Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2011 13:11:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Blowing Scotty

Blowing Scotty
By
Storyguy22

   It was my sixteenth summer when I fell in lust for the first time. As my
hormone driven trudge through puberty the past couple of years had awakened
an awareness within me regarding my blossoming sexual interest in other
boys, it was the sudden appearance of Scotty in my life that finally drove
the point home. From practically the first moment I set eyes on him I
wanted him, lusted after him, and the desire quickly grew into an obsession
with me spending nearly every waking moment scheming ways to get his young
cock out of his pants, and into my hungry mouth.

   He was the sixteen year old cousin of one of my good buds, and he had
come for a summer visit of several weeks. He lived in the Southern end of
our state, an ocean front area that probably provided the motivation for
his surfer look and demeanor which was in fairly stark contrast to the more
country boy style common to me and my friends who lived in the Sierra
foothills, and were raised in an outdoors oriented manner filled with a
love of fishing, hunting, all manner of sports worship, and frequent forays
to one of many favorite swimming holes and beaches that were available from
the many rivers and small lakes that surrounded our area. It was, in fact,
a day spent at the river that cemented in my mind that I simply had to have
Scotty and began my quest to somehow accomplish that lofty goal before his
visit ended.

   Two car loads of us kids had driven out to one of our usual river spots,
probably about ten of us in all, the group consisting of six guys and four
girls who were popular in our high school. We parked the cars and hiked our
way up river about a half mile to a spot we favored for its wide and deep
pool of water so clear that you could actually count the smooth rocks on
the bottom of its twenty five foot depth. The pool was fronted by a good
sized sandy beach and numerous huge granite boulders that were perfect for
jumping and diving off of, and even more importantly, it was almost always
deserted so that it became our own little Shangri-la.

   Wide blankets were spread on the beach, and ice chests filled with sodas
and snacks were stowed in the shade of the nearby pines, and everybody
quickly peeled off whatever street clothes we had worn over our swim suits,
and it was at that moment that I first saw Scotty close to naked, and it
very nearly made my heart stand still. His smooth body was simply perfect,
tanned like a toasted marshmallow, and well toned while not being overly
buff. His upper torso was completely hairless save for a faint narrow
treasure trail running downward from his cute little navel to disappear
inside the brightly colored board shorts he wore, and I could just make out
a sparse coating of fine blond hairs on his lower legs. He enjoyed
Hollywood good looks with his helter-skelter mop of blond hair hiding his
ears and cascading over his forehead, and his cobalt-blue eyes were
highlighted by the contrast of his golden tan and the brilliant sunshine. I
knew I was staring, but couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from this
God-like creature, and as I slowly moved my hungry gaze over him I hoped
the stirring I was feeling in my crotch wouldn't give me away with a full
on boner that would certainly be obvious inside my snug swim trunks.

   My gaze lingered on the dark buttons of his cute nipples, and I felt my
mouth fill with saliva as I imagined licking and sucking the tender
nubbins, an impulse I had not actually even considered before that
moment. I dropped my eyes finally, and lingered a moment on the tight cave
of his navel and the fine line of blond hair dipping from there to
paradise, and another foreign idea of licking that little button popped
into my head. Moving my eyes very slowly, I settled on the very intriguing
definitions that bulged behind the flowery shorts, and I didn't dare to let
my mind even consider what treasures I might find there out of fear of that
boner I mentioned earlier.

    I continued my none-too-subtle appraisal of this delicious teen morsel
by trailing my gaze down his shapely legs to his feet, and decided that
even they were cute as hell, and I let out a deep sigh, fully aware that I
was smitten, totally. Lifting my eyes to his face, I was a little nonplused
to note that he was also taking a careful inventory, but alas it was not of
me, but rather one of the little bunnies we had brought along. I sighed
again, a sharp pang of jealousy filling me, and before I said or did
anything completely stupid, I turned and ran across the beach to plunge
into the cool water. Swimming across the river, I stood in waist deep water
just off the opposite shore and looked back at Scotty. I ground my teeth,
that pang of jealousy arising once more when I realized that he had settled
onto a blanket alongside Kimberly who had engaged in smiling
conversation. I ducked back into the river and swam over to one of the big
boulders and climbed up to lie in the sun a while, my face hidden in my
folded arms to avoid any further observation of Scotty putting his moves on
the succulent teen girl who was pretty much on full display in her tiny
bikini. "There is like zero chance that she will give you anything even
close to what I would, Scotty, "I telepath to him, "no chance at all, and
when she turns those hot balls of yours blue, come and see me!"

