Date: Sun, 03 Apr 2011 18:17:42 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 13 of Just Like Scott by Hans Schreiber

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Chapter 13

Sammy Gets to Go and He Gets to Cum

       On the way home from the swimming lesson, they ate the snacks mom
had brought and chatted about the swimming lesson. Sammy was glad to have
something to change the taste in his mouth. Scott praised Sammy for being
the best one out there and that pleased Sammy a lot. They listened to
Sammy's new music CD along the way and Scott loved every single song on
it. "Hey mom, can you show me how to make a copy of this on the computer?"

       "I think I can do that," answered his mom.

       "Awesome. Can we do it when we get home?"

       "Sure, if you want."

       "Cool. Thanks."

       "So mom, can I go riding when we get home?" Scott asked.

       "I'm not a fan of you going out alone. What if something happens and
you get hurt?"

       "I won't be alone. Nick can go with. He got his new bike since he
sold me his old one. He sent me a text and asked me to meet up past the old
gravel pit. So can I go?"

       "After chores, I guess you can go," responded mom begrudgingly.

       "Aww, man. How much we gotta do?"

       "Pick the apricots and strawberries. Sammy, you have to pick up the
rotten ones that have fallen on the ground and the lower fruit with the
step ladder. Scott, you need to climb up and get the higher fruit. If you
do a good job, that's all you have to do."

       Scott knew better than to argue. Doing so would only get him more
chores added to the list. When they got home, Sammy ejected his music disc
and handed it to his mother asking her to make a copy. They hurried and
hung up their wet stuff to dry out back on the clothes line and went
straight to work on the apricots. "Scott, can I go riding with you?" Sammy
asked, "You said you would take me."

       "Can't this time squirt. I'm meeting up with some guys at Baker
Reservoir. Maybe next time."

      "But you promised you'd take me. I can go with to Baker Reservoir."

      "No you can't. There's no one your age going and we do stuff there
you can't do."

       "Yes I can. I went there with Mike last week and I can do the rope
swing and everything. I'm even better at the rope than Toad is," protested
Sammy.

       "You went to Baker with Mike?" Scott asked incredulous. "Is there
anything he didn't fucking initiate you with?"

       Sammy gasped at Scott's use of the "F" word. "Mom would be mad if
she heard you say that."

       "Well what mom don't know, won't hurt her, will it?"

       "Please can I go with? Is Ribs going? I like Ribs; he's really cool
and he's younger than you guys too," Sammy argued.

       "I guess if you've been there already, I could take you, but mom
would never approve of you going to Baker. So you'll just have to go
another time. I promise I'll take you riding tomorrow."

       "What mom don't know, won't hurt her," Sammy shot back with an evil
grin. "Course, I could accidentally slip and say something if I'm stuck
here alone."

       "That's blackmail, you little shit." Sammy simply shrugged and
continued grinning mischievously.

       "Okay, okay," Scott conceded, but you do whatever I tell you. Got
it?"

       "YES!" Sammy ran for the house and put on his jeans and hiking
boots. He got the helmet his dad had found for him at the thrift store. He
was so excited.

       At first, their mom objected to Sammy going, but Scott convinced her
by saying he would have to go slow with him on behind him and so it would
be safer. Scott asked if he could take some drinks and snacks in a backpack
for when they took breaks or for when Sammy sat and watched him and Nick
ride fast in some places. Mom agreed and Scott loaded up. He stuffed a
towel in the pack as well. Together they pushed the bike up the side of the
road toward the canal road. Nick had sent Scott a text explaining what
roads and trail to take to get to Baker. They had to park the bikes about
1/2 mile away and hike in the last part, so Scott brought a bicycle lock to
secure his motorbike with. As they passed the Jenkins farm, Mr. Jenkins was
out front getting the mail.

       "What's wrong with you boy? You tetched in the head? Don't you know
you're supposed to ride that thing, not push it?" Mr. Jenkins joked.

       "Yes sir, but the local sheriff might not agree with you on that."

       "Where you headed off to?"

       "Up by the old gravel pit."

       "That's a long ways yet."

