Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2003 06:29:36 -0600
From: Kryton Ex <krytonex@hotmail.com>
Subject: Scott and Scamp 4

     I sat in Scott's bed with his covers up to my neck,
staring at his mom like a deer in headlights, hoping she did
anything but ask me what we were doing.  She could walk
away; beat me up, anything as long as I did not have to
answer that question.  But Fate is a cruel character and the
first thing out of Mama's mouth was, "What were you two
doing?"  Fear crossed my face; a hundred lies ran through my
head, none of them were appropriate for the situation.
Everything from "my dog ate it" to "it wasn't me" ran
through my mind in a moment that seemed to last forever.  I
finally decided to mumble the truth, but before I could open
my mouth to speak, Mama saved me.  She held up her hand and
said, "Wait...it's none of my business.  I am going to go
call Papa, get dressed; we are heading to the jail."  I let
out a sigh of relief and began putting on my clothes.
     I headed down stairs; she was at the door waiting for
me.  "Papa is going to meet us there."  As Mama drove to the
jail she was unusually quiet, she didn't seem mad, she
seemed to be thinking.  Then from the silence she asked,
"Where you having sex?" She asked like it was just the next
part of a conversation we had been having.  But since I am
not a mind reader I had missed the conversation up to this
point.  My heart sank into my stomach as my mind began
working on an answer, but before I could come up with one
Mama again raised up her hand and said, "Never mind....it's
none of my business."  I once again relaxed.  Right before
we got to the jail she did it again.  "Is Scott gay?" Again
I was freaking out, but before my blood pressure could rise
too much she said, "Don't tell me...it's none of my
business."
     We got to the jail and headed to a waiting room.  It
was just a small room with a large table in it, other than
the chairs nothing else would fit in this room.  Papa was
there with Scott and a lawyer, Mr. Inglewood, he was a plump
man in his fifties and balding, he looked kind of stupid to
me.  I took a seat next to Scott, Mama sat across from me
next to Papa and the lawyer was at the head of the table.
Mr. Inglewood began speaking, "Well, from what I can see,"
looking through the papers in front of him, "Francis might
be looking at some hard time."
     With this Scott glared at the lawyer like he was going
to kill him.  "Call me Scott," he said in a threatening
voice.
     Mr. Inglewood was actually scared of Scott, I could
tell from his body language.  He sat back some, away from
Scott, adjusted his bow tie and apologized. "Sorry, Mr.
Scott.  Looking at your record you could be facing 2 to 5
years for this."
     "FIVE YEARS?" I shouted.
     Scott shook his head.  "This is a six month stretch at
the most.  I am still a minor."
     "Yes, but the DA could tri you as an adult" the lawyer
replied.
     "First off, Curt Mathews has a rap sheet longer than
mine so this is going to be hard to prosecute anyway.
Secondly, this isn't an election year, the DA has nothing to
prove and I am not worth the extra paperwork, I see a nice
plea in my future, probably three months"
     "Well, we can hope.  I am going to try to get your bail
hearing moved up as soon as possible."  With that Mr.
Inglewood grabbed his papers and left.  It was clear he did
not like Scott.
     Scott was the first to speak, "This guy is a moron.  I
want my lawyer."
     "I will call him as soon as I get home and see if he
can come down here dear.  I am sorry; Mr. Inglewood did seem
a little new to law." Mama said as she reached across the
table to take Scott's hand.  Se let go just long enough to
pull some change out of her purse and hand it to me.
"Sweetie, could you run and get me a soda?"
     "Sure." I exclaimed.  Happy that I was still, "sweetie"
and that I did not have to be in the room when Papa found
out what happened this morning because I was sure that is
why I was being sent from the room.  I left the room and
closed the door, there was an officer sitting across from
the door to take Scott back to his cell when we were done.
I smiled at him, nodded my head and leaned against the door
to listen in.
     "I am guessing you want to talk about this morning."
Scott said.
     "You don't have to explain, it's none of my business."
     "Of course it is Mama, you gave birth to me; everything
I do is your business." Scott said in his softest voice.  I
could imagine them holding hands across the table as he fed
her this bullshit.  I almost got weepy.  But now I knew the
reply to "It's none of my business"
     "What did you do?" Papa asked confusingly.
     "Mom walked in on me and Justin in bed together." I had
never heard him say my real name. I wasn't sure if he knew
it.
