Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2011 11:49:31 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Just Like Scott, chapter 11

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Just Like Scott

Chapter 11

Scott, Mike, Sammy

It had been a wonderful day. Scott was elated to finally have his very own
dirt bike. He'd gotten a full set of riding gear for only twenty bucks. He
had some awesome sex play with his buddy, Nick, who he bought the bike
from. And now, his best friend was spending the night. It was all good.

"Hey Mike, did you see that awesome machine?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's pretty nice," Mike agreed. "So how was camp? How come you're
home early?"

"You won't believe what went on there, dude," Scott answered, "It was
amazing and totally messed up all at the same time."

"Like how?"

"I got assigned to work with this awesome senior counselor named Tom. And,
well, he taught me some amazing stuff and really helped me think about
things differently," Scott explained. "But then the stupidest thing
happened, and it all got ruined." Scott's thoughts jumped back to the bike
and he asked, "So, do you wanna take my new bike out and go riding together
tomorrow. You can wear my helmet and boots when you ride it."

"I don't know," Mike said. In truth, he was sort of frightened of getting
hurt on it and looking stupid because he didn't know how to ride. He didn't
want to look foolish in front of Scott, since he figured Scott sort of
looked up to him for his athletic ability and skills.

"C'mon, it'll be a blast. You don't even know how fun it is. When you're
really flying on it, gettin' air and blastin' through the corners, it's
better than sex. I'm not shittin' you; it really is," Scott said
enthusiastically.

"Yeah, well maybe," Mike said unenthusiastically. "So what happened at
camp?"

"We can talk later about that in my room. I don't really want the rents to
hear it, you know," Scott explained. "So what you wanna do 'til bedtime?"

"I dunnno, we could just watch a movie or something," Mike suggested.

"K, pick one."

Mike looked through the drawers at the movie choices. He thought about the
video he'd seen of Scott's mom and dad. That image would probably never
leave his head. Every time he sees Scott and Sammy's parents now, he has to
shake the image. While he was looking for a movie to watch, Sammy came
bounding into the family room, freshly showered.

"Hey guys. What we gonna do?" Sammy asked cheerfully.

"WE are watchin' a movie. YOU are going to bed," Scott said.

Sammy's countenance dropped and he looked ready to cry. "Nuh-uh, I don't
have to go to bed this early," He complained.

"Well, I don't care if you go to bed or not; you just can't stay in here
with us.  Beat it, squirt," Scott said in big brother fashion.

"Why? That's not fair," Sammy protested.

"Cuz this is just big boy night. No squirts allowed," Scott replied.

"I'm big. I'm not a baby. I know all about sex stuff and everything," Sammy
argued.

"Look! I said to beat it and I mean it, or I'll pound ya'. Get it?" Scott
raised his voice a notch.

"He could stay for the movie," Mike suggested. "He's not bad to have
around. We get along good since spending the week together. Let him stay."

Sammy beamed with appreciation towards Mike, and gave a little "in your
face" attitude towards Scott. Scott steeled his expression and pushed on,
"I want to spend time with my friend without my pesky little brother
tonight, all right? He doesn't have to babysit you anymore, mom and dad are
home. Just go play with your toys in your room and leave us alone. Plus, if
you don't leave, I won't let you ride on my dirt bike tomorrow."

"He didn't babysit me; he just stayed over with me. Mike's my friend,
too. You aren't the boss of us. If Mike wants me to stay then I get to
stay. And who cares about riding your dumb dirt bike anyway," Sammy
countered.

Scott's temper flared. "All right, that's it. No rides for you and you
still have to leave." Scott clenched his hand into a fist and charged
toward Sammy, who fled the scene instantly in tears.

"I hate you. I wish you'd just go back to that stupid camp and leave us
alone. I wish Mike was my brother instead of you," Sammy blubbered as he
slammed his bedroom door shut in Scott's face. Scott stood outside the door
and seethed as the sting of Sammy's words hit him. He preferred Mike for a
brother over him? "Really?" thought Scott. "Really?"

"Dude, why'd you have to do that?" Mike asked. "What would it hurt to let
him join us for the movie? We can still talk and mess around in private in
your room later."

"I just don't want him hanging around tonight. I just want to hang with you
without him chattering all night. It gets on my nerves. All he's done since
I got home is talk about how he did this, and he did that, and Mike did
this with me, and Mike's teaching me to swim and blah, blah, blah. It's
annoying."

