Date: Sat, 09 Apr 2011 11:02:34 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 14 of Just Like Scott by Hans Schreiber

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       Chapter 14

       Undecided

       Scott stared at his little brother, stark naked except for his
hiking boots, sitting on the sparse grass with his knees pulled up tightly
against his chest and crying. Mike and Ribs were trying to console him by
saying we'd figure something out, but they had no better idea than any of
us what to do. Sammy felt weak and vulnerable sitting there as the only
naked one, surrounded by Scott's older friends, who were all now fully
dressed and staring at him pitifully. When the ranger lady dropped his
clothes into her trash bag, Sammy almost swallowed his tongue. When she
drove off in a cloud of dust, his young mind frazzled and a searing hot
knife of panic drove itself deep into his gut.

        "Maybe I just have to ride home and tell mom and dad the truth and
we can bring you some more clothes," Scott said. He didn't like the idea
any better than the rest of them, Sammy especially. The horrified looks on
their faces silently spoke their harsh objections. "Well, what else then?"
Scott threw his hands out in frustration.

       "How about this," Nick started. "I ride home fast. I get in my truck
and go to your house. I tell your mom that your motorbike is having
mechanical trouble, stranding you up on the mountain. I tell her I need the
manual for the bike to fix it, and can I please go to your room to get
it. While I'm there, I sneak into Sammy's room and grab some clothes, stuff
them in my pack and bring them back."

       Scott stared at his friend for a minute then broke into a smile.
"You're either going to be a great politician or spend a considerable
amount of your life in prison. That's brilliant."

       Everyone agreed it was a great plan and most of them were thrilled
to be off the hook by not being part of it. "You and Sammy just hang out
here until I get back," Nick said turning to leave.

       "Wait. There's a problem," Scott said deflated. "If I wait here, by
the time you get home, go to my house, get the clothes and get back up
here, it's gonna be almost dark. There's no way to get my dirt bike home
and I can't ride it in the dark. There's no way to get it from the trail
where it's parked over to here, so we can't put it in your truck."

       "Fuck," was all Nick could think of to say. "Then you'll just have
to go with me and we'll leave your bike at my house. I'll come by and pick
you up on my way back up here. Only you won't go all the way to my house in
case my old man's home. I'll pick you up at the top of Crescent Street.
Stash your bike in the bushes there just above the cul-de-sac."

       "Yeah, okay. That'll work."

	"NO!" shouted Sammy in resurging panic. "You can't leave me here
all alone and naked. I won't let you. Please. NO!"

	Everyone looked deflated again.

	"Mike, will you stay with him?" Scott asked.

	"Yeah.  Please, Mike, will you?" Sammy brightened and looked
imploringly at Mike, who shifted nervously.

	"I'd like to, you know, but ..." Mike stammered and continued, "I
can't. I have to get home."

	"Why?" Scott asked not letting him off the hook that easy.

	"Someone's coming over."

	"Just text them and tell them you can't be there." Scott didn't say
it as a suggestion; it was more of a directive. Mike bristled at Scott's
tone of voice.

	"I can't. It's Shawna coming over. I told her I would help plan the
church youth activity for this Saturday. I can't just blow her off."

	"Oooo. Mikey rounds first base and sets his sights on second. Gonna
make out in your room with her?" Nick teased.

	"Just shut up, alright," Mike flared.

	"Mike, this is more important. We have an emergency here and we
need your help. C'mon be a friend. Just call her and tell her you need to
help out a friend. She'll understand," Scott urged.

	Mike sat staring at the ground for an uncomfortable period then
said, "No. I can't. Sorry." He stood up and rushed away to everyone's
astonishment. Sammy started crying again. Scott wasn't sure what made him
angrier - that Mike was hurting Sammy or that he was choosing a stupid girl
he just barely went out with once over us. This wasn't how friends acted,
which meant he wasn't really a friend. That realization slammed a door in
Scott's heart, leaving him standing alone in a dark, cold, empty room.
Maybe he deserved it. Maybe he knew deep down it was coming, but he hadn't
wanted to believe it.

	"Stop crying. That's not helping Sammy," Scott ordered.

	"I, I ... I can't help it."

	Ribs spoke up. "I'll stay with Sammy until you get back." He turned
to his brother. "Tell mom I went to the movies with my friend, Chris, and
you tried to call but your phone was dead. Tell her I'll be home right
after. You better tell her that you rode with me to Cox's theater and made
sure I was there safely and met up with Chris and that they're giving me a
ride home, so she doesn't worry and call Chris' mom or something."