   So that the reader doesn't think that this day was a total loss, let me
assure you that the day did have it moments, those fleeting and highly
memorable moments when through our group horseplay in the water and some
mock wrestling on the beach I did manage to make brief body contact with
Scotty, opportunities that only served to further fuel my fires for
him. While it was an act I had yet to ever perform in my young life, I made
up my mind that afternoon that before this boy left town I would experience
his fine young cock in my mouth, and the sure-to-be heady taste and texture
of his warm semen on my tongue. It was my firm commitment to that pledge
that helped me keep my cool when on the drive back to town Scotty cuddled
openly with Kimberly in the backseat of my car as I threw repeated glances
at the rear view mirror. The little tramp had not even bothered to put her
cutoffs and shirt back on, and with her lithe little body barely encased in
that itty-bitty bikini I was just sure that Scotty was enjoying her ample
female charms to whatever degree she was allowing. I distracted myself with
vivid mental images of Scotty naked and hard as a rock as I drove him crazy
with my hands and mouth, and as a result found my own cock hard as steel as
it poked nearly painfully at my trunks all the way home until I could lock
myself away in my bedroom where I furiously jacked off to a massive load of
creamy cum, twice.

   A couple of days went by when I didn't see Scotty, and if anything the
absence only heightened my lust for him and while I wasn't completely sure
why I was suddenly so sexually enamored of this boy, I fully understood
that I just had to have him before he returned home, even it meant getting
my ass kicked and humiliated for trying. I was beating my poor cock half to
death every time I thought of being able to touch him, or suck him, and I
was elated to say the least when my friend called and asked me to join them
the following afternoon for some fun in the sun, swimming, and cooking up
some burgers and stuff at a nearby lake, Scotty included. I immediately
accepted the invite, and then clock-watched the rest of the night until it
was at last time to head for the lake.

   I drove out alone this time, my mind scheming on how I might somehow
entice Scotty to ride home with me which would give me an opportunity to
make my moves on him, and just mentally playing out those scenarios had my
dick hard and pulsing. Arriving at the parking area I spotted my friends
ride and I parked nearby, and then walked over to the beach area. They must
have come early, I thought, because they had all of the blankets and stuff
setup and the BBQ pit was ready to fire up. They had stretched a net across
the beach and had a lively game of volleyball going on when I dropped my
stuff onto the sand and stripped down to my swim suit. I walked over to the
net and dropped down onto the warm sand, watching them all, and Scotty in
particular as they bopped the ball back and forth. It was a hot sight, all
that exposed young flesh, and I swore I could see Scotty's dick flopping
around inside his shorts as he jumped and slashed at the ball in flight. I
noted too that Kimberly's bikini of the day seemed even more miniscule than
the day at the river, and I also noted that this fact was not lost on
Scotty who was grabbing any opportunity to make contact with the svelte and
pretty girl. That green-eyed monster stirred within me again, but I told
myself that good things come to those who wait.

   After one side scored 21 they called a break, and we all went for a swim
in the lake followed by some Frisbee tossing and football throwing until
evening rolled around and the charcoal was lit and the food was
cooked. After eating everyone kind of settled in on the blankets as it
began to sunset, and I was again perplexed that Scotty and Kimberly had
apparently become a kind of pair, sharing their own blanket and chatting
pretty intimately. Eventually, they got up and announced that they were
going for a beach walk, and wandered off. I frowned, figuring that any hope
I had harbored of separating Scotty from the herd to ride home with me
wasn't going to happen today. I sighed, admonishing myself to stay patient,
and resumed chatting and laughing with my friends.