       "Yes sir, but if you want to ride, you have to do what it takes,"
responded Scott. Scott stopped and leaned against the seat and unharnessed
his heavy backpack. Scott pulled a couple water bottles out and handed one
to Sammy who was panting heavily from all the pushing in the hot afternoon
sun.

       "That's what I admire about you, son. You put in a full effort to
whatever you set your mind to. Your ma mentioned you might be available to
help me out with my irrigating. That right?"

       "Yes sir, I'm back home now from camp."

       "Can you start on Monday?"

       "Sure. That gives me a little time to get some riding on my new bike
in. Thanks."

       "I have me an idea for that as well. How about you store that
contraption in my shed? You can ride it along the irrigating roads to do
the irrigating. I got some straps you can use to attach a shovel to the
handle bars. You can fill up the tank from my tractor storage tank. Jus' be
sure you don't go putting diesel in it, hah. You'll know right off if'n you
do. After you do the morning irrigating, you can go on up to the canal
roads and onto the power line roads and have your fun before coming back to
change the water around one. Then you can do what you want 'til 6 when we
get our final watering. What you think?"


       Scott's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Really?"

       Mr. Jenkins turned his head and spit a gooey brown mess of chew into
the grass. "Don't ever start chewing. Nasty habit. Yup, I'm serious as can
be - I hate irrigating. I'll pay you $30 a day, but it means you have to be
here three times a day every day for the growing season."

       "Yes sir. Thanks. I'll do it."

       "If'n you want. You can ride that thing on the irrigating roads now,
so you don't have to push it any farther. You know, I had me one of them
things when I was young. I used to race it. Wasn't half bad. Don't get
old. It stinks. That's my two bits o' advice for you boys today - don't
ever chew or use any kind o' tobacco fer that matter, and don't get
old. See you Monday bright and early," Mr. Jenkins called out over his
shoulder as he limped toward his weathered farm house with his hands full
of mail.

       "That's great!" exclaimed Sammy. "Can I come help sometimes?"

       "Maybe." Scott stuck the empties into the pack and handed it to
Sammy to put on. "Here, you wear this now and get on behind me. Keep your
feet out away from the wheels. If you get a foot caught in the spokes it'll
hurt bad."

       "Will I get paid?"

       "What?" Scott asked confused.

       "If I help - will I get paid?"

       "Oh. Maybe. Let's get going. Move over." Sammy put on the backpack
and nearly caved under its weight. Scott kicked the starter four or five
times and the engine roared to life. "Climb on."

       Sammy swung his leg up but Scott had to help pull him up into
place. He wrapped his arms around his brother's waist and stuck his feet
out wide. Scott tapped it into first gear and turned into the Jenkins wide,
gravel driveway and then to the canal roads. He followed those to the power
lines and traveled parallel to the foothills all the way past the old
gravel pit and into the state forest. When he reached trail number 3N57, he
turned onto it like Nick had instructed. In no time, he found nick's shiny,
new Honda 250 four-stroker leaning against a tree with a chain wrapped
around it. Scott let Sammy off and chained his bike to Nick's along with
both of their helmets, so they wouldn't have to carry them with.

       "Can you take this pack? It's heavy," pleaded Sammy.

       "Sure squirt." Scott took the pack and they set off through the
brush and then the meadow toward Baker Reservoir. Scott had explored these
woods a lot and knew exactly where he was. Sammy had no idea. Sammy had to
half jog to keep up. Scott was excited to get there. When they arrived, the
first thing they saw was Rib's skinny naked butt scaling the big rock.

       "Hey! We made it." Ribs looked down and smiled.

       "Look who's here! It's minnow, the billy-bob kid," Ribs yelled
out. Nick walked over to the edge of the rock and peered down at us. His
hairy body was glistening in the sunshine from all the droplets of water
clinging to his hairs.

       "Bout time you effin showed. Hurry up and get your asses bare and
get up here," Nick said putting his hands on his hips and tapping his foot
impatiently.