	"Yeah. Okay." Rib's brother agreed. We heard the rustling and noise
of Mike retrieving his bike and tearing off down the road. "I can't believe
what a jerk Mike turned out to be."

	Everyone nodded and muttered subdued agreement. It was like he'd
died or something. Mike had been Scott's best friend for so many years.
Scott had always tried everything to please him. They shared everything
together including each others beds. Scott had told Mike things no one else
knew or would ever know. He taught Mike how to suck dicks and gave him his
first orgasm and now he just abandoned them. He spent all last week sexing
up poor Sammy and making himself into this fucking idol in Sammy's mind and
then just crushes him over some stupid girl. What he just did was
unforgivable. It was unacceptable.

       As Scott's mind started to permit the truth to creep in, he accepted
the fact that he never really felt equal to Mike. He was always a bit
inferior and Mike sort of kept it that way. Mike had his amazing body, his
athletic ability, and his way of making others like him so easily. The only
way Scott outshined Mike was in his exceptional musical abilities and Mike
found a way to snuff that out by declaring band members geeks and
pressuring him to give it up. Now that Scott was getting interest in dirt
bikes and was good at it, Mike started putting that down too. The truth
hurt and tears were stinging in Scott's eyes. He needed to get control. One
crybaby Johnson was enough for right now.

	He missed Tom. Tom was a true friend. He was loyal and caring. He
made you feel good about yourself and was interested in you. Scott decided
that was the kind of person, and friend, he wanted to be. Tom's words
sprang to Scott's mind from his lecture in the tent about being your own
self and not what someone else wants you to be, just to fit in. The Gavin
DeGraw song he liked so much since hearing it at camp popped back into his
head.  I don't wanna be anything other than what I been tryin' to be
lately, All I have to do is think of me and have peace of mind, I'm tired
of looking 'round rooms wonder what I gotta do, Or who I'm supposed to be,
I don't wanna be anything other than me.

	"Thanks Ribs," Scott said appreciatively. Scott knelt in front of
Sammy and lifted his head off his knees. He looked him in the eye. Sammy
reached up and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. He continued to
suck in little gasps of breath and jerk occasionally as he fought to gain
control of his fear and emotions. "Sammy," Scott said in a reassuring and
bold tone. "I won't abandon you. I will be back for you. Ribs will stay
with you and it will be all okay. Trust me. I will never abandon you. I
love you, squirt."

	Relief coursed through Sammy's body and he broke into tears again.
Ribs moved away and Scott reached around and embraced his little brother
and held him tightly as Sammy cried tears of relief and joy instead of
fear. Toad and Ribs were wiping their eyes as discreetly as possible. Even
Nick was biting his lower lip and fighting a display of emotion. Scott
leaned back and tousled his brother's hair. "Everyone leave your towels for
Sammy to wrap up in. It could get a little cold before we get back. C'mon,
Nick, let's get going."

       Scott was in take charge mode. The two practically ran to the
motorbikes and they rode like a wildfire was behind them to get back to
Nick's house. Nick had to slow up occasionally in particularly difficult
stretches, but for the most part, Scott kept up pretty well. Toad actually
offered to stay behind as well but was visibly relieved that Ribs said he
didn't need to. Toad knew he would be in trouble if he showed up home too
late. When everyone had left, Sammy wrapped the towels around him, except
for his own, which he spread on the ground to sit on.

	"Sorry I was such a crybaby," Sammy said, a bit embarrassed now
that he was able to look back on the situation and the crisis had an
apparent solution.

	"No worries, minnow. I probably would've been the same way if it
was me. It must've been scary when that ranger bitch dropped your clothes
in the bag. It was scary for me and they weren't even my clothes."

	"It was so scary. I freaked out inside. I wanted to yell at her,
but I couldn't. I hope you don't get in trouble for helping me. I'm sure
glad you stayed, though."

	"Nah, I'll be okay and if I get caught and in trouble, it'll blow
over. You need me and that's all that matters right now," said Ribs with a
kind smile.

	"Thanks."

	"So what should we do while we wait?" asked Ribs. Sammy responded
with an "I don't know" sort of shrug. "Wanna swing on the rope some more?"