   Maybe an hour later, just as it got really dark, a pretty much flustered
Kimberly came huffing back to our site alone, and obviously not happy about
something. She and the other girls commiserated a bit, and then Sandy told
Alan that Scotty and Kim had suffered some kind of disagreement, and that
she wanted to be taken home, right then and there. Alan furrowed his brow
at this pronouncement, feeling himself kind of responsible for his visiting
cousin, and I quickly seized the opportunity I heard knocking, telling Alan
to not sweat it, go ahead and take the others home and I would round up
Scotty and see that he got home. Relieved to have the issue resolved, Alan
agreed, and the others loaded up, and left. I walked down the sand in the
direction that Kimberly had arrived from, and after several minutes I came
across Scotty sitting on a dune. I dropped my blanket down beside him, then
sat down and smiled at him as I gently teased him about pissing off
Kimberly. He snorted, shaking his head as he muttered,

   "Fuck her...she is nothing but a freaking prick tease, anyway."

   Yup, pretty much, I thought as I probed him about what had happened, and
not surprising me at all, he told me,

   "Shit, Dude, she has been playing with me since that day at the
river...those hot little bikinis, and waving her hot little tits and ass in
my face all the time...even letting me cop a feel when nobody is
looking...hell, I was sure she was gonna let me finally pop my cherry when
she hauled me along on this walk tonight...but no..fucking broad
practically yelled "rape" when I tried going for her pussy...shit!"

   He was so pissed and frustrated as he blurted all that out in pretty
much one non-stop sentence that I almost laughed. Apparently Ms. Kim had
worked her usual games on the poor guy, games that we locals had figured
out some time ago, but poor Scotty had found out the hard way. Going for my
best sympathetic expression, I pressed him for details, and he provided
them in another rush as he told me,

   "Shit, Dude...we walk on down here and spread the blanket out kind of
behind this dude here, and we get into some serious spit-swapping and
stuff, you know, and when I start playing with her little tits she is all
good with it, big time, so I figure, go for it, right...?...and I manage to
pop open her little top so her boobs are free and easy for me to play
with...shit...sucked those pointy nipples and all that, and she is all into
it, so I'm thinking, hell yea Scotty-boy...go for the gold...she wants it
too...so I kind of slide my hand up her leg, right...?...and when I touch
her pussy she starts all freaking out...pushing me away, and stuff...but
hell, I figure she is just playing it cool, you know, when she really is as
hot for it as me, so I make a serious stab at yanking that tiny little
bottom piece off her quim to get her all naked, and man...she fucking goes
ape-shit, big time...even slapped the shit of me, the bitch...so I cool it
some..back off a bit, and then ask her to just jack me off...fuck dude...by
this time my cock is hard enough to break, and my balls actually ache, for
shits sake...so I peel down my shorts and let the monster out, you
dig...?...and that totally wigs her, Dude...I mean like totally...fuckin'
slaps me again, then hauls off up the beach...shit...I swear, Dude...it
ain't never going to happen for me...I'll never get my dick touched except
by myself...damn it!"

   Two thoughts occurred to me nearly simultaneously as a very animated
Scotty spieled all that out; 1, that I didn't dare bust out laughing like I
really wanted to do, and 2, that I just heard that opportunity character
knock again...loudly..! Inhaling to calm my nerves, I said evenly,

   "Wow, Scotty...that really sucks, Dude...freaking women can be such
bitches...uh, Dude...listen...I think that maybe me and you can kind of
help each other here...if you're up for it I mean...no pressure..."

   He calmed al little then, and looked at me, those stunning eyes causing
butterflies in my stomach. He blinked a few times, and asked,

   "What...?...help each other how?"

   Another big breath, and I plunged onward, saying,

   "Well, it's not something that I would want people I'm tight with to
know about...but...well, the truth is that you seem pretty much desperate
to have somebody play with your cock and stuff...and...well, I have kind of
been...um...well, shit...I been really thinking a lot about how it might be
to play with a dude's dick...not that I'm gay...just really curious about
it...so I thought maybe...well, you get my drift...!"