     "Doing what?" Papa asked, he just wasn't getting it.
     "What people do when they are in bed together."
     "Sleep?" I love Papa, but he was damn thick headed.
     "No, that other thing."
     "Oh..." there was three seconds of silence as the
neurons in Papa's head were firing "WHAT?" he screamed.
     "Mama, I love him." My heart melted and I sighed
against the door.  I looked like someone who had just gotten
home from the perfect date; the officer across from me was
confused because he was far enough from the door that he
could not here what they were saying.
     "Well, he is a good boy.  I would prefer if he was a
good girl, but you can't choose who you love, your father is
living proof of that." Mama could be great at times.
     "What about Chas?" Papa asked. "Oww..." he yelled.  I
could just picture Mama back handing him for that one.
     "If I ever see that thieving tramp again, I will kill
her.  She is NOT a good girl."
     I laughed; happy I ranked above "thieving tramp".  That
is when I remembered I was supposed to be getting soda.  I
tried to run to the soda machine but I could not find it.  I
finally found it and headed back.  I knocked on the door and
opened it.
     "Sorry, I could not find the soda machine."
     "In other words, you were at the door listening in and
forgot" Scott laughed.
     "That too," was my answer.
     "Well, you guys got your alone time, can I be alone
with Scamp for a sec?"
     "Okay," said Mama "I will wait for you in the car
Scamp."
     I nodded.  After they left, Scott gave me a big hug.
He picked me up and sat me on the table.  The table was high
enough that sitting on it I came face to face with Scott.
"I am sorry," he said softly smiling at me.
     "Sorry, for what?" I asked.
     "For getting arrested during your moment."
     "My moment?"
     "Yeah, I was about to deflower you."
     "WE WERE ABOUT TO HAVE SEX?!?!?!" I yelled.  I had no
idea we were about to go all the way.
     "Um...yeah..."
     "But we had just agreed to take things slow."
     "I know...but you being so patient with me made me want
to make love to you all the more," he said rubbing my arm.
     "Let me get this straight, me saying, `we don't have to
have sex' made you want to have sex?"
     "Well, yeah."
     We both started laughing.  Then we both stopped at the
same time, staring in each others eyes.  I closed my eyes as
he leaned in to kiss me.  I wrapped my arms around his neck
and gently sucked on his lip.  He was so wonderful and I
loved him so much and best of all.  He was mine.
     "You know what Scamp; you make me a better man." I
started laughing hysterically.  "What?" he asked.
     "I saw that movie, and you misquoted it"
     "I got that from a movie?"
     "I saw that movie with YOU, dork."
     He started laughing too. "Well, I meant it anyway."
     We kissed and hugged for a little longer and then we
had to say our good byes.
     Mama was her usual chatty self on the ride back.  I did
not hear a word she said; it was all white noise in the
background of my thoughts. When we got home I walked up to
Scott's room and crashed on his bed.  I stared at the
ceiling and thought about all that was going on.  Scott
loved me.  But Scott was in jail, soon to be prison for
anywhere from 3 months to 5 years.  If it were only three
months that would be all of summer.  Five years was all on
high school and part of college.  It was Sunday, I had
school tomorrow.  How was I going to get there?  I had not
gone to school without Scott since I met him.  If he stayed
home, I stayed with him and vice versa.  And I could not
keep sleeping at the Scotts' house without Scott here.
     This was not acceptable.  No one sends my knight to
prison.  I was pissed at Curt.  I wanted to kick his ass
too, but I had no hope of winning a fight against someone
that size or against someone in general.  But I did have one
resource.  I was damn smart.  I needed a plan.  My father
had passed the Bar and he worked in the DAs office, but he
was not a lawyer, he was a researcher of some sort, a paper
jockey.  Maybe had we ever spoke I would know something
about law, but since we did not ever speak I had to fall
back on every episode of Law and Order I had ever seen for
legal knowledge.
     Thank god for marathons, they are the best friend to a
person without any friends.  And they gave me a plan. I kept
thinking about Scott saying he would not do hard time
because he was still a minor.  Sure, if I implemented my
plan I would burn in the hottest spot in hell for all
eternity, but hey Curt Matthews would have the spot next to
mine.  If Curt was pressing charges he would have to stay in
town, I needed to get back to the motel they were at, but I
had no transportation. I glanced over at the key to Scott's
bike.  No way, I thought.  I will get killed.  Scott had
taught me how to ride his bike, but he was on it, so if I
got in trouble he could take over.  No way, I was brave
enough to do this alone.
