Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2011 22:48:15 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Just Like Scott Chapter 12 by Hans Schreiber

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Just Like Scott

Story Synopsis

	This story has been on hold for a while as I have been posting two
others on Nifty. If you're interested, you can find those under my name on
the Prolific Author's tab. Because of the delay since the last chapter, I
am including a very brief synopsis of the story up to this point. If your
memory is better than mine, you can skip this and go straight to the story.

	The story begins with little Sammy, who is almost twelve years old,
finding out that his parents are leaving him home while they travel for his
dad's work and to see his ailing grandmother. His 15 year old brother,
Scott, was away as a counselor at a summer camp, Camp Challenge, where kids
worked on academics and had fun for two weeks. His brother was spending the
whole summer at the camp as a junior counselor. Sammy wanted more than
anything to be "Just Like Scott," since he idolized his older
brother. Sometimes it was hard being in Scott's shadow, though.

       At Camp Challenge, Scott was teamed up with a wonderful, warm,
caring senior counselor and tent mate named Tom. Tom is a basketball
athlete and very tall and fit. Unlike Scott, who has a large uncut dick and
large dangling balls, Tom is smaller than average in that department. He
has auburn hair and a light complexion. Scott and Sammy have long, brown,
wavy hair and dimples. Scott gets involved with one of the young campers
who needs some extra attention and through a turn of events ends up
masturbating together with the boy, Matt. Scott is an extraordinary trumpet
player and gets assigned to help out with the music department at
camp. Matt is in the band and switches over to trumpet in order to be more
like Scott. Scott quit band in high school to avoid the "band geek" image
and hang out with his athletic and popular buddies. Scott ends up being a
helpful mentor to Matt and Matt's mom is very pleased to see the
improvement when she picks him up after the two weeks.

       Back at home, Sammy is left in the watchful care of Scott's best
friend, Mike. Mike is a swimmer on the high school team and is built like a
Greek God. Sammy is impressed with his body and decides he wants to be a
swimmer in high school too, so he can have the same kind of amazing
body. Sammy has chores to do every day and Mike offers to help him. After
chores on the first day, they need to hurry and shower in order to make a
movie. Sammy convinces Mike to shower together and in the process, Sammy
slips and falls trying to hide his boner from Mike's view. He injures his
foot and they have to skip the movie. Sammy finagles Mike into telling him
about sex stuff and showing him about sucking. Mike sucks Sammy for his
first ever orgasm. Sammy's best friend, Tommy, comes over for a sleepover
and while there, Sammy introduces him to his new found fun. Tommy loves the
experience, of course, but as Tommy starts to come between Sammy and Mike,
Sammy gets jealous and they fight. They have a major row at the Durfee Rec
Center where they go to swim and play in the arcade. While there, Sammy
meets a college basketball player named Devon who is more than a little
creepy. As little boys do, Sammy and Tommy made up quickly and they arrange
for Mike to teach them swimming lessons. Mike and Sammy go on to share more
new discoveries for little Sammy and at one point, they ride bikes to Baker
Reservoir to skinny dip. There, Sammy is introduced to 69 action with
another younger boy called Ribs.  On the way home, riding bikes in the
rain, Sammy falls and slides down a muddy hill getting tons of little
thorns embedded in his crotch. That night after his parents return home,
Sammy is required to endure his mother pulling the thorns from his crotch
over several days.

       When the second batch of campers arrive at Camp Challenge, Scott
learns a bit about Tom's recent past. Tom fell in love with the point guard
on his high school basketball team, Jeff. Tom and Jeff shared a room on a
road trip tournament. They were in the midst of passionate sex when the
coach and a security guard burst into their room because of the noise they
had been making. Tom's pastor father pulled him from the school and was
sending him away to a junior college after his summer at Camp
Challenge. Tom was struggling between wanting to please his father and
needing to express his natural sexual tendencies, which he still could not
fully admit to himself. Tom was still hung up on Jeff and couldn't let
go. Scott was struggling to understand his own sexual identity. The two of
them get offers for sex with a pair of female counselors. Tom declines but
Scott engages in sex with a slutty counselor named Cheryl. Just as Tom had
warned, the experience was empty and unfulfilling. Tom helps Scott realize
that he needs to be his own man and Scott decides to go back to playing
trumpet no matter what rep it earns him at school. Scott develops deep
feelings for Tom and Scott relents one night and allows Tom to have
intercourse with him. Scott actually allows himself to be tied to the cot
to fulfill a fantasy that Tom had. Tragedy strikes again as two insecure
campers in the adjacent tent, one of which Scott had engaged in some sex
play, hears the sex happening and reports it to the night guard. Tom is
taken and locked up and Scott is taken to the nurse.