       "You have such a way with words, Nick - you should be a poet," Scott
joked. He pulled his jersey off and started unbuckling his boots. Sammy
walked over to a rock a ways from the pond and sat on it to take his hiking
boots off. Sammy folded all of his clothes and placed them neatly on the
rock well away from any chance of getting wet. Scott dropped his gear next
to Nick's and climbed the rock. Sammy looked up as Scott climbed and
marveled at the size of his large dangling balls peeking out from between
his legs as he stretched for footholds along his climb. Sammy scampered up
the rock and was hoisted the last couple of feet by Ribs.

       Once on top, Ribs gave him a big hug and said, "I'm so glad you came
with. Now I'm not the youngest one here. There was a new kid who was taller
than Ribs but not as skinny and looked closely enough like him to be his
older brother. He was well muscled with a swimmer's body, but not anywhere
nearly as broad as Nick and Mike are. He had the same dark complexion as
Ribs and a Speedo tan. His dick was thicker than Ribs, though oddly, he had
absolutely no hair anywhere on his whole body except for the buzzed, black
stubble on his head. It made him look like a little kid in a teenage sized
body.

       "Is that your brother?" Sammy asked pointing.

       "Yeah."

       "What's wrong with him?"

       "What do you mean?"

       "He's got no hair," Sammy said.

       "Oh that. He's on a swim club and he shaves his body to make himself
go faster in the water," explained Ribs.

       "He has to shave even down there," Sammy said pointing at his
crotch.

        Ribs laughed. "No, he doesn't have to shave there for swim, but he
does that just because he likes how it feels to be bald. He's weird. He
sits in the tub and shaves all over. It makes him look like a little kid, I
think. He says his girlfriend likes it so he keeps doing it. Whatever gets
you laid more, I guess."

       "Wow," was all Sammy could say. He kept looking at it and looking
away so it wasn't obvious he was looking. Everyone else must have been used
to it because they didn't pay any attention. Everyone took turns on the
rope. The older boys all did tricks, including Scott. Sammy got brave
enough to try flipping upside down and doing a kind of dive into the water
after a while. Toad still just dropped awkwardly into the water each
time. His only trick was an occasional cannonball that sent a big plume of
water into the air.

       "Let's play fag tag," suggested Nick. "New rules, though. If you're
it, you can swim normal freestyle. If you're not it, you have to do a
backstroke of some sort. If the "it" person grabs your balls or dick, then
you're it and you can switch over to freestyle and no tag backs for a count
of twenty."

       "I can't swim on my back very good," Sammy complained. Scott shot
him a glare. Up until then, Scott had pretty much either treated him as an
equal or ignored him. He hadn't tried to boss him around or tell him to
shut up or anything like that.

       "Okay, the minnow can swim any way he wants whether he's it or not,"
Nick adjusted.

       "Last one in is it," yelled Ribs as he leapt off the rock into the
deep pond. Everyone except Sammy and Toad followed. Toad rushed to the
backside of the rock and started climbing down.  Sammy gauged whether he
could beat him down or not and then looked toward the pond below. He
gulped, closed his eyes, and grabbed his balls.

       "Yee-haw," he yelled as he jumped off the rock and splashed into the
pond feet first. It seemed like forever before he stopped going down and he
kicked his feet and pulled frantically at the water with his arms to claw
his way to the surface. When he emerged and drew in a gasping breath, it
was almost as exciting as cumming.

       "Toad's it!" shouted Nick. Everyone scrambled. It didn't take too
long before Toad caught Ribs with the new rules. Ribs immediately headed
for Sammy, catching up to him at the far end of the pond. Ribs rolled over
and reached under Sammy's hips to grab a handful of his little dick and
balls.

       "You've gotten faster since last week," Ribs declared, moving to the
sandy edge for a breather.

       "I been taking swim lessons from Mike," Sammy proudly
announced. Scott was happy for his little brother having something to be
proud of in front of the older boys. Sammy chased after the older swim team
guys, not trying to go after the easy target, Toad. After a while, Scott
swam close enough that Sammy could catch him and for the first time in his
life, he grabbed his older brother's large balls and squeezed them. They
felt so big. "You're it!" Sammy called out.

       "Okay, I'm it. You can let go now!" Sammy was still clinging to
Scott's balls. He blushed and let go and swam away. Everyone laughed.