Mike smiled. "You're jealous."

"What? No I'm not. Jealous of what?"

"You're jealous that Sammy and I had such a good time and that he likes
me," Mike concluded.

"Why would I be jealous that you got stuck babysitting him for a week? I'm
just glad I was at camp, or I would have gotten stuck doing it," Scott
said.

"It really wasn't bad duty at all. You don't give him enough credit,
dude. He's really pretty fun to hang around with. I mean it's not like we
got along perfect all the time, but most the time it was fun being here
with him," Mike said. "Besides, he's a horny little shit." Mike knew
instantly that was the wrong thing to say.

"What do you mean by that?" Scott asked.

"Nothing, just, he's not a little kid anymore. That's all." Mike quickly
pulled a movie from the drawer and tossed it to Scott, "Let's just drop it
and watch this one."

Scott did let it drop, but he wasn't comfortable with Mike's comment or his
reaction. They watched the movie in uncomfortable silence for a
while. Scott got up and popped some popcorn and got a couple cans of Pepsi.

"I thought we weren't supposed to eat in here," Mike said.

"We're not, but mom and dad are in bed already. Just stick the can in your
shoe," Scott said, "then if you bump it, it won't tip over and spill."

Sammy walked past the doorway a couple times and glared at Scott and made
puppy dog eyes at Mike in hopes of getting invited in. Mike and Scott did
their best to ignore him and he finally went to bed, hugging his stuffed
animal and grumbling about his mean ol' big brother.

Mike and Scott were only mildly interested in the movie, so Mike kept
starting some conversation. Scott kept thumbing through the manual on his
new dirt bike and didn't carry his half of the conversation, so it never
got very far.

The movie ended and they picked up their mess and headed for the bathroom.

"I gotta shower before bed, I stink from riding." Scott was still in his
riding gear and he pulled off the jersey and nylon pants. Then, he sat on
the toilet seat and peeled off his long riding socks and wiggled his
toes. Mike pulled off his sweats and t-shirt and was wearing only his
Speedo. "Why are you wearing that?" Scott asked.

"I didn't change after giving Sammy and Tommy their swimming lessons," He
explained. "I need to shower too. I gotta get the chlorine smell off."

"Oh," was all Scott said, without asking anything more about it. "I see."

"It went really good. They're both pretty good learners. I think they can
become good swimmers," Mike said.

"Can you believe I got these riding clothes for just twenty bucks? That's
like hundreds of dollars worth of gear," Scott said, ignoring Mike's
comment about the swimming.

"Dude, you're like really hung up on this dirt bike thing. That's all you
talk about," Mike complained.

"What do you mean? I didn't talk at all about it during the movie," Scott
answered.

"No, you just pretty much ignored me and the movie while you read your
stupid manual," Mike shot back. "It's cool and all that you got a new bike,
but enough already."

"Now who's jealous?" Scott asked. He pulled his boxers off and stepped into
the shower.

"Whatever." Mike rolled his eyes and shook his head. He peeled his Speedo
off and stepped into the back end of the shower and waited his turn for the
water. Mike looked at Scott's package and started to get a little excited
for messing around together. It had been a while since he'd done anything
with a guy his age and he was looking forward to it. Even if Scott was
acting like a bit of a jerk tonight.

Mike poured a glob of body wash into his palm and began smearing it on
Scott's back and shoulders after Scott turned to face the water spray. The
slippery feeling of Mike's strong hands on his flesh was exhilarating to
Scott. Mike totally enjoyed the touch of Scott's soft skin against his
hands and both started rising to the occasion. Mike added body wash and
rubbed Scott's butt cheeks and up inside his crack. Then, he knelt and did
Scott's legs and feet. He washed in-between each of Scott's stubby
toes. When he rubbed the underside of his feet, Scott squirmed from the
ticklish feeling it gave him. Mike poured more body wash on Scott's feet
and rubbed the underside of them against his seven inch boner. Scott loved
the feeling of the head of Mike's large dick rubbing along the sensitive
arch of his foot.