       Earlier, Scott had, by lucky chance, stood next to the camp director
and seen an unusual birth mark on the director's dick. The director sort of
showed off his dick to Scott and that turned out to be fortuitous. When the
events all unfolded, Tom was being sent home without pay. Scott was allowed
to stay but not in the campsites. He was told to lie about what happened to
the campers in order to preserve the reputation of the camp. Tom's father
came to pick him up. When he learned the details of why Tom was fired, he
drove off leaving Tom standing alone and broke in the parking lot. Scott
sees this happen and runs after Tom as he is walking dejectedly along the
roadway and gives him his first paycheck, signed over to Tom. Scott then
blackmails the director into sending him home with a full summer's pay
under threat of telling everyone that the director was the one who had
raped him and that he could prove it by describing the director's very
unusual penis. The director caved and Scott left for home that evening with
full pay.

       Once home, Sammy was thrilled. Sammy tried to tell Scott all about
his week with Mike, but Scott was all wrapped up in his own confusion and
desire to buy the motorcycle he had his eye on. He was unkind and rude to
Sammy and his friend Mike. On his first day home, Scott gets his mother to
take him to buy the motorbike, but first she asks him to help her by
pulling thorns from Sammy's crotch. When they finish up, Sammy approaches
Scott about jacking him off. Scott is repulsed by the idea of doing that
with his brother. Bit by bit, Scott realizes that his friend Mike, who
Scott introduced to sex when they were twelve, had introduced his little
brother to sex play. It upset him a lot. He wanted Sammy to stay innocent
and free of the turmoil he had recently been experiencing over sex. Scott
approaches Mike and they argue over it. This is where we are at now as we
move on to chapter 12. Enjoy.



Chapter 12

Friends, Brothers and Lovers

	Scott reached around Sammy's waist and gave him a squeeze. "Hey
squirt?"

	"What?"

	"Tell me something. What all happened with you and Mike while mom
and dad were gone? Did he make you do any sex stuff with him?"

	Sammy sucked both lips between his teeth and gave a nervous
look. "I promised not to tell."

	"Yeah, well I already know you did stuff. Mike slipped up and gave
it away already, so I just want some details. It's important you tell me
the whole truth if I'm gonna stay friends with him."

	"K."

	"So, did he force you to do stuff?"

	"No. He didn't really want to talk to me about it even. I started
asking questions when we showered together after working out in the yard."

	"Why'd you shower together?"

	"Well, Nick was gonna come get us for the movies and we woulda been
late if we went separate," explained Sammy.  He continued, "I told him you
and me showered together before, so it was okay to do. But I slipped in the
bathroom cuz I was hiding my boner and I hurt my foot, so we couldn't go
with Nick after all. Then he just sat by my bed and talked to me and I
asked lots of questions about stuff like boners. We'd promised each other
earlier to tell the truth about things, so he had to answer my questions,
but he was all nervous talking about it with me, I could tell."

	"Okay. That's cool I guess. Like what did he tell you?"

	"About jacking off and why boys get boners and stuff like that. How
come you never told me about all that cool stuff?"  Sammy looked
imploringly at Scott, who started to squirm a bit.

	"I dunno. I just thought you were too young still, I guess." Scott
admitted.

	"Yeah, but Mike said you taught him about sucking wieners when you
were my age, so how come you taught him but not me?"

	"Dude, you ask too many hard questions," Scott said grinning. "It's
just kinda different with a brother. I feel like I kinda have to look out
for ya, you know?"

	Sammy smiled at that answer. "Why? Can jacking and sucking stuff
hurt me?"

