of it.
      But it felt all right.  I was crashing on my good buddies' couch, the
couch we'd fooled around for most of the evening.  I was comfortable and
tired, and before I knew it I had drifted off to sleep.

To Be Continued

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