Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2008 13:51:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Making Scotty Cum (3)

Making Scotty Cum
By
Storyguy22

(3)


   As it turned out several days passed before Scotty and I had the
opportunity to get together following the incredible afternoon when we had
first experimented with sexual exploration together. He had left a late
night voice mail on my cell phone saying that one of his Grandparents had
taken a bad fall, and his family was leaving immediately do deal with the
situation in a distant city, and that he would call me back as soon as they
returned.

   That call had come as I drove home from school this afternoon, and I was
now very much looking forward to picking Scotty up to go have a pizza where
we could catch up, and I was anxious to a degree, given that he had had a
fair block of time to ponder our earlier activities. It was true that at
the conclusion of our adventure he had been more than enthusiastic about
what had happened, but I was fully aware that some part of that attitude
was influenced by the excitement and newness of what he had experienced for
the first time, and that now, after several days, there was a chance that
he might have developed some second thoughts. Kind of like buyers remorse,
I thought, like being ecstatic about buying a new car until the reality of
the first payment set in.

   As I turned onto Scotty's street I couldn't seem to shake the foreboding
feeling that my anxious brooding had brought on, and as I turned into his
driveway, I regretted having let my thoughts go in that direction in the
first place. But, my angst suddenly seemed to vaporize as the front door
swung open, and Scotty came bounding across the lawn toward me. As usual,
he looked delicious and just watching his lithe body rush toward me caused
my cock to stir. He was dressed in pair of dark blue tennis shorts and a
white tank top that left bare his smooth shoulders and arms, and as he slid
into the passenger side door, he flashed me one of his dazzling smiles as
he extended his hand for a slap of my own.

   "Hey Robby...how's it going Dude...?" he chirped.

   I held onto his soft, warm hand as I smiled back at him, and answered,

   "Hey Scotty...it's all good, pretty much...man, am I glad to see
you...how did it go with the trip?"

   He glanced down at where I still held his hand, a soft flush flaring
over his smooth cheeks, and, unsure how to read the reaction, I let go. His
expression changed to what may have been a small frown, but he covered it
quickly with another smile that was maybe a touch lower wattage than the
first one, or it may have just been me, as he told me,

   "It's okay now...my Grandma fell on some stairs, and they thought maybe
she broke something...but it turned out to just be kind of a nasty bruise,
so she's okay now except for having to use a cane for a while."

   With him sitting there so close, and looking so damn sweet, not to
mention that his very subtle but very effective cologne scent wafting
through the car it was simply impossible for me to resist touching him in
some way, and I tossed caution to the wind, and dropped my hand onto his
thigh and gave it a squeeze as I said,

   "That's great, Scotty...I'm really glad she wasn't seriously
injured...and I'm even more glad that you are back home...I've missed you."

   He dropped his gaze again to where I held onto his thigh, but he didn't
make any effort to pull away from the contact, or make mention of it. The
silence lingered for a slightly awkward moment and I resisted the powerful
urge to slide my hand into his nicely bulging crotch, and finally he
inhaled deeply, and let the breath go as he replied,

   "Yea, thanks Dude...I'm glad too...and I'm freaking starving
too...uh...pizza, I mean...!"

   Right...pizza...of course Scotty-boy...whatever else would you be
starving for?

   I smiled, and nodded as I reluctantly recovered my hand and sat up
behind the wheel as I shifted into reverse, and said,

   "Got it...I'm actually pretty...hungry...myself...how does Franks sound
to you?"

   "Awesome!" was his to the point answer, so I set off in the direction of
Franks, a small hole-in-the-wall joint with possibly the planets best
pizza.

   As I drove, Scotty chatted a bit about his trip, bemoaning the complete
lack of privacy the visit to the Grandparents had mandated, and the
seemingly endless hours stuck in the car with his parents, and the even
worse experience of having to actually sleep an entire night in a motel
room shared with his parents. Scotty-boy, I read between the lines was very
probably suffering that most dreaded of teen boys ailments commonly known
as D.S.B...or...Dreaded Semen Backup! Well, I thought as my dick stirred
yet again, I know exactly how to cure that nagging problem.