Mike stood up and moved in against Scott's body and they faced each
other. They embraced and rubbed each others' backs and butts and pressed
their large erections into each other. Scott turned and pushed away from
Mike and then filled his palm with body wash to return the favor Mike had
performed for him. Scott loved rubbing his hands over Mike's strong
powerful muscles. He especially loved rubbing his rock hard butt. It was so
well defined and chiseled like one of those Greek athletes you see in
books. Mike's ass emerges from his back and narrow waist like a protruding
pair of identical boulders. It disappears again, giving way to his long,
smooth thighs.

Scott lathered up his dick and Mike's ass crack and pressed his throbbing
erection into the crevice between the boulders. Slowly, he began the
rhythmic sliding up and down along the crevice. He thought back on slipping
his dick into Tom's anus and wondered if Mike would ever be willing to do
that. Scott slipped his hands around Mike's narrow waist and gripped his
engorged dick with one hand and his large balls with the other. He humped
slowly along Mike's crack and kept time by stroking Mike's large tool. At
the same time, he was fondling Mike's balls. Mike started to weaken at the
knees and moan. Mike's body was quivering.

Scott squeezed and released Mike's expanded dickhead, forcing the blood out
and then letting it flow back in, only to repeat the stimulating process
over and over. Scott started rapidly jacking Mike's dick and Mike supported
himself against the front wall of the shower with both hands. The warm
water jets were prickling his flushed chest and would occasionally hit just
right onto his tender dickhead causing him to squirm and twitch. Just
before he crested past the point of no return, Mike pulled Scott's hands
off and pushed his ass backward to clear Scott's dick away from his ass
crack. He spun around and said, "I was about to cum and I want to do some
sucking together first."

"Okay. Here or in bed?" Scott asked.

"Bed."

"Okay, let's get out."

They dried off and walked to Scott's room with just towels around their
waists. Scott closed the door and dropped his towel. He'd shrunk down to
half hardness but noticed Mike was still completely boned. Having already
experienced a major cum explosion with Nick earlier, took the edge off his
horniness.

Mike moved over to the bed and stubbed his toe on Scott's trumpet
case. "Ow. Shit. What is that?"

"Sorry, it's my trumpet case. I was cleaning it up and oiling my valves
earlier and didn't put it away."

"Why are you messing with it?"

"I decided to start back with band and orchestra this coming school year,"
Scott answered.

"What? I thought I convinced you to drop that shit. Crap, you just barely
got rid of the band geek rep. Why d'ya wanna screw that up again?" Mike
asked.

"Because I decided you were wrong. I don't give a shit about my 'rep'
anymore. I'm talented at it, and I like it, and I wanna do it," Scott said
firmly.

"Okay, okay. Whatever. Just, if you're gonna hang with me at lunch and
stuff, you can't wear those gay band shirts, okay?" Mike said.

"Maybe I won't want to hang with you at lunch. Maybe I don't want to be
seen with someone who wears those gay swimmer shirts and prances around in
gay little Speedos," Scott shot back.

"Whatever, dude. You know what I mean. Don't try to pretend band is on the
same level as sports. I'm just saying."

"I know. You're just saying shit. Swim is cool because it's what you do and
you're good at. Well, I'm good at the trumpet and I like performing in the
band. If you don't like it, you can shove it and find another friend cuz
I'm doing it." Scott felt his face warm up.

Mike decided he should drop it before he lost his chance to get sucked off,
which he'd been thinking about all day. He pulled the covers down and
slipped his naked body into Scott's bed. He laid spread eagle like a
sacrificial offering. His dick stood up off his belly and twitched in
anticipation of getting sucked.

Mike loves getting sucked more than anything. It's always his sex play of
choice whenever he and Scott play together. Scott likes it too, but he's
also a big fan of getting lubed up and grinding groins
together. "Hopefully," Scott thought, "we can work in a little of both."

"Hey, I'm sorry," Mike said, "do whatever makes you happy. Just shut up
about it now and get down here and suck my dick," Mike said with a big grin
and sparkling eyes.

Scott relaxed, smiled back, jacked himself back up to a full erection, and
climbed between Mike's legs. He rubbed up and down Mike's thighs and
fondled his balls. He rubbed all around the edge of Mike's dick and rubbed
over the muscular rolls of his six pack. He moved all the way up to Mike's
nipples and tweaked and played with them. "Suck me, you shithead. Stop
teasing me," Mike said, pushing Scott's head back down toward his aching
dick.