	"No. Not physically. It's just kinda complicated. You'll see when
you get older. Sex stuff isn't all just fun and games. The older you get
the crazier it all gets. It can get really messed up sometimes like it did
for me and my friend at camp," lamented Scott, then added thoughtfully, "I
guess you might as well enjoy it now while it's still all just about having
fun. So..." Scott thought about the right way to ask this next part, "Did
Mike ever like talk you into doing anything you didn't want to or offer you
any bribes or threaten you if you didn't do it?"

	"Well ... no."

	"Well what?" Scott picked up on Sammy's hesitation. "Truth Sammy;
it's important that I know for sure."

	"K. Well, he showed me about jacking and I thought it was great and
he sucked mine like you did to his, and I loved that. Then he wanted me to
suck on his, but I didn't want to."

	"Yeah? And?"

	"Well, at first he said it was okay if I didn't want to. Then the
next day..." Sammy paused.

	"Next day what? C'mon Sammy, tell me everything."

	"Well you know how I like bacon? He cooked bacon for me and wrapped
it on his dick and asked me to eat it off while I was getting out of
bed. But I said no. He was all disappointed, but he said it was okay if I
really didn't want to."

	Scott broke out in wild laughter. "He's such a dork. He actually
wrapped bacon on his dick to get you to suck on it? Oh my God!!"

	Sammy started laughing too, remembering how funny it
looked. "Yeah. But I could tell he really wanted me to and he'd been so
nice to me, so I decided to try it for him. I said I would do it and he got
really excited and jumped on the bed, and I did it for him. After I tried
it, I didn't think it was so bad. It was kind of fun making him feel so
good."

	"Wow. So you offered. He didn't force you or try to make you?"

	"No."

	"What about Tommy? Did he force him to do anything?" Scott asked.

	"I don't think so. I told Tommy what I'd learned and I think Tommy
asked him to do stuff with him after we showered one night. But I'm not
sure," answered Sammy honestly.

	"Okay. Thanks squirt. I'm sorry I've been such a jerk lately. I
just had a weird time at camp. Forgive me?"

	"Sure." Sammy grinned.

       Scott tousled Sammy's thick, brown hair and pushed him back onto the
bed. Sammy sprang back up and jumped on Scott's back and wrapped his arms
around his neck. The two of them tumbled down onto the floor.  Sammy
started giggling as he and Scott playfully wrestled on the floor. Scott let
Sammy get him on his belly and Sammy straddled his big brother's lower
back. Scott got up on all fours and Sammy supported himself on Scott's
shoulders and wrapped his legs around Scott's middle, locking his feet
together. "Do bucking horsey! Please," Sammy pleaded.

	It had been a long time since Scott had let Sammy get on his back
and pretend to be a bucking bronco. Their father used to do it to both of
them when they were little. Sammy was a lot bigger now and it wasn't so
easy to buck underneath him, but Scott tried his best. Sammy giggled and
shouted "Yee-haw," like he used to do.

	Their mom walked in and leaned against the door jamb, smiling at
the sight of her two boys playing together. "Hey, cowboy. If you plan on
making your swimming lesson on time, you better get ready. Don't forget
your new swimsuit," she said. Sammy looked up at his mom and stopped paying
attention to Scott, so Scott mustered up all his strength and gave one huge
buck, raising up off his knees, pushing with his toes.

	"Whee!" Sammy shouted as he flew up over Scott's head and tumbled
into the open closet. Everyone laughed. "Scott, wanna come with?" Sammy
asked as he crawled from the closet.

	"I dunno. How long's it gonna take?"

	"Only an hour, unless you stay and play for the rest of free swim,"
mom answered.

	"I guess. I can still ride my bike after we get back. I wanna talk
to Mike anyway," Scott said.

	"He seemed upset when he left. Did you two have words?" Mom
quizzed.

	"Kind of.  I need to tell him I'm sorry." I said.

	Sammy jumped up and ran off to his bedroom, stuffed his Superman
towel and his new Speedo into his bag and checked to make sure the goggles
Mike had given him were still in the bag. He was excited for Scott to see
how good he could swim.  Sammy hustled into the kitchen and said "Let's
go."

	"Alright, hold on," Scott said rolling his board shorts into a
towel as his mom gathered up snacks to take.