     That is when I thought about how he said I made him a
better man.  After seeing Scott around the Regulators, I
thought, maybe I influence him to be kind and gentle.  Maybe
he isn't like with other people.  Maybe he has rubbed off on
me too.  Maybe I have a drop of his bravery and ruthlessness
in me.  If I do, that would be all I needed to pull this
off.  I grabbed the keys and headed out the door before I
could think anymore.  Scott had saved me from living a
lonely pathetic life and I would be damned if I let my
savior rot in prison.
     The first block or two, I was terrified, but by the
time I got to the motel I felt like I had been riding
Scott's bike my entire life.  I knocked on the door and one
of the girls answered.
     "I need to speak to Curt."
     "He isn't here."
     "Then I need to speak to Chas."
     "She is with Curt."
     "Where are they?"
     "County."
     "Hospital? Why are they there?"
     "Because your friend messed Curt up pretty bad."
     "How old is Curt?"
     "Twenty, why?"
     "No reason."
     I turned around and headed to the bike.  I did not even
bother saying good bye.  I rode up to County Hospital.  I
walked up to the desk and said, "Curt Matthews, please."
     "Are you a relative?" she asked.
     "Yes, I am his younger brother."
     "Down the hall, room 257"
     "Thanks."
     When I got there Chas was sitting next to Curt who was
laying on the bed in pretty bad shape.  At first he was hard
to look at.  But I mustarded up my poker face which I needed
for this bluff. "Chas, can you leave us alone for a minute."
She looked at Curt and he nodded his approval.  I felt so
sorry for him, I threw my plan out the window and decided to
plead with him.  "Please, Curt.  Drop the charges.  You and
Scott are friends and I know he did not mean the hurt you as
bad as he did.  He is very sorry, you have been to prison,
you know what it is like, if you ever truly cared about
Scott don't do this."
     Curt's face was all bandaged and he could not move his
mouth enough to speak above a whisper.  I leaned in to hear
his reply. "Fuck you." He whispered in my ear.  My face
turned serious and my eyes cut through him.  If he wanted to
play hardball, fine then.
     "If you send Scott to prison, you will be keeping him
company.  I will go to the police and tell them that the
reason Scott bashed your head in was because you raped me."
     "But I didn't" he whispered.
     "I know that and you know that, even Scott knows that,
but no one else knows what happened last night while they
were passed out.  It will be my word against yours.  I am a
straight A student who has never even J-walked.  You are a
piece of shit with a rap sheet thick as a phone book."
     "The Regulators will defend me."
     "Oh...and there word is better than yours?  They are
your gang buddies!  I can see your defense.  `Scott didn't
beat me up for raping Justin; he beat me up for raping him.'
And you aren't a minor either; you are looking at serious
time.  And I bet there are other sexual assault convictions
in your past, am I right?  You will be in prison far longer
than Scott."
     "I won't be convicted." He said in a raspy unsure
voice.
     "Are you willing to take the chance?" I asked
defiantly.
     "You got balls kid.  I will drop the charges."
     As I was leaving, Chas went back in.  She caught me
before I left the hospital and asked for a ride back to the
motel.  I told her sure and she got on.  When we reached the
motel everyone was outside waiting for us.  I knew something
was up but before I could do anything I was being pulled off
the bike and getting my assed kicked.  I was on the ground
curled up in a ball being kicked and punched.  I thought it
was odd that I wasn't being hurt.  It was like when I got
bullied at school, I got beat up, but not hurt.  My mind was
somewhere other than my body as I looked onto this odd
situation.
     Chas said, "That's enough." And everyone stopped.  Chas
reached out her hand to help me up.  I was confused, but I
took her hand.  "Welcome to the Regulators" she said as she
took off her jacket and put it on me.  I spent another two
hours in the motel learning the weird handshake, the charter
rules and the hierarchy of the organization.  Curt was the
Commander of my unit and after Scott moved Chas had taken
his place as Lieutenant or Curt's second.  The Commanders
made up the council, the group that governed the whole
thing.  I was amazed that people put so much effort in
running a biker gang.  After awhile I said my good byes and
headed back.