	"No. What if the ranger lady comes back and catches us?"

	"That'd be great!" said Ribs right off and Sammy stared at him in
disbelief. With a sly grin, Ribs explained, "We'd sneak up on her and drag
her off into the bushes and tie her up. Then we'd get your clothes back and
drive her truck back to your house. When Nick arrived, we'd be on the front
porch with our feet up and ask him what took so long."

	Sammy started giggling. "You're crazy."

	"Well I can't just sit here for a couple hours. I have to do
something."

	"We could play make believe," suggested Sammy.

	"How do you mean?"

	"We could be Indians and we could be tracking buffalo or maybe
attacking a group of cavalry soldiers. Or maybe we could be defending our
village from another band of wild Indians. You kind of look like an
Indian. Are you one?"

	"Partly, sort of, but not like you're thinking. My grandpa, on my
dad's side, is Indian but not American Indian, he's from the country,
India."

	"Oh, cool." Sammy only had a vague idea about India and the people,
but if Ribs was one of them, then he decided India Indians were very cool
people. "So you wanna play?"

	"Sure. Why not? I haven't done anything like that for a long time.
Let me get in costume though, like you are." Ribs stood up and stripped
naked. He rolled his clothes in a towel and hid them in the brush. "Just in
case she comes snooping around again." He smiled and winked at Sammy, "Me
ready, Brave Minnow. We go scout out soldiers."

	"First put on war paint," said Sammy. Ribs and Sammy went down by
the stream and found some mud to smear on their chests and cheeks for war
paint. "Eeee-Yah-Yah-Yah-Yah-Yah!" shouted Sammy waving a stick in the air
and dancing around in a war dance. Ribs smiled as he watched Sammy get into
it. His little dick bobbed up and down as he pranced around in a circle
whooping and pumping his stick lance in the air. Ribs found a lance of his
own and joined in the naked war dance. In no time, Ribs lost his
inhibitions, and he felt ten years old again, carefree and bubbling with
imagination.

	The two warriors walked back to the secret sex meadow and
stealthily crept across it. They paused at the far side and motioned to the
imaginary warriors to follow. They peered through the brush and devised the
plan of attack. "Look out!" cried Sammy. "There army scout. Has revolver
pointed at you. Me get him." Sammy leapt to his feet and like a courageous
Indian brave, hurled his stick lance into the brush. "Got him!" Sammy
declared proudly.

	"You saved me, Brave Minnow. Me owe you plenty."

	Sammy giggled. "Let's get our bows and arrows.  Must warn village
about attack, Skinny Wolf." Now Ribs broke character and started laughing
at his new Indian name. They retreated to the stream again and gathered
rocks and sticks and a couple willows. Ribs pulled the shoelaces from his
shoes and tied them to the small willows fashioning a sort of bow. They
pretended to shoot arrows and throw rocks at the imaginary cavalry.

       "Oh no!" cried Sammy, "We're losing. Wait. Look! Another tribe come
help. Messengers we send, make it through." After a renewed assault on the
imaginary army, they declared victory over the retreating soldiers. They
danced a victory dance and then made a campfire ring with the rocks and
piled sticks in it. They sat Indian style around the pretend campfire and
smoked an imaginary peace pipe with the neighboring tribe that came to
their rescue. Ribs and Sammy passed the long hollow reed back and forth
pretending to take long drags on their peace pipe reed. Sammy noticed that
Ribs was getting a boner sitting there.

       "Since you save Skinny Wolf life, Brave Minnow, I must perform
sacred ceremony for you. We become like one. Skinny Wolf and Brave Minnow
be cum brothers for many moons."

       Sammy grinned and set the peace pipe in the fire. "You show Brave
Minnow how, Skinny Wolf."

       Ribs walked behind Sammy and pulled him into the cool grass of the
meadow and laid him flat on his back. "We mix cum and eat. Skinny Wolf and
Brave Minnow share sacred seed and stay cum brothers always."

       "But," Sammy whispered, not wanting to ruin the game but realizing a
problem with the whole idea. "I don't squirt stuff yet."

       "Yes you do."

       "Nuh-uh."

       "You did earlier when we sucked each other. I tasted it."

       "I did? Really?" Sammy said, eyes bulging.

       "Not a lot, but some for sure."

       "Wow. Let's do it!"