	"I got shotgun!" shouted Sammy as he ran out the door. Sammy tested
the handle but the car was locked, so he just leaned up against it claiming
his spot for the ride to Durfee Recreation Center. A voice calling out his
name from across the street got his attention. It took a minute before
Sammy recognized who it was. The boy's bicycle was propped against a tree
and the tall owner of it was leaning against the tree. He waved and started
toward Sammy's house.

	"Hi Sammy? How you doing? Remember me?"

	"Umm, yeah. I forgot your name, though. What're you doing here?"
Sammy asked squinting.

	"I came to see you. My name's Devon, remember? I promised you a
music mix CD, but never got it to you." The tall boy pulled off his
Camelback and unzipped a pouch. He was wearing the tight, stretchy cycling
shirt and lycra shorts that clung to his muscular body. The part where his
wiener and balls go looked all bulgy from the cushioning pad in the
shorts. His shirt and shorts were bright yellow and orange and had lots of
foreign writing on them. Sammy thought it was a cool outfit but he felt
weird about Devon being there.

	"How did you know where I live?"

	"You told me. Remember how I showed you a picture of your house on
my phone?" Devon reminded him.

	"Oh." Sammy reached out and took the CD from Devon's hand and knelt
down to stuff it in his bag, "Thanks."

	"You're welcome," said Devon smiling. "Where you headed?"

	"I got swim lessons at Durfee today," Sammy explained.

	"Oh, cool. So you still go there?"

	"Yeah, only on weekdays just before free swim," answered Sammy.

	"That's great! It was really cool what you did for me in the steam
room there. You're real good at it." The front door opened and Devon said,
"Okay, well enjoy the CD and I'll see you around. I gotta go now." Devon
peeked over his shoulder and gave a little wave. Sammy waved back and
watched him mount his bike and was impressed with his strong leg muscles as
they worked to put his bike into motion. He rounded the street corner as
mom and Scott stepped off the porch.

	"Who was that, dear?" Mom asked.

	"Just a kid."

	"Just what kid?" Mom pursued.

	Sammy wasn't sure how much he wanted to get into about it. He
wasn't comfortable with the whole thing at all and didn't much want to try
and explain, so he managed a little lie. "Just a big brother of this guy on
my baseball team. He brought me a music CD my baseball friend made for me
on his computer." Sammy reached into his bag and produced it. That seemed
to settle mom's curiosity and Scott snatched the CD from Sammy's hands.

	"Hey! MOM! Scott took my CD."

	"Give it back Scott. If you want to see something, you ask; you
don't just grab."

	Scott smirked and handed it back. "Probably dorky kid songs
anyway."

	"Is not!" Sammy defended.

	"May I please see it?" Scott asked with excessive sweetness and
winking at his mother.

	"Here." Sammy held it out to him and climbed into the front
seat. Scott had considered shoving him back into the back seat where little
brothers actually belong, but he decided on pursuing world peace
instead. Maybe he'd get nominated for the Nobel prize.

	"There really is some good stuff on here. This one's like techno
with trumpets in it. I love it." Scott said impressed. "Your friend got
more of this stuff he can give you?"

	Sammy got nervous. "No, I don't think he can make any more."

	"Too bad." Scott tossed it over the seat and said, "Stick it in."

	Sammy did and their mom looked at Sammy oddly as the music
started. "I didn't know you were listening to this kind of music," she
said. Sammy just shrugged. He hoped she didn't ask what the name of the
group was, because he had no idea. Luckily, she didn't.

       They pulled into the parking lot at Durfee at the same time as Tommy
and his mom. Sammy immediately started telling Tommy about his new
Speedo. Tommy high-fived him and they half skipped, half ran through the
double glass doors. They were chatting busily at the counter when the moms
came in and showed their passes. Scott's mom paid for a summer pass for
Scott once he committed to keep coming more than just this once, then both
moms climbed the stairs to the spectator gallery. Tommy and Sammy followed
Scott to the men's lockers.

       "Oops," Tommy exclaimed. "I left my goggles in the car. Wait for
me." He handed his bag to Sammy and ran up the stairs. He ran back down
with the car keys and out to the car. Next, he ran back in with goggles in
one hand and keys in the other and ran back up the stairs. At last, he came
staggering down the stairs too tired to run any further.  Scott grabbed the
handle to the men's lockers and realized Sammy and Tommy were going to
follow him.