"Wait until you see what I learned at camp," Scott said, smiling
broadly. "You're gonna love it." He moved down and took Mike by the
balls. He formed a ring around the top of Mike's ball sac and tugged
downward slightly. Then, he licked slowly up the underside of Mike's hot
shaft and played with the sensitive piece of connecting tissue under the
dickhead using the tip of his tongue. He licked and slurped Mike's dickhead
like eating an ice cream cone and finally, to Mike's relief, Scott sucked
his dick into his mouth. Scott had been imagining this moment from the
first time Tom swallowed his entire dick. Now Scott was ready to give his
best bud the same favor by swallowing in his entire massive dick. Scott
felt Mike's dickhead at the back of his throat. Mike was moaning with his
eyes closed. Scott calculated that Mike's dick was about three quarters of
the way into his mouth. He took a deep breath through his nostrils, relaxed
his throat and swallowed.

It went down, like a partially chewed chunk of meat. Immediately, the gag
reflex kicked in and with a jerky convulsion, Scott regurgitated the
invading piece of boy meat. Mike gasped and lifted his head to watch. Scott
repositioned Mike's dick, relaxed and swallowed again. He inserted most of
the remaining stem into his mouth, but not all of it. Quickly again, his
throat constricted and expelled Mike's dickhead. Scott persisted, over and
over until at last, he managed to swallow Mike's Zweihander sword all the
way to the hilt. Scott's nose was buried into Mike's soft bush of pubic
hair. He fought off the gag reflex and held it there. The constricting
motion of Scott's throat on the sensitive head of Mike's dick sent Mike
over the edge and he erupted, spewing a large load of hot semen into
Scott's throat. That caused Scott to gag in earnest and he expelled Mike's
erupting dick from his throat and mouth. He pulled off, coughed, and spat
cum onto Mike's dick and balls.

Mike continued to spew cum onto his chest and belly. When Scott got control
of his gagging, he leaned back down and vacuumed Mike's dick back into his
mouth. He held it firmly against the roof of his mouth with his tongue and
sucked the last of the bubbling spring of cum from Mike's softening
tube. He enjoyed the familiar taste of his best friend. Mike's cum was
sweeter than most. He assumed it had to do with all the fruits and
vegetables he ate while he was training for swimming. He wasn't sure,
though.

"Shit dude. You're right. I loved that new trick," Mike said, coming down
off the high. "Who taught you that?"

"That Tom guy I was a counselor with," Scott said, after he pulled off
Mike's dick. Mike's soft member flopped onto his cum soaked belly. Scott
reached over and opened his bottom junk drawer and fumbled around for his
lube.

"Oh, I put your lube in the top drawer after we finished using it last
week," Mike said. "Sorry."

Scott opened the top drawer and found it. He wondered at Mike's use of the
word "we" instead of "I." Scott assumed Mike must have had a friend over
while babysitting Sammy and wondered if mom knew about it. He assumed she
didn't because it's not something his mom would likely approve of.

Scott was too anxious for his own cumming experience to pursue his
curiosity at the moment. Instead, he popped the lid on the lube and smeared
a generous portion on his dick and balls and then on Mike's as well. He
even worked some under Mike's balls between his thighs and butt
cheeks. Scott closed the lid and tossed the lube on the floor and laid
himself on top of Mike, pressing his boner between their slippery
bodies. The lube and cum mixed together into a unique blend of odors and
consistency. Scott began humping into Mike's body and felt Mike's softened
dick roll and move between them. Mike wrapped his hands around Scott and
rubbed his back and butt while he was getting humped. Mike liked feeling
the flexing of Scott's butt accompanying each frenzied thrust.

Scott lifted up and reached in to direct his dick under Mike's large balls
and between his legs. He started humping again as Mike closed his legs
tightly against Scott's heated, blood-engorged pole. Scott started bucking
and bouncing wildly. He loved the mild friction of his lubed dickhead
popping in and out of the crease of Mike's thighs and buttocks. The urge to
stick it in something was overwhelming. He thought about asking Mike if he
could put it up inside him, but decided against it. "Not yet," He
thought. "Don't rush into it and blow your chances. He remembered how he
needed some time to be okay with Tom doing it to him."