   He looked at me for a long beat without speaking, and it was impossible
to read his face, and I just held my breath, unsure if was going to laugh,
or punch me out, or, please God, say okay. It seemed like forever he just
sat there looking at me, and finally a sly little smile turned up his
mouth, and he said,

   "So then...am I getting this straight...?...you would be willing to play
with my dick and stuff...uh...get me off and all that...?...that the deal?"

   Fearing my heart might explode in my hammering chest, I simply nodded,
and mumbled,

   "Yea...that's what I'm saying Dude...exactly...and we both get happy,
right...? And hey, nobody ever knows...just our thing...what do you think?"

   His little smile widened then, and he looked right into my eyes and
answered,

   "I think... that you should scoot over and make some room for me on that
blanket."

   In a flash I complied, my pulse climbing off the chart as he settled in
beside me, stretching out on his back with his hands behind his head. I sat
there a moment, my eyes carefully watching him for any sign that he was
putting me on, and when he just winked, and mumbled something that sounded
like "all yours, Dude"...I just went for it. I reached out my hand and kind
of rubbed his bare chest, the sensation of his warm and silky skin under my
fingers causing me to groan softly, and I quickly warmed to the task,
running my fingers over his little nipples, and then his round shoulders
and along his arms before moving back to his chest, and his flat
tummy. Moving lower, I ran my hand over his shorts, and nearly gasped out
loud when I felt the rigid thickness of his hard cock pushing up into my
palm as he moved his hips slightly. I gripped him, closing my fingers over
his fleshy tube of boyhood, and he shuddered, a soft moan coming from his
chest.

   "Oh my God that feel good...!" he hissed as I squeezed his cock
repeatedly.

   "Uh-huh, it sure does...damn, Scotty, you have a really nice cock,
Dude...really nice!" I blurted.

   He splayed his legs wider, and I went a bit lower to cup his balls, and
he groaned again as he dropped his forearm over his eyes as I touched
him. Still working his cock, I used my other hand to again rub his smooth
chest and tease at his nipples for a bit, and when I moved to slide his
shorts down his legs, he lifted his butt to help me as he mumbled,

   "Oh fuck yea...do it...let that bad-boy out...I think I might cum in my
shorts if you don't...!"

   There was a small button, and a zipper at the fly which I worked open,
and then I tugged the shorts down his legs, and off his feet. I sat back
for a moment to admire his now naked beauty, and as I stared at his
beautiful cock and balls I felt my saliva flood my mouth. Gingerly reaching
out to lift its weighty girth in my hand, I marveled at the smoothness and
hardness of it, the incredible warmth of it, and I felt somehow that I had
finally found my place. I told him how beautiful his cock was, and trust me
I was speaking pure truth when I said it. It was a perfectly formed tube of
pulsing young meat, a good six inches long and thicker than my own, neatly
circumcised so that the wide head was a perfect mushroom shape, wider than
the shaft and a slightly purplish hue. I admired the tiny slit at its
center and noted the glistening droplet of oozing moisture there, and I was
very nearly drooling with lust for it all. He had a scant thatch of light
colored pubes at the base of his cock, and his balls wee plump, and
hairless between his creamy thighs, and I gently explored them with my hand
before I resumed stroking his rock hard cock. Scotty seemed to be really
into it all now, his hips steadily bucking against my grip as precum oozed
from his tiny slit, and without really considering what I was doing I
leaned in and licked the slippery knob of his cock, the tart fluid there
biting at my taste buds.

   "Holly shit, Dude...oh my God...yea...suck it...oh man, please suck
it..!" he yelped.