       "You can't come in here. You guys have to go to the boy's lockers,"
Scott said pointing down the wall.

       "Nuh-uh. We can go in here if we're with you. We do it with Mike all
the time and since we take lessons, it's okay."

       "Whatever. If you say so, but if we get yelled at, it's not my
fault," claimed Scott. He went in and held the door for Tommy. He was
holding it for Sammy too, but Sammy was staring at something outside the
big, glass entry doors.  "C'mon," commanded Scott. "What you looking at
anyway?"

       Sammy was startled back into reality and shook his head. "Umm,
nothing. Sorry." That was his second lie since leaving home. He had been
looking at tall kid, Devon, parking his bicycle and locking it up in the
rack just outside. He turned quickly and hurried inside the locker room.

       Scott searched the aisles of lockers hoping to find Mike. He wasn't
there, so he selected an end locker on the last row and started pulling off
his clothes. Tommy and Sammy opened vacant lockers next to him and started
undressing too. Tommy turned away and pulled off his whities and tossed
them into the locker. He anxiously slipped one of his small, dark feet into
a lime green Speedo.  Just then, two older guys stepped into the aisle and
Tommy spun away from them towards Scott and Sammy. Scott stared at Tommy's
hairless cut dick and small little ball sac as he pulled his Speedo up over
his little goodies. Sammy stripped naked before even unpacking his bag. He
didn't seem to care who saw him. Scott compared Tommy's and Sammy's bodies
and realized Sammy was changing from a little boy into a more defined
pre-teen. It hit him that Sammy wasn't his little squirt anymore; he was
more like an equal. Scott tried to imagine what it would be like being that
age again. He wondered if he would start up with Mike in sex play like he
had done before when they were twelve.

       Scott undressed and caught Tommy blatantly staring at his large
uncut dick. He was obviously comparing Sammy's smaller version to Scott's
giant one. No one said anything, of course, but Scott and Sammy both knew
what Tommy was doing and just let him do it.

       When they reached the door to the pool, a worker checked Sammy's and
Tommy's wristbands and waved them through. He stopped Scott. "Where's your
wristband?"

       "Oh, I'm not here for lessons, I'm just with my little brother."

       "Sorry, you have to go to the spectator gallery then. Only swimmers
are allowed in the pool area during lessons."

       Scott saw Mike in the pool and waved at him. Mike looked at him but
didn't wave back. Instead, he turned away and swam toward the pool
steps. Scott's heart sank and he nodded to the worker. "Oh, okay."

       Scott didn't really want to go sit with the two moms. He moped over
to the locker and sat down with his chin in his hands. He felt bad about
Mike and was miserable. He knew Sammy wanted him there to watch but he
didn't want to go up by his mom. A tall guy with curly, blond hair walked
out of the team locker area just then with his intact three inch dick
bobbing against his fuzzy balls at eye level. He had his towel slung over
his shoulder instead of around his waist like normal protocol. Scott could
only assume he was showing off, but it wasn't like he really had anything
to be so proud of. The sight of his tall muscular body reminded him of
Tom. He realized he was staring as the tall athlete slowed his pace,
grinned a bit, and stared back at Scott, looking him up and down as if
trying to place some recognition.  He continued on without speaking,
though.

       Scott dropped his chin back into his hands and pictured poor Tom on
the road the last time he had seen him. He struggled not to start
crying. He missed Tom. He really missed Tom a lot. He cursed himself for
not getting some way to contact Tom. He also cursed himself for not giving
Tom some way to contact him. He desperately wanted to see Tom again, but he
feared that he never would. He smiled a bit as he remembered Tom excitedly
digging through his bag for the ropes when he'd agreed to let himself get
tied up. He pictured Tom's lanky, naked body as he'd leapt off the bed and
then back onto it, grinning from ear to ear with a fistful of cotton
rope. He reflected on the feeling of Tom's stiff dick sliding into him. He
felt empty and lonely all of a sudden. He wanted to feel Tom's warm body
cuddling against his again. He deeply desired to feel Tom's dick up inside
him once more pushing against that special spot up there that sent him into
dazed euphoria. He wanted to hold and be held by him again. "Shit!" Scott
exclaimed and kicked the locker. "Ouch!"