       Ribs smiled at Sammy's excitement and slid between Sammy's legs. He
started sucking on him. Sammy lifted his head and watched as his hard
wiener appeared and disappeared from Rib's mouth. Ribs rubbed up and down
Sammy's chest and belly and around his upper thighs. Sammy loved being
rubbed and sucked like that. Sammy reached down and ran his fingers through
Rib's jet black hair. "It's getting close, Skinny Wolf."

       "Okay." Ribs pulled off the sucking and Sammy almost regretted
saying anything since he loved getting sucked. Ribs slid up and pressed his
groin against Sammy's and began humping. His longer dick and larger balls
pressed into Sammy's young abdomen and their hard little lance's rubbed and
stimulated each other. Rib's rocks in his sac pulled up tight and pressed
into Sammy's small medicine pouch. They stared into each other's eyes and
smiled at each other as they watched the effect of the growing orgasm. They
witnessed the glazing over and their expressions turn serious as the
impending attack grew ever closer. Ribs increased his intensity and
thousands of tiny arrows began prickling Sammy's dickhead. Suddenly, Sammy
tensed up and the bugler signaled charge. A burst of cannon fire exploded
from deep within Sammy's middle and out the barrel of his little pistol.
Yes, something had definitely shot out. He felt the slippery warmth on his
belly.

       "I shot! I did it! I shot!"

       Ribs didn't respond. He was too close himself. He sat up, straddling
Sammy's legs and began jerking furiously on his long, skinny, dark brown
dick. Sammy reached down and spread the small stickiness around his belly
as Ribs grunted and shot globs of hot, white cum onto Sammy's hand and
belly. When Ribs caught his breath, he let go of his dick and reached out
and mixed their juices together. Sammy's contribution was miniscule in
comparison to what Ribs just spilled out, but it was still a part of the
mixture. Ribs scooped a bit up on his fingertip and raised it to Sammy'
lips. Sammy sucked it into his mouth and licked it off. Ribs' finger exited
with a smacking sound when Ribs pulled it free. Sammy slid the juices
around in his mouth and savored the flavor. He leaned up on one elbow and
scooped a finger full for Ribs and held it up for him. Ribs sucked it clean
and smiled. They shared several more helpings of the "cum brotherhood"
offering and then Ribs took Sammy by the hand and led him to the stream.

       They waded into the current and Ribs sat down in the silt pulling
Sammy down in front of him. Ribs reached around and washed the dried up war
paint off of Sammy and rubbed the remaining cum off his belly and dick. The
cool water swirled around them. They switched places and Sammy washed Ribs
off. They walked carefully, naked and barefoot, carrying their shoes back
to the towels and Rib's clothes. They dried off but Ribs stayed naked along
with Sammy. They sat on Sammy's towel with the others draped over them,
leaning against each other while waiting for Nick show up. The two
exhausted cum brothers chatted comfortably about all kinds of things while
they waited.

       Nick showed Scott where to stash his dirt bike and wait. Nick
continued on home and found no one around, so he put his bike in the shed,
left a note on the kitchen table, and took off in his truck without
changing clothes. When he knocked on Scott and Sammy's door, their mom
answered and gasped. "Did Scott or Sammy get injured?"

       "No, no. Nothing like that," assured Nick. Scott's bike just had
mechanical trouble. I need to get the manual so we can see how to fix
it. It's in Scott's bedroom. Mind if I go look for it?"

       "Of course not, come in," Mrs. Johnson gestured Nick inside. "I'll
come help you look for it."

       Nick froze in his tracks halfway inside the doorway. He hadn't
considered this possibility. He didn't quite know what to do next. "Umm, I
think I can find it okay."

       "Oh you don't know what a mess Scott's room is. Sammy's is neat, but
I'm embarrassed to have you see Scott's."

       "Trust me, mine's probably worse. But really, Mrs. Johnson, I can
handle it, I'm sure."

       "I don't mind." Mrs. Johnson turned and led the way past the
kitchen, through the family room and into the hallway. Nick glanced at
Sammy's door and seeing the bathroom door beyond it got an idea.

       "Mrs. Johnson, do you mind looking in Scott's room while I use the
bathroom really quickly?"

       "Certainly, go ahead."