       "Hey Sammy, you gonna get one of them giant Johnson Johnsons when
you grow up?" Nick joked. "Then all the girls will fuckin' follow you
around the halls drooling on themselves like they do to Scott."

       Everyone thought that was way funny. "You're just jealous since the
only place girls pay any attention to your dick is in chemistry class where
they have microscopes." The game went on for a while and next time Sammy
got a chance to grab Scott, he wrapped his hand around his dick instead of
his balls.
       After Toad had been it for about five minutes, he swam to the edge
and said, "I give up. Let's go mess around at the meadow." This idea had
unanimous approval and everyone headed over to the rocks. They all grabbed
their towels and dried off. Then they put their shoes on for the short hike
to the secluded meadow. Scott and Nick got razzed for how stupid they
looked completely naked except for their large dirt bike boots.

       "Fuck you all," declared Nick.

       As they were heading out, Rib's big brother said, "Wait! I hear
something." He wrapped his towel around himself and waddled over to the
corner of the big rock. "Whew," he breathed a sigh of relief. "It's just
Mike." Mike suddenly appeared, flushed and sweating from riding his bike up
the hill.

       "Mike!" Sammy exclaimed. He ran up to him and gave him a quick
hug. Mike seemed uncomfortable with that in front of the others, so Sammy
pulled away and said. "I got something for you." Sammy dug in the backpack
and pulled out the music CD. Mom made a copy of it for me, so I could give
you one. Scott tried his best not to be jealous and irritated, but there
was no hope. Sammy knew how much he liked the CD and he assumed when he
asked their mom to make a copy that it was for him, not for Mike. Scott
glowered.

       "Thanks, Sammy. I'm glad you're all still here." Mike put the CD in
his backpack, took a big swig of water from his water bottle and said, "I
woulda' been really pissed off if I came all the way up here for nothing."
Mike let his bike drop. He bent over and unrolled the lock from around the
seat. Mike tossed the lock to Toad and instructed him to take it off into
the bushes and lock it up for him. Toad obediently complied, trudging naked
with Mike's bike up around some large bushes and a rock outcropping. Toad
returned with his dick bobbing under his roll of belly fat just as Mike was
pulling off his boxers.

       "Just like you to show up just in time for the sex. Where the hell
you been?" Nick asked.

       "Up yours. Oh wait, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Mike said
laughing and shaking his large, limp dick at Nick. "For your information, I
had a date. I took Shawna Bates to a matinee."

       "Oooo. A date with a GIRL. That's a new development. Did you feel
her up?" Nick said rubbing his well developed pecs and pinching his nips.

       "No, it was a first date. I'm not a sex crazed pig like you are,"
answered Mike as he walked into the pond to cool off. "I held her hand,
though."

       "Woooo, he held her hand everybody. Mikey bunts the ball and runs to
first base," Nick chided.

       "Hey I brought some snacks for everyone." Scott remembered his stash
and wanted everyone to eat them, so he wouldn't have to pack them back
home. He passed out the water bottles and granola bars and some apricots
he'd put in a Tupperware. Everyone gleefully chowed down on it, tossing
their trash by the clothes piles. "Let's go before it gets any later."
Scott urged when Mike came back out of the pond.

       Everyone headed toward the meadow and Nick, who was leading the way
suddenly stopped, whirled around and announced, "I speak for doing it with
Scott today. I wanna get another killer suck off job." Everyone laughed and
Scott blushed. He felt foolish having him say that in front of Sammy. He
was not at all comfortable having Sammy along. He had tried,
unsuccessfully, to talk him into staying behind while they ate their
snacks. No one was about to stay back with him, though and Sammy wasn't
staying alone. Scott was also annoyed by Nick speaking for him as a partner
since he was hoping to do it with Mike now that he was here. He thought
that might help with the making up.

       Nick spread his towel on the edge of the meadow and assumed the
position, already sporting a throbbing boner. "Work your magic, dude," Nick
said as Scott pulled Nick's and his own dirt bike boots off to set them
aside.