       Scott rubbed his sore toes, opened the locker and got his shirt and
shoes out. "I hope he's okay, wherever he is," Scott said out loud to no
one. He trudged up the stairs in time to see most of the
lesson. Fortunately, there was only a brief interaction between him and the
moms before they turned their attention back to their female gossip and
ignored him. There were four of them chatting over each other and Scott
slid away a bit. He watched Mike intently as he patiently worked with
Sammy, two other young boys, and Tommy down in the pool. Sammy was clearly
the better pupil since Tommy seemed to show some hesitation with putting
his head under. Mike was very handsome and had an amazing body. When he
climbed out of the pool, you could see his oversized bulge in the white
Speedo, even from up in the gallery.  His body was sculpted and firm. His
movements were graceful and powerful at the same time. They were peers and
long time buds. Scott didn't want that to change. But he realized, sitting
there right then, what he felt for Mike was different from what he felt
about Tom.  It was the difference between a Hershey's kiss and a Godiva's
truffle. It was the difference between an army bugler and Dizzie Gillespie
on the trumpet. One was good, the other was extraordinary.

       Scott was proud of Sammy who managed an almost perfect dive right
off the bat. All of the other boys in the group started into a dive then
jumped feet first instead or belly flopped. There were actually two other
boys that Tommy's mom recruited to do lessons with Mike, so he could earn a
little more money.  Finally, the announcement came for free swim time and
the lesson groups cleared out of the pool. Sammy wrapped himself around
Mike after Mike said something to him and they hugged each other, pressing
tightly against their wet, almost naked bodies. As more people filed in and
started jumping into the pool, Sammy looked up at the gallery, smiled and
waved. Tommy started waving also and Scott had to nudge both moms to wave
back. Sammy then pointed at Scott and motioned for him to come down.

       "How long we gonna stay?" Scott asked - partly to know if it was
worth getting wet and partly to know if he'd have time to still ride his
dirt bike.

       "Half an hour to forty-five minutes," mom answered.

       "Okay. I'm going down then," said Scott. He scurried down the steps
and into the locker room. He peeled off his shirt and shoes and tossed them
into the locker. He fell in behind the same tall guy who'd ogled him
earlier. The tall guy was wearing a pale blue Speedo with no visible bulge
where there should normally be one, and Scott followed him out into the
pool area. Mike, Sammy, Tommy and the two other kids were splashing and
playing in the shallow end. The little guys were trying unsuccessfully to
dunk Mike. They would laugh and squeal when he would toss them off and push
them away under the water. Scott jumped in the deep end and swam over to
them.

       "Hi guys, can I join you?"

       Mike stopped horsing around with them and said, "Sure, take over; I
gotta go." He didn't look at Scott and bitterness rang in his voice. Sammy
and Tommy complained loudly and begged him to stay. Scott's heart sank.

       "Mike, you don't have to because of me. I'll just go swim laps,"
Scott offered.

       "No, stay and play with them. I don't want to look like a perv
playing around with young boys who aren't my brothers." He glared at
Scott. "I'll leave that to the camp expert."

       "Mike, c'mon. I'm sorry. I got it all wrong, I know now from talking
to Sammy I was jumping to conclusions. I was an ass and I'm really
sorry. Please?"

       Mike just shrugged. "I really do have to go. I have a date."

       "Yeah right; who's it with?" Scott didn't believe him, so Scott knew
he'd have to admit he didn't really have one and hopefully he'd stay so
they could talk.

       He shocked Scott when he said right out with no hesitation, "Shawna
Bates."

       Shawna was a real possibility. She flirted with him in science class
last year and went to all the swim meets and cheered for him. She went to
the same church as he did and they did youth outings together sometimes. He
said she was kind of annoying a few times, but Scott could tell he liked
the flirting and flirted back some.  She was neither pretty nor ugly. She
was just a regular girl. Scott thought she was in choir because he'd seen
her in a choir dress once at school. She definitely had set her sights high
in going after Mike and Mike was certainly hoping to do better and trying
hard to get in with the popular girls. So far, that hadn't succeeded
though.

       "Oh. Where you going?"

       "To the movies, if you must know. What are you my dad now?" Mike
snipped.