   By the time we had waited for a table, and then inhaled the delicious
pizza it had grown nearly dark outside. I paid the tab, and we walked back
to my car, our hunger for food no longer an issue. What remained to be
determined was the extent of our emotional hunger, and I was definitely
interested in doing some research on that issue. Back in the car, I fired
up, and we drove up and down the main drag a few times, waving to several
school friends who were doing the same thing we were which was pretty much
the evening past time for our group. Finally I peeled off onto a freeway on
ramp, and then drove a few miles out of town before exiting on the road
that led out to the large county park that surrounded a nice little
lake. Once free of the high speed traffic of the freeway and just kind of
slowly following the empty road to the parking lot, I relaxed and took one
hand off the wheel, and reached over to grip Scotty's thigh. He kind of
tensed up at the contact, and scooted over toward the door a little
further, so I pulled my hand away and gave him a quick glance. Nothing was
said, but I sensed a new tension in the air, and I began to worry that my
boy was having some kind of issues with our new level of relationship. I
hoped not, but couldn't stop myself from letting his reaction worry me as I
drove into the parking lot near the lake, and stopped the car in the
shadows of a grove of big oaks.

   It had gone dark, but the parking lot was ringed by tall light standards
which provided sufficient ambient light to the cars interior that I could
clearly see Scotty's tense body language, and I didn't especially like what
I was seeing at the moment. I turned partly toward him, and laid my arm
across the seat back as I tried a gentle probe, asking him,

   "Scotty...something wrong Dude...?"

   He didn't respond right away, and I saw him tighten, his hands folded in
his lap while he worked his fingers against each other. He glanced at me
briefly, and then dropped his gaze to concentrate way more than he needed
to on his wringing hands while he sucked in a big breath and let it go. I
moved my arm, letting my fingers lightly trace the soft hairs at the back
of his neck as I tried it again, saying,

   "Okay, so there is something...you going to tell me what's up so we can
talk about it or whatever...or are you going to just sit there frowning
while I get crazy trying to figure out what I said, or did...?"

   Another deep breath which he released in a loud whoosh, and he turned to
face me, blinking rapidly as he muttered,

   "Just...well, I been...um...thinking...a lot,
actually...about...well...about us...and...all that...stuff...we did
before...you know...and...that's all..."

   Well, I thought, that comment says both a lot, and, nothing at
all. Hell, I had been thinking about what we had done together too, it was
practically ALL I had been thinking about...well...that, and how soon we
could do it all again. But Scotty was clearly troubled about it in some
way, and I needed to understand his angst before I could attempt to resolve
it, so I probed again with,

   "Hey Dude...don't think that I haven't been thinking about all that
too...I have...a lot...the difference seems to be that thinking about that
makes me feel great, and that apparently is not quite the case with you..."

   He looked at me again, and he kind of shivered as I continued to run my
fingers along the back of his neck, and tease at his ear a little. Finally
he licked those soft, lush lips, and said very softly,

   "No...it does that to me too...makes me feel good, I mean...the weird
part is that...I'm not so sure it's supposed to...make me feel...how it
does...I mean...shit...is it okay for me to think about us...kissing...is
it okay for me to think that I really want to do that again...two
guys...jeez...so is it, Robby...?...is thinking I want you to...kiss
me...is that a good thing?"

   I smiled at him, and kind of nodded my head as an impulse to blurt out
"hell yes it's okay" flashed through my mind, but I held it in check as I
slowly leaned into him while I put some mild pressure on the back of his
neck, bringing him closer as I said quietly,

   "Why don't we find out...?" and I kissed him, softly at first, right on
his lush warm mouth.

   "UMmmm...!: he mumbled, his mouth resisting a little at first, and then
blessedly softening as his lips parted, and his tongue thrust out to meet
my own.

   He tasted so sweet, and I loved the soft little noises he was making as
our tongues danced, and our lips moved together and my cock immediately
turned into a stalk of steel as Scotty let himself go and his lithe body
kind of melted against me. I ran my hand up and down his bare arm, savoring
the smoothness of his warm skin, and then I let it fall into his lap, and
suddenly realized that no matter his outward reluctance, Scotty was every
bit as into this as I was. On some emotional level he may have been
wrestling with himself, but, his rigid boyhood wasn't the least bit
interested in the conflict. I gripped him, squeezing his hardness, and he
moaned into my mouth before pulling back from the kiss and burying his face
against my chest as he whispered,

   "Oh fuck Rob...damn it...it just feels so...awesome!"