       "I wanna 69 with the minnow again," Ribs said, grabbing Sammy from
behind and packing him over next to Scott and Nick. "That was so hot last
time."

       "I feel like humping the hairless wonder girl. Who's got some lube
we can borrow?" Mike said slinging his arm over Rib's brother's shoulder
and feeling up his hairless dick and balls with his other hand. Rib's
brother reached over and started stroking Mike to full hardness.
       "I got some in my backpack," Scott answered, pulling off Nick's dick
to speak.

       "You'll have to go get it yourself though, Scott's effin busy right
now. Back to work, dude," Nick said, directing Scott back onto his
twitching cock. Sammy kept peeking at Scott as he lay on his back with
Rib's skinny dick in his mouth. Ribs was arched over the top of Sammy and
slurping up his small boner and little marbles. Ribs' pubes tickled Sammy's
chin as they brushed against it on each downward thrust. Scott peeked back
watching his little brother 69 with the dark skinned boy. He was intrigued
by Sammy's body movements as he started getting more and more into the
sex. Nick admonished Scott several times to pay attention to what he was
doing.

       Toad was the odd man out and had plopped himself down on his towel
facing all the action and slowly jacking himself. He'd been hard
practically the whole time since eating the snacks. Toad licked his middle
finger of his free hand and pressed it up inside his butt. "God, that's
disgusting," declared Nick with a shake of his head.

       Mike made Rib's brother go with him to retrieve the lube. When they
got it, they decided to just do it there by the pond. The chance of anyone
showing up late afternoon on a Thursday was pretty slim. Besides, they
decided to do it up on top of the rock where they could see if anyone was
coming. They climbed the rock, but they soon found out it was way
uncomfortable laying on top of each other with just a towel between them
and the rock surface. They ended up standing up and greasing up their
loins. They fondled each other for a while before Mike dipped down and
slipped his large dick between his partner's hairless legs and pressing up
into his hairless ball sac. Mike loved the smooth feel of it. He was the
only one Mike really liked humping with. Usually, he just wanted someone to
suck him and would return the favor if they insisted.

       Rib's brother liked getting humped by Mike, feeling his giant dick
between his legs turned him on somehow. He got laid regularly by his
girlfriend so he didn't really care about getting sucked or jacked off by
other guys that much. Somehow, though, being close and personal with Mike
and his giant tool was exciting to him, and he would pretend he was the
girlfriend getting fucked and it almost always made him cum from the
friction on his dick created by the bumping and grinding between their
solid, greasy abs.

       "Holy shit!" Mike cried out.

       "Are you cumming already?" Rib's brother asked.

       "No, but someone else is! Look!"

       Rib's brother twisted his head and said "Holy shit! Someone is
coming!" They separated and scrambled off the rock. The two of them grabbed
and gathered everyone's clothes, cursing the bulky motorcycle gear of Nick
and Scott. They high-tailed it upstream into the meadow, and they started
hollering as soon as they entered.

       Scott was lying on top of Nick and rubbing his dick along Nick's
hairy crack. Nick was sucking Toad off, who was positioned in front of him
with his legs spread. Sammy had just reached his orgasm and had thrown his
legs up around Rib's head and was shaking all over. That sent Ribs over the
edge and he groaned as his cum started filling Sammy's mouth. Sammy
recovered from his orgasm and swallowed some of Rib's cum. The excess
dribbled out the corners of his mouth and down his chin and cheek. Ribs
slowly humped Sammy's cum filled mouth during his relaxation period with an
expression of complete euphoria. Scott watched with strangely mixed
emotions. Before Scott or Toad reached orgasms of their own, the shouting
friends startled them. Everyone stopped their activity and stared at the
two approaching Paul Revere's.

       "A light green truck is coming up the road," announced Mike. They
tossed everyone's clothes on the ground and they all scrambled to get
dressed.

       "Hey! Where's mine?" Sammy practically cried. Everything was claimed
and in the process of getting pulled onto a body while Sammy just stood
there in shock.

       "We grabbed everything that was there," Rib's brother stated.

       "I put mine back farther so they wouldn't get wet," Sammy explained.

       "Oh, shit," Scott said, "What did you do that for?"