       "Can we talk while you get dressed? Please?" Mike had stepped out
and Scott had gone up on the first step. Scott was looking directly at the
big bulge in Mike's white Speedo. It was an uncomfortable bargaining
position and he moved up the steps further. Scott squeezed the water off
his board shorts. Mike stood with his hands on his hips studying
Scott. Without talking he gave a shake of his head toward the door to the
showers.

       "AWWW!" A collective call came from all the little swimmers. "You're
both leaving?" Tommy asked.

       "Yeah, practice what you learned today," Scott suggested. "I might
be back in a while." Mike and Scott grabbed their towels and went into the
shower area. They hung their towels on the hooks and Mike pulled off his
Speedo freeing his nice, thick penis that Scott had enjoyed sucking more
times than he could possibly count over the last four years. Scott pulled
off his board shorts and went with him into the showers. There were people
in the showers with them and when Scott started to explain about talking to
Sammy, Mike furrowed his brow and held a finger to his lips. He glanced at
the other guys in the showers and Scott sighed. It was so frustrating. He
wondered why it had to be so damned hard just to apologize. Mike shut his
shower off and pointed to the steam room. Scott followed him in.

       "Up on top, it's more private," he said. We climbed up to the top
shelf and leaned against the hot, steamy, tiled wall. "So talk."

       "Okay, I talked to Sammy and he told me how it all went down and
that you were even trying to avoid talking to him about sex stuff. I know
how annoyingly persistent he can be about things, so I get that he wouldn't
leave you alone about it. I would have done the same thing you did if it
were the other way around. I'm sorry. I don't want to mess up our
friendship."

       "Alright. Apology accepted."

       "That's it?"

       "Yeah. What else is there. You're sorry, so it's over." Mike started
to scoot off the shelf, but Scott reached over and took his arm. "What?" He
asked.

       "Thanks," Scott said. "You want me to make it up to you?"

       "How?"

       "I could quickly do the swallow your dick thing for you before you
go," offered Scott.

       Mike hesitated. "No thanks," he finally said, pulling free of
Scott's grasp and sliding off the shelf then exiting without another
word. Scott leaned back against the hot wall and pounded his fists on the
tiled shelf. Slowly, sadly, Scott slid off the shelf, rinsed off, put his
board shorts back on, and walked out to the pool. The tall guy was in the
shallow end lifting Sammy and his friends up over his head and spinning
them like a helicopter blade then tossing them into the water to their
extreme delight.

       "Scott!" Sammy called out, "Come play helicopter with us." Scott
took a breath and waded into the pool with them.  Scott lifted Sammy up out
of the water and could barely spin him over his head and toss him. Compared
to the job the tall guy was doing, Scott was pathetic. The others swam back
toward the tall guy when they saw Scott's lame effort.

       The tall guy put it together and said, nodding toward Sammy, who
just emerged from the water, "Are you guys brothers?"

       "Yeah," Scott said. "We are. Who are you?"

       "My name's Devon, I'm going to college here. Sammy's like a
miniature of you. It's obvious you're brothers."

       "Yup!" Exclaimed Sammy, jumping on Scott's neck, "I'm just like
Scott. Do helicopter again." Scott knew he was just being nice because the
tall guy did it a lot better, but Scott put all he had into spinning Sammy
and tossing him into the water.

       "Scott," mom called down from the gallery, "time to get out now."

       Scott looked up and waved acknowledgement. Sammy and Tommy naturally
complained but got out anyway when Scott did. Devon followed them into the
shower room. Scott peeled off his board shorts and stood under a hot shower
to rinse off. No one was in the showers so Sammy and even Tommy joined him
by pulling off their Speedos. Tommy turned toward the wall. The other two
swimming lesson boys hesitated then at Sammy's urging, giggled shyly as
they pulled off their suits. They copied Tommy and turned away. Scott felt
like he was back at camp showering with a bunch of hairless, little twelve
year olds. Devon selected a shower in the corner of the adjacent wall and
made an effort to peek at the boys as much as possible without being too
obvious. He failed, though, and Scott knew he was checking them out. It
added to his suspicions about him.