   And I did, just like that...I opened my mouth and took him in as if were
the most natural act ever, and he groaned in pleasure as I searched for and
found a rhythm, bobbing my head up and down as I literally slobbered over
his delicious young cock. While I had never done anything like this before,
I took to it like a duck to water, and for the second time that evening I
felt like I had been born for this incredible act. His rigid boyhood felt
wonderful sliding in and out of my drooling mouth, and I savored the taste
of his flowing juices, and I was actually eager to experience the sudden
burst of warm cum I knew he would soon deliver. Recalling how I most always
added to my own masturbatory pleasures by fondling my balls as I jerked, I
gently captured his plump scrotum in my hand and fondled the twin orbs it
contained, and judging from the groans and gasps coming from Scotty I was
definitely doing things right. His narrow hips rose and fell in sync with
my bobbing head, and his saliva coated shaft slid effortlessly over my
tongue, and even the slightly lewd slurping sounds I was making excited
me. I could feel my own boner leaking inside my shorts and I shifted my
body slightly so that it rubbed on my thigh, sending waves of pleasure
through me as I focused on making Scotty cum. I wanted it badly now, wanted
to taste his goo and feel it spurting into my mouth, and I didn't have long
to wait. Scotty was actually panting now and his hips bucked faster as he
grunted out something about cumming. I moved faster, tightening my lips on
his shaft as my tongue tip teased at the head, and with a low growling
sound, he erupted.

   The first spurt seemed massive, and I nearly gagged as it seemed to fill
the back of my throat as I reflexively gulped it down. He quickly shot
again, and again, both copious offerings which were followed by some weaker
spurts and dribbles until he seemed spent. He shuddered strongly, his
breathing ragged and raspy as I continued to suck his now wilting cock. I
pulled off finally, and kind of swilled his warm cream around in my mouth,
finally swallowing it all as he lay there watching me, a stunned expression
on his cute face. I felt my face go warm, knowing that I was blushing at
the idea of him watching me swallow his load, and I gave him a kind of
nervous grin. He blinked a few times, and then grinned widely, and said,

   "Damn, Dude...wow...that was, like, totally amazing...prolly the best
thing I ever felt...mind-blowing, for sure...so thanks, Dude...my
God...thanks!"

   I shrugged nervously, nodding my head in agreement as I quickly fished
out my own raging erection and pumped it a few times until my cum exploded
out to paint the blanket and the sand beyond. I saw that Scotty was
watching me stroke my load off, and it excited me that he had witnessed it,
and as I milked down the final dribbles I saw him smile as he told me,

   "Nice load, man...really nice...uh...nice dick, too!"

   I blushed some more, but loved his saying that, and I left my softening
cock out as I lay down beside him, gazing up at the stars as I reflected on
having actually sucking him off. Wow, I thought, that was so cool...I'm so
glad I decided to suck him...and...it will definitely not be the last time
I do it...definitely not!"

   Eventually, we got it together and hiked back to my car where we tossed
our stuff in back, and then headed for Alan's house. We chatted pretty
casually on the way, neither of us especially awkward about what we had
done, and in fact as Scotty began rather graphically describing the great
feelings I had given him I felt my horniness returning. I parked at the
curb in front of the now darkened house, and we continued our chatting, and
when Scotty turned to face me and ask, very seriously, if I thought that I
might want to suck him off again before he left town I gave a reply
straight from the heart as I answered,

   "I definitely want to suck you more before you leave, yes, and...I'd
really like the next time to be right now!"

   He flashed a great smile, and glanced over at the quiet house briefly
before settling back in the seat. He quickly skinned his board shorts down
his thighs, releasing his very hard boyhood to the night air, and he
grinned at me again, and said simply,

   "You got it, Dude...suck me off again!"

   And of course I did just that, happily taking another heavy load of his
sweet honey down my throat before sending him inside for some sleep. And, I
was able to repeat the pleasure a few more times before he returned to his
home. From that point I never looked back, seizing any opportunity to suck
cock that came my way through my remaining high school days, and still more
at college. While the pleasure was reciprocated on a fair number of
occasions over the years and it was always wonderful from that perspective,
but for me it was the act of providing that unique pleasure to others was
to be my primary source of pleasure. I owe Scotty for that.


The End
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