Scott fantasized that he was tied on his cot again and Tom was riding his
dick - clenching on it with his ring and driving him wild. Scott began
humping harder and faster and with total abandon. It was so frenzied, it
caused Mike to start laughing. Scott paid no attention. He was pounding
into Mike's torso with all the strength and speed he could muster until the
first load was expelled between Mike's legs and butt onto the bed
beneath. Scott slowed and then stopped, completely exhausted, as the last
drops of his second round for the day dribbled from his dick onto the
sheets.

He collapsed onto Mike's body. Mike gently stroked his back, shoulders and
butt as Scott lay there in the afterglow. Scott lifted himself and looked
into Mike's eyes. They smiled kindly at each other, and Scott leaned in and
pressed his lips to Mike's soft lips. Scott slipped his tongue along the
crease of their adjoining lips. Mike was shocked and turned his head
away. He brought the back of his hand up and wiped the kiss off.

"What the fuck?" Mike said. "When did you start with the kissing shit?
That's way too gay for me, dude. Did that Tom guy get you started doing
that, too?"

"Yeah. Sorry. It just kind of happened," Scott muttered. "Really, I'm
sorry. Tom and I did try kissing to practice for the girls." It wasn't
really the truth, but it worked in the situation.

Mike pushed Scott off of him and sat up. He pulled a towel from under the
bed and started wiping up. "I need another shower," He said, standing up.

"So do I," Scott agreed. Scott used one of the bath towels to wipe up the
sheets as good as possible. When he went to the bathroom, Mike was already
getting out of the shower. Scott jumped in and by the time he returned to
the bedroom, Mike was in bed laying on top of the upper sheet with just the
blanket over him. He was facing the wall.

Scott slid in beside him and rolled over to face his backside. Scott slid
in to cuddle against him and said, "That was fun."

"Yeah," Mike agreed. "The sex part was amazing, but the kissing was fuckin'
gay. Don't ever do that again. And stop hugging me, you homo."

"Sorry," Scott said. Mike's body was tense and Scott moved away, rolled
over to face the opposite way and pulled the blanket up to his neck. "Are
you mad at me?"

"No."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

"K."

They fell asleep quickly.

The following morning, Scott and Mike were sleeping in. Sammy was growing
impatient. "Mom, can I go wake them up?"

"No. Let them sleep. Go outside and do something. I could find some chores
for you," Mom replied.

Sammy disappeared quickly at the mention of chores. He went for a ride on
his bike to the park and came across some guys from his baseball team. He
rode back home, collected his mitt and bat and returned to the park for a
game of 500 under the bright morning sunshine.

Eventually, the sunlight filtered through the slats of the blinds and into
Scott's eyes. He stirred and grew aware of his aching bladder. He slipped
out of bed and the motion woke Mike up. "Gotta go pee," Scott said. He
headed down the hall in his boxers. He drained the lizard and was just
putting it away when Mike walked in fully boned.

"I hate this. I can't go pee until it goes down. It won't go down until I
go pee," Mike said. He pulled his dick down as far as it would go before it
started hurting. He let go and it slapped back up against his abs.

"Need some help?" Scott asked.

"You willing?" Mike asked in return.

"Sure. Anything for my best friend."

"As long as I don't have to kiss you after," Mike said, smiling.

"Shut-up," Scott said, kneeling in front of his friend's boner. Scott
pulled it down and slurped it in. He made the trumpet embouchure with his
lips and applied the stimulating pressure around Mike's shaft as he slid up
and down on it. Mike watched his friend sucking his dick in the mirror. It
was erotic seeing it from that perspective. He'd only seen it done by
peeking down on it before. Now, he could see Scott's cheek muscles
tightening and releasing as he sucked on him. Scott expertly worked the
dickhead with his tongue and jacked the base of Mike's long dick with his
hand. With the free hand, Scott rubbed and squeezed Mike's tight ass.

"You're one good cocksucker, you know that?" Mike said.

Scott pulled off and said "Well I guess I gotta be good at something. Too
bad there's not an Olympic event for it." He resumed working Mike's cock.

"You would've gotten a perfect ten for that performance last night," Mike
said. "Can you do that swallowing thing again now?"

"I'll try," Scott mumbled with his mouth full. He took it in to the
stopping point and relaxed his throat again. It was harder to swallow it in
this position. It didn't want to go down, instead it poked him in the
tonsils and he gagged harder. "Lay down."