       "Don't forget to wash under your skin," Devon said to Sammy, who was
right next to him on the other wall's line of showers. Devon made a bit of
a show of peeling his foreskin back and soaping it up more than was
necessary. Sammy watched but didn't respond. Sammy turned away and cleaned
under his own foreskin away from Devon's view but in clear view of all the
others. Scott, who was next to Sammy also turned toward the younger boys
and quickly cleaned under his foreskin using the soap in the containers
mounted on the shower wall. It wasn't the best smelling crap but Scott had
failed to bring his own. He made a mental note to bring his Old Spice body
wash next time.

       "You guys want to go in the steam room for a bit? It's nice in there
after a hard swim," Devon suggested.

       "No, we're not allowed," Sammy blurted out immediately.

       "Ahh, no one cares if you're with an older guy. Besides, I'm on the
basketball team here at the college and I know the locker room
workers. C'mon in for a minute."

       "Maybe another time," Scott said, "we have to get going now."

       "Okay. Sure." Devon said smiling and shut off his shower. He walked
into the steam room fiddling with his balls along the way.

       Scott turned off his shower and rung out his suit. The others copied
him and grabbed their towels and dried off in the tiled area by the towel
hooks. They went to the lockers and started dressing. Sammy claimed he
needed to go pee and separated from them. Scott sat on the bench and pulled
his phone from his pants pocket and checked his messages. He had a half
dozen, five inviting him to the same event, dipping at Baker Reservoir, and
one from the high school band director. Scott quickly replied to the five
invites that he would check with his mom and let them know.

       Sammy doubled back and slipped over to the steam room. Checking
nervously to be sure no one was watching, he slid in and pushed the door
closed behind him. Devon smiled broadly as Sammy entered. He was sitting on
the lower level and jacking himself off. "Hey, Sammy! Where is everyone
else?"

       "Getting dressed."

       "You want something?" Devon asked hopefully.

       "Yes. Can you make more of those music CD's with the same kind of
music on them for me?" Sammy asked.

       "Sure. No problem, but ..." Devon left it hanging.

       "But what?" Sammy asked.

       "But, you have to do something in return for them," Devon
explained. "It's only fair."

       "Like what?" Sammy asked.

       Sammy glanced nervously at the door. "Up here," Devon said moving up
to the top shelf in the corner. He directed Sammy to stand on the second
level and kneel down. Sammy took a breath and slipped Devon's dick into his
mouth. It was a different feeling from sucking Mike's or Rib's. He couldn't
feel the defined edges of the head since it was covered in skin. He
wondered if that's what it would be like sucking Scott's.

       It wasn't fun like it had been doing it with the others. It was
scary and made him nervous someone would catch them. The feeling was dark
and not happy. Sammy didn't even get a boner himself while doing it.

       "Play with my balls while you suck me," instructed Devon. Sammy did
and soon Sammy felt Devon squirm and then he grabbed the back of Sammy's
head and held him in place as he pumped his bitter cum into Sammy's small
mouth. Sammy freaked out and grabbed Devon's arms and pulled himself hard
away and spit the nasty cum onto the tile at Devon's feet.

       "I don't like that."

       "Sometimes you have to do things you don't like in order to get what
you want," Devon said unsympathetically.

       "I gotta go before they look for me," Sammy said. "So now I get
another CD, right?"

       "Definitely. You totally earned it."

       "What took you?" Scott scolded when Sammy finally showed up.

       "I had to do more than just pee," Sammy explained. It wasn't exactly
a lie.

       "Well hurry up." Scott turned his attention to texting.

       Scott waited for Sammy to dress then they all headed down the far
aisle to leave. Two rows down were Tommy's other swim lesson friends
getting dressed. Devon was leaning on a locker just inside the row by the
boys with his towel slung over his shoulder and his semi-stiff dick exposed
to their view. Scott stopped and stared at him from the opposite end of the
row. Devon caught his eye and smiled. "Nice to meet all you guys. Maybe
I'll see you here some other time and we can get some time in the steam
room together. I was just telling Nate and Bobby here how nice it felt in
there and how good it is for your lungs. Sammy knows how good it feels,
don't you, Sammy?"

       "Yeah, it's ... umm, great," Sammy said looking away and walking
off.

       "You guys ready? Let's go." Scott said.

       Nate and Bobby grabbed their stuff and Devon spun away heading for
the team lockers. "Is it just me, or does that guy seem a little creepy?"
Scott asked.

       "Way creepy." They all agreed.

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