   I stroked him up and down as I muttered something that signaled my
complete agreement with that remark, and I used my forearms to push him
back against the car door. I bent over him, and managed to work his shirt
up and over his head, and the indirect light washed over his smooth chest,
and flat tummy. I took a second to savor the view, and when my hungry gaze
settled onto his bulging erection, a nearly drooled as my mouth flooded
with saliva as I clearly imagined that sculpted hardness filling my
mouth. I reached for his shorts, tugging at them in a nearly frenzied way,
and my once reluctant Scotty eagerly lifted his cute little butt to aid my
efforts. Quickly, I pushed the shorts down his shapely legs, and Scotty
shook the garment from his feet, and then lay back over the car seat,
glorious in all his nakedness. His boyhood glistened in the soft light,
thick and pulsing against his smooth abdomen and his taut little pouch
rested plump against his thighs. I stared at his breath taking beauty a few
seconds, and then I gulped, as I reached out to run my trembling hands over
his warm smooth skin as I mumbled breathlessly,

   "God Scotty...you're so perfect...beautiful...no wonder I can hardly
keep my hands off you...!"

   He was almost purring as I touched him everywhere, his face and neck,
his shoulders and firm arms, his pointed little nipples, and his flat
tummy, even his creamy upper thighs, all the while managing to bypass that
throbbing young cock and balls. But that self-imposed denial was at an end
now, and I briefly wondered which was the wetter, my drooling mouth or my
steadily oozing cock, and without reaching a verdict on that, I dropped
down, and ran my very wet tongue all over Scotty's balls. His legs
instantly splayed as far apart as the confines of the car would allow, and
I carefully captured the tender nuggets into my mouth and sucked
them. Scotty gasped loudly, his fingers threading into my hair as I sucked
his balls, and then let them go to trail my tongue beneath them as I traced
the firm little seam of skin that ran from his scrotum toward his hidden
little treasure. His scents wafted over me, making me light headed as I
teased at his warm crease with my tongue, and he groaned repeatedly,
finally hissing loudly,

   "AWwww shit Robby...suck me man...please...you just gotta...suck
me...I'm so gonna blow...!"

   Now that, I thought, is much better...never mind that reluctance, the
doubts about weirdness, and ALL that bologna...the anxious finger pulls in
my hair, and the thrusting of his narrow hips as he begged me to suck him
off was one hell of a lot more like it, and, I did not disappoint...hell,
at that point if he had been begging me NOT to suck him, I doubt I could
have resisted, but I would never know for sure, because I instantly
complied, abandoning my rear assault for the time being as I shifted
around, and slid his very excited boyhood into my mouth.

   "OHhh...ahhhh...God yes...!" he growled as I began bobbing over him, my
fingers probing his balls.

   His precum was running like a bad hose bib, and the tart taste of it
only increased my flowing saliva, and my own wantonness was fully on
display as my fevered groans and nearly obscene slurping noises filled the
cars interior. Scotty's little butt was pumping up into me as I sucked him,
and if there was any kind of downside to this little splice of paradise it
was the obvious fact that it was simply going to be over far too soon. He
was grunting repeatedly as his hips bucked, and I worked feverishly to get
him where he so badly wanted to go, and in another few moments he arrived,
big time. He yanked hard on my hair as he thrust upward sharply, his rock
hard cock jamming into the back of my throat as I felt it swell, and then
spasm sharply as he began forcefully spurting his warm creamy nectar into
my mouth.

   "AGggggg Jesus Robby...cummin Dude...OHhhhh...!"

   The term "cummin" didn't actually do the event justice, at least not
from my prospective. The dear boy simple erupted, or maybe exploded,
whatever, but his bucking beauty seemed to just keep spitting his
sweetness, flooding my mouth again and again no matter how I struggled to
gulp it down. Finally, it abated to much smaller spasms that offered small
dribbles of his essence, and I slowed to just a gentle suckle of his now
wilting boyhood as he continued to shudder, and pant. He finally stopped
trying to rip my hair out of my head, and his tightly wound body began to
soften, and relax. I let his cock slip out of my mouth, and looked at him,
smiling at his flushed and spent expression. He blinked several times, and
then met my gaze, and one of those mega-watt smiles spread over his sweet
face. He shook his head slowly, and managed with small gasps,

   "Dude...my God...amazing...that may be weird...but...man...I sure do
like it!"

   I chuckled, taking his soft little boyhood in my fingers and just gently
squeezing it as I replied,

   "Coolness...actually, it is definitely MY kind of weirdness, if that's
what it is...!

  (To Be Continued)
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