     Mama had left a note on the door saying that Curt had
dropped the charges and she had to pick up Scott.  I laid in
bed waiting for my lover to return home.  "Scamp?" Scott
yelled as he entered the house.
     "In your room," I yelled back.  When he saw me,
confusion crossed his face.
     "Why are you in a Regulator's jacket?"
     "I joined the gang." I said laughing.
     He laughed too.  I noticed that he locked the door
before jumping on the bed.
     "So, how exactly did you get Curt to drop the charges?"
     "I'd tell ya, but I'd have to kill ya." I said as I
leaned in for a kiss.
     He took me in his arms and pulled me close to him. He
started taking off my clothes.  I told him to leave the
jacket on, so he grabbed my t-shirt and ripped it completely
off in one quick movement, leaving the jacket exactly where
it was as I requested.  I was completely naked except for a
jacket that was a few sizes to large for me.
     Scott began licking my neck and making his way down my
chest stopping to taste every part of my body.  I was
squirming and trying to get his clothes off too, but I was
failing.  He helped me by quickly undressing as he continued
down my body with his tongue.  I figured he would stop
before reaching my dick.  He didn't, he put the whole thing
in his mouth causing my heart to stop as waves of electric
shock went through my body.  I had never had anyone do
anything like that too me, so I was seconds from cumming
when he moved on, to my balls.  He licked and gently nibbled
on both before continuing on.  At this point I began to
wonder exactly how far he was going.  He took each of my
legs in his hands and pushed them up to my chest.  Then I
felt it.  His tongue in the crack of my ass.  I was in
shock, but it felt really really good.  At first my whole
body tensed, then after I became use to his tongue there I
began to relax.  He probed my hole with his tongue and it
was driving me nuts.
     I wanted more.  I wanted more of him inside me.  I felt
his finger replace his tongue.  I had covered my head with a
pillow so no one would hear me moaning.  Then I felt two
fingers inside me.  It felt good, but it was such a tease. I
wanted him, inside me.  "Please, fuck me." I begged.
     "Be patient.  I don't want to hurt you."
     "You are driving me nuts. I want you. Please."
     "Sigh...remember, you asked for it."
     I was giddy as he leaned over and got a bottle of baby
oil from under the bed.  Now we know his lube of choice.  He
began pouring oil against my ass, I laughed because it was
cold.  Then he rubbed it in, while fingering me some more.
He then lubed himself up.  Him leaning over me, completely
naked, rubbing baby oil on his cock was quite possibly the
most erotic thing I had ever seen.  When I first felt the
head of his dick against my ass, I thought, `no way
something that big is going to fit in a hole that small'
which caused me to tense up.  It got in alright.  Scott
pushed in the head and my eyes got really big as I fought
the urge to scream.  "I'm sorry."  He was about to pull out.
     "Wait, just give me a second."
     He stayed put.  I concentrated on relaxing and nodded
for him to continue.  As he went higher, even though it felt
odd, it did not hurt.  He went very slowly and kept asking
if I was okay.  When he was all the way in he collapsed on
me like this was the most effort he had put into anything.
I guess trying to put your cock inside someone at a snail's
pace would be a lot of work.  After a moment of resting, he
leaned up a little taking his weight off me and putting it
on one of his arms. He slowly pulled out a little and pushed
himself back in.
     That felt really good.  He leaned down and placed soft
kisses on my lips every now and then.  Soon he began
increasing his pace and trusting into me faster.  I was in
heaven; I forgot about stifling my moans and was groaning
quite loudly.  He was quiet as he slammed into me again and
again.  He was staring at me.  It was like he was getting
off watching me being fucked by him.  I didn't care how I
looked.  I was loving every minute of this.  I felt his
rhythm falter which was my only indication he was about to
come.  I began touching myself so we would come at the same
time.  As good as I was feeling it took like three strokes
before I came.  He came inside me at the same time,
collapsing on top of me with a grunt.  He laid on me
breathing heavily.  He had not gone soft and he had not
pulled out.  I just wrapped my arms around his neck and
hugged him.
     "Thank you," I whispered.
     He turned his head to see my face. "For what?" he
asked.
     "For saving me." He had no idea what I was talking
about, but that didn't matter.  He was with me and we were
happy, that was all that mattered.