Mike laid himself on the bathroom rug and Scott moved over him into a 69
position. He took Mike's large dick back in and now it was easier than
ever. It seemed to simply slide down Scott's throat with ease. Mike reached
up and started fondling Scott's balls and dick through his boxers. Scott
got semi-boned but he was concentrating so much on what he was doing for
Mike, he didn't get fully hard. Soon, Mike started bucking his hips up into
Scott's mouth and grunted as a shot of cum splashed into Scott's
mouth. Scott took it all and swallowed it down. When it was finished, Scott
pulled off and said, "Mission accomplished."

Mike lay there a minute before jumping up to pee. He peed a river. Scott
thought he was never going to stop. "How can you have that much piss inside
of you?"

"I know. My bladder was killing me."

"You wanna get dressed and help me push my bike up to the foothills and
ride it?" Scott asked hopeful.

"I have to give Sammy and Tommy lessons again during free swim at Durfee
Rec Center in about an hour," Mike said. "Why don't you come along and we
can do some stuff there and we'll ride your bike this afternoon?"

Scott mulled it over. He really wanted to go now and ride all day. But, he
decided to go with to Durfee.

"Yeah. Sounds good." They ate a bowl of cereal out on the back porch
sitting next to each other on the swinging bench.

"So tell me about camp," Mike urged.

"Wow. Where should I start?" Scott began. "Like I told you, there was this
amazing counselor named Tom. He taught me how to do that deep throat
thing."

"Yeah, well, I like him already; except for the kissing shit," Mike said.

"Okay, let me explain about that," Scott said. There were girl counselors
there at camp, too. And there was this really hot one named Michelle. Damn,
she was gorgeous.  Well she was in love with Tom and he was all like,
'yeah, whatever' and so on Saturday night we all go into town. There is
like this one restaurant and bar and cheap motel place in town where all
the older counselors go to on their one night off.  A bunch of them get
drunk and they even rent out a room and take turns using it to screw the
girls in."

"Shit dude, really? Why did you ever leave?"

"Hold on," Scott said, "So, we're there and Michelle and her slutty friend,
Cheryl, come sit by us. Michelle is putting the moves on Tom and he's
acting all disinterested. Cheryl complains that she doesn't have anybody to
hook up with. That's what they call it when they go use the room for sex,
'hooking up.' So I say, 'I'm available.'"

"Dude, are you serious? Did you get to fuck her?" Mike's eyes were bugging
out.

"Well, not that night," Scott continued, "It turned out that the manager
saw me dancing and making out with Cheryl, and he got pissed that a young
kid like me was there. So Tom and I had to leave before anyone could use
the room. Oh, and before that, Cheryl was all, 'I'm not putting no baby
dick in me' and I was all, 'I don't have a baby dick, I got a monster
dick.' But she didn't believe me or Tom, who agreed that I did have a big
one, and so she gets me to undo my pants right there in the booth and she
feels me up."

"Holy shit."

"Yeah. So then she sees me the next night at the opening campfire and asks
me to sneak over and meet her in her campsite, so we could do it in an
empty cabin. She said she couldn't wait to feel my giant dick up her cunt,"
Scott said.

"No way! Oh my God!" Mike was adjusting his pants for his growing boner.

"So I told Tom about it and he was all, 'don't do it with her because she's
just a slut and you want to lose your virginity to someone you love' and of
course, I didn't care about all that, I just wanted to try fucking."

"Tom sounds gay."

"I think he is, but he says he just doesn't know. Anyway, I waited for him
to fall asleep and then I jacked off the camper kid next door to us and
sneaked off to her camp."

"Wait. You did what? Jacked another camper kid?" Mike interrupted.

"Hold on. I'll get to that." Scott put him off, and continued, "So I got
there and she took me to the empty cabin, and she already had a blanket on
the cot. She got naked, and then undressed me. I was so boned. We didn't
even kiss or anything. We'd kissed at the restaurant the night before, but
she just wanted to mess with my big dick. She was fascinated by my uncut
foreskin. She sucked on my balls and then sucked my dick for me. Honestly,
though, she isn't very good at that. You're way better at sucking dick than
she is. She laid down on the cot and told me to get her ready by rubbing
her clit. I wasn't exactly sure how and I didn't want to screw it up, so I
asked her to show me how she liked it. She started rubbing herself and her
lip things down there spread wide open and got all slick and slimy from her
juices."