       "I didn't want them to get wet from everyone dripping on them like
happened last time I came here." His voice was wavering and he was on the
verge of tears standing there naked except for his boots. They all crept
back downstream a ways and found a place to hide behind some bushes and
watched to see what would happen.

       A light green Department of Forestry truck appeared and a woman
ranger got out. She walked around the beach area and shook her head as she
inspected the apricot pits, food wrappers and empty water bottles. She
climbed up the rock and found the bottle of lube. "Oh, fuck. We forgot
that," Mike whispered. Toad started giggling softly and everyone shot him a
dirty look. They were all panicky except Toad, who kept struggling not to
laugh.

       The ranger lady gave a couple tugs on the rope and visually
inspected the knot. She descended the rock and went to her truck. She
returned with a white, plastic trash bag and collected all the trash. She
picked up the backpack and went through all the pockets. All she found was
the empty Tupperware and a leftover water bottle and ... she held the pouch
in her fingertips as though it was contaminated.


       "What the fuck?" Breathed Nick. "Why'd you bring an effin rubber?"

       "Shhh," was all Scott answered pressing a finger to his lips. Sammy
and Mike wondered the same thing though. Why had he?

       "Damn kids been up here fornicating in the forest," said the lady
ranger out loud. "No decency these days." Then something else caught her
attention. She walked over and Sammy groaned as she picked up his shirt and
jeans. She held them up and dangled them in front of her shaking her head
and clucking her tongue. "They start younger and younger," she declared
"what's this world coming to?" She searched the pockets of the jeans but
found nothing. She carefully scanned the area again. The boys cringed as
her eyes passed over them. At last, she dropped Sammy's clothes into the
white trash bag along with the backpack and returned to her truck. Tossing
the bag into the bed, she climbed in and drove off.

       "She took them!" Sammy cried out when she was clearly gone. "She
took my clothes!" He dropped back on his haunches looking like he might
throw up.

       Toad was on his back rolling around in tears from laughter. Ribs and
his brother broke into nervous laughter once Toad started.

       "She stole my backpack," Scott said. "I almost brought my cell phone
with. What if I would have?"

       "Why did you have a rubber in your pack?" Nick asked.

       Scott thought quickly of a believable lie. "They were just in there
still from up at camp in case I got another chance to get laid." That was a
quick recovery. Scott relaxed as he saw everyone, including Sammy, buy into
it. Truth was, he'd brought them just in the outside chance someone might
be willing to try something new and exciting. "Let's get out of here,"
Scott added.

       "Yeah, for sure. That was so close," Ribs said. Everyone stood and
started toward the stream.

       "Guys! I'm naked! You can't leave me!" Sammy shrieked. His mouth was
pulled into a deep frown, and he was convulsing in panicked shudders,
fighting against breaking into sobs.

       "Oh, shit," Scott said turning around, "I forgot. I knew I shouldn't
have let you come. You're always trouble." That did it. Sammy broke into
heaving sobs burying his face into his hands bursting with fear, sadness
and the sting of Scott's words. Mike and Ribs rushed to his either side and
held him.

       "Don't worry. We won't leave you," Ribs said gently. Mike glared at
Scott, who looked away.

        "Of course we won't leave you, Sammy. Stop bawling and let's figure
out what to do." Scott was worried for his brother, but annoyed at the same
time. Why did he have to put his clothes apart from the others'? He was
always doing stuff like that. Scott was also more than a little worried
about how he was going to explain this at home. He couldn't just show up
with a naked Sammy behind him on his bike. Plus they had to push it down
the road for a long ways. Someone would for sure see them. He couldn't wait
for dark or they would have the whole sheriff's department out looking for
them. "Think, think, think," he said to himself.

       He was distracted by the thought that here again, Mike was Sammy's
hero coming to his rescue while Scott was the bad guy. He was still annoyed
that Sammy had given him the music CD, and he was annoyed at himself that
he couldn't get over it.

       "Fuck, I have no idea what to do," Scott finally said out
loud. Everyone just stared back at him having the same problem. Sammy broke
into a fresh set of sobs.

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