"Shit, dude. That's awesome. I honestly wasn't sure about you and girls
until now. I'm so jealous."

"I went to stick it in but I forgot a rubber. So I fumbled around putting
one on and then she had to get herself ready again. At this point, I'm so
freakin' horny, I can't stand it. Finally, I get to put it in her cunt and
dude! OMG! It was amazing. Her cunt just sucked my dick in like it was
alive or something. It was all warm and soft and juicy and she started
like, pulsating on my dick, like all around it all at once, and I started
to hump her. She had to tell me to slow down because my dick is so big, and
after only like three pumps, I completely lost it and shoved my dick deep
into her cunt until I hit like a wall at the back of it and unloaded my
balls into the rubber. I cummed so hard and fast. It was over in an
instant. It was amazing, but it ended way too fast. She was pissed that I
cummed too quickly before she could even get off, and she sort of pushed me
off her and got dressed and stormed out."

Mike sat staring at me, wide-eyed and mouth gaping. His bowl of soggy
cereal sat on his lap. His boner strained against his sweat
pants. "Wow. That's awesome. I guess you're not so gay after all. Nick got
laid last week, too. I'm falling behind here. I gotta get a girlfriend."

"How did Nick get laid?" Scott asked.

"You better ask him. I don't know if he wants me telling," Mike
answered. "So what was that about jacking a camper kid?"

"Oh, okay. Well actually, in the first group we had, there was this shy,
backward kid named Matt. He like, followed me around everywhere. He didn't
fit in with the others very good. He was an early developer and had a full
set of pubes and hanging balls and everything. So, he was in the showers
one night and wouldn't get undressed. I asked what was wrong and he said he
had a boner and didn't want the others to see. So I told Tom that he was
sick and that I would take him back to camp. When we got there, he begged
me to help him make it go down. Kinda like you in the bathroom this
morning," Scott said.

"Hey, I didn't beg, you offered."

"True. So anyway, I was way horny because I hadn't jacked for days and
stupid as it seems now, I agreed to do his if he would do mine. He'd done
it before with someone, but I didn't really get the details on that. We
nearly got caught and I ran to my tent and grabbed a book just in
time. Well, Matt kept asking me after that to help him with his boner
problem before showering and I did. I started sucking him off to make it go
faster. He jacked me a couple times, too, but he didn't want to suck
me. Then, when the next, older group came..."

"Wait. You jacked off and sucked with like a twelve year old you'd never
met before?" Mike interrupted.

"Yeah, but he was developed and all, and he could even cum
already. Besides, like I said, he'd done it before with someone, so it's
not like I was polluting him," Scott defended himself. "So, back to the
other kid, when we got the next, older group, this one kid was a bed
wetter. Tom told him not to worry and that if he would get up at midnight
every night and force himself to pee and then jack off after, he could stop
wetting the bed. Well, he was doing it when I got up to go see Cheryl and
it just kind of happened where I helped him do it. Then, the next night, I
caught him at it again, only I sucked him off inside the shower
building. He loved it. He had the biggest, fattest dick I've ever seen. Way
thicker than ours, just not as long. It was maybe 4 1/2 or 5 inches long,
but really thick. He'd never been sucked before and he freakin' loved it."

"Other than that, I just messed around a bunch with my tent mate, Tom, and
we were doing it together one night when we got caught. Tom got in huge
trouble because he was a legal adult and that's why I came home early. The
camp didn't want to deal with me anymore," I explained.

"Wow. And I thought I had a great week of sex," Mike mused.

 "So who did you have over to the house while you babysat Sammy?" Scott
asked, out of curiosity.

"No one," Mike answered puzzled.

"But you said last night that you put my lube in the wrong drawer after
'we' used it. So, who is 'we?' And you just said you had a week of great
sex, so who with?" Scott asked.

Mike didn't answer; he just shoved a spoonful of soggy raisin bran into his
mouth and squished it into mush. Scott just looked at him and waited for an
answer.

"With Sammy and Tommy," Mike finally said.

"WHAT?" Scott exploded. This caught him completely off guard. "You were
fucking around with my little brother and his friend? You're a fucking
pedo?"

"No, calm down. Geez," Mike blurted, "I didn't start anything. It was all
them."

"Oh yeah, sure. Two little eleven year olds, without even any pubes yet,
held you down and raped you against your will," Scott fumed. "How dare you
do that? Why couldn't you just let them be innocent kids a while longer?"

"Hold on."

"No. You hold on. Sex is confusing to kids that age. Hell, it's confusing
to me. Now, you've got them all polluted. That's where Sammy got all these
sex ideas. He actually asked me to jack him off yesterday. It was you
teaching him about that shit. No wonder he wouldn't tell me where he
learned it. Damn. My best friend molested my little brother. Damn, damn,
damn you. You fuckin' pedo."

"Hey, you don't even know what you're talking about," Mike said, jumping
up. "You better watch your mouth. You call me a pedo once more and I'll
shove my fist down your throat. It wasn't like that. Sammy talked me into
teaching him about things that you should have been teaching him as a good
big brother. But somehow you got these fucking sexual hang-ups all of a
sudden. Plus, you're some fucking hypocrite after sucking off and jacking a
bunch of little kids at camp where you were trusted by their parents to
take care of them."

"I didn't perv on them, they wanted it and they were old enough to
decide. They were already into puberty and knew about sex stuff. Sammy and
Tommy are just babies still."

"Bullshit. They're growing up and they have questions about sex just like
we did. And let's not forget who got me started, after all. I didn't know
shit about sex until you jacked and sucked me. So you're the perv and the
pedo here, not me." Mike was fuming. "I'm outta here."

Mike stormed off and Scott sat smoldering on the bench. Mike put his cereal
bowl in the sink and told Mrs. Johnson he had to leave for a while but
would meet them at Durfee Rec. Center for the swim lessons. Mike grabbed
his bag from Scott's room, barreled down the stairs, out the door, and ran
down the side of the road. He ran and cried and cussed until he had to stop
and gasp for breath.

Scott dumped the rest of his soggy cereal in the bushes and went in. He
ignored his mom's questions and made his way to his room and plopped onto
his unmade bed. How many times had he used that bed for sexual escapades
with Mike? He thought about all their discoveries - the first orgasm, the
first appearance of cum, sprouting pubes, comparing and measuring dicks,
jacking, humping and sucking. Tears flowed. "Shit, Mike. I'm sorry," Scott
said, to no one there.

Scott wondered about Tom. He wondered if he would ever get over losing
Jeff. Somehow he felt like he would see Tom again someday. He could tell
from the day's events, and things that were said, he would someday lose
Mike and it made him sad.  He wasn't ready for that to happen yet, though,
and he reached for his phone and sent a text, "Srry!! Ima sh##head :( Don't
hate me!!!" No reply came back.

Sammy burst into Scott's room. "Hey, bro, wanna come with..." Sammy paused,
and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Go away."

"Scott? Why are you so mad at me since you came home from camp?" Sammy
asked. "Don't you love me anymore? I'm sorry if I made you mad. I just
wanna be like you."

Scott sat up and wiped his eyes on the bed sheet. "I'm not sure that's a
good idea, squirt," Scott said, sniffing. He grabbed a tissue and wiped his
running nose. "I'm kinda screwed up, sometimes. I'm sorry I've been so mean
to you. I still love you. Forgive me?"

Sammy walked over and put his arm around his big brother. "Course. Friends
are nice, but brothers are forever."

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This concludes this chapter. I had intended this chapter to conclude the
story. However, overwhelming requests came in to have me continue it. So,
after a break, I will continue to share the lives of these characters with
you and tie up some of the loose ends. I hope you have enjoyed the read so
far, and I hope you will share your feelings about it with me. I love to
hear from readers. Thanks again to all of you that have emailed me with
your comments and suggestions and to those of you who encouraged me to
continue on. I especially want to thank Paul, Smallfox and Ian for their
willingness to help me with their superb editing skills.

I have two others series recently posted on Nifty, if you have interest.
"Affair of a Foreign Nature" is in the Gay Male/Young Friends section and
"Rock and a Hard Place" is posted in the Gay Male/High School section. I
welcome feedback on those as well.

Thanks for sharing the lives of these wonderful characters with me.

Have a fulfilling day - Hans

h.schreiber@hushmail.com