       Nick walked slowly toward the bathroom and turned as he reached the
door to watch Mrs. Johnson disappear into Scott's room. Nick turned and
crept back into Sammy's room and carefully opened his closet door. He
pulled a pair of jeans off the hanger and quickly rolled them up. Stuffing
them in his backpack, he nervously looked over his shoulder to check for
Mrs. Johnson to appear. His heart was racing like a jackrabbit in a
spotlight. Nick had to open three different drawers as carefully and
quietly as possible before he found the boxers. Fortunately, the t-shirts
were in the same drawer. He grabbed a t-shirt and rolled it up and stuffed
it into the pack then picked up the top pair of boxers. They were Spongebob
boxers and Nick couldn't resist holding them up and snickering a bit at
Spongebob's image on the front of the bright yellow boxers. It totally
cracked him up and forced him to snicker a bit as he realized if Sammy's
boner stuck out of the fly, it was positioned just right to look just like
Spongebob's long nose poking out.

       "Nick?" Mrs. Johnson said firmly, "what are you doing with Sammy's
underwear?" Nick's pale face turned instantly red hot. He gulped and didn't
dare turn around. He knew his look of panic would reveal his guilt.

       "I ... uh ... errr ... was just ... looking for the manual in the
drawers, and uh ... I ... ah saw these Spongebob boxers and they cracked me
up. I think you better warn Sammy not to wear these to 7th grade or he'll
get teased about it." Once he got the plausible lie out, he felt suddenly
better. He folded the boxers and laid them back into the drawer. "Nope,
manual's not in here," he added sliding the drawer shut.

       "I found the manual. I thought you needed to use the bathroom, but I
didn't hear the toilet flush. What are you up to?"

       "Ah, I think I was so anxious to find that manual, I forgot to flush
the toilet. Hah, I'm so sorry, I'll go do that right now." Nick rushed past
her and double-timed it to the bathroom and flushed the empty toilet. He
leaned against the wall, blew out a sigh of relief and wiped his brow with
the bath towel. After collecting himself, he strode confidently back to
Sammy's bedroom but was stunned at the sight that waited him.

       Mrs. Johnson sat on Sammy's bed with his backpack at her feet. She
held Sammy's rolled up jeans and his t-shirt in either hand and glared at
Nick. "All right, Nick. What are you up to? This time, I want the truth."

       Nick stared at her for a full minute before saying, "Okay. I'll tell
you the truth. But I don't get it how you mom's always know things. Damn
you're good." Mrs. Johnson broke out of her scowl with a slight grin at
that, but went right back to her scowl.  Nick continued, "Scott didn't
really have mechanical trouble like I told you. Actually, what happened is,
we went riding up above the gravel pit." That was true, they passed above
the old pit on the way to Baker Reservoir. "Scott let Sammy off next to a
pond." Also true, sort of. "Well, not a pond really, more of a watering
hole ..." Nick formulated what he hoped would be his final lie, "where some
rancher waters his range cattle." Nick had been to just a place and knew it
was really there. "Sammy started playing around by the water, and he
slipped in the mud and fell in and landed in a pile of cow shit. OH. Er
... I mean cow crap. Sorry." Nick saw Mrs. Johnson' obvious displeasure at
the use of the swear word. "So Sammy got really upset and thought he was
going to be in big trouble and Scott didn't really want to let him back on
his bike and be all holding on to him and getting that shi ... I mean, crap
all over his seat and his riding clothes, so we came up with this plan for
me to come and get Sammy some clean clothes to come home in." Nick was
almost out of breath spilling out that last part.

       Mrs. Johnson stared at and studied Nick for a while, then said, "Why
all the lies, Nick? Why not just tell me what happened and ask for a change
of clothes for Sammy?"

       "I know. I'm real sorry about that. I told them we should just tell
you the truth, but Scott and Sammy were afraid you might not let them go
riding again if they did. It was wrong and I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

       "Mmm-hmm."

       Nick couldn't tell from her tone if she meant mmm-hmm, I forgive
you, or mmm-hmm, another fine lie, or mmm-hmm, go ahead and take the
clothes to Sammy. So he just stared blankly at her while she studied him
for an uncomfortable couple of minutes. Finally, she stuffed the jeans and
the shirt back into the pack. She opened the drawer and pulled Spongebob
out, stuffed him in on top then handed the pack to Nick.

       Nick took it and zipped it closed. "I really am sorry about the
lies."

       "Tell those two that they are in serious trouble when they get home
- not for the accident - but for lying."

       "Yes ma'am."

       He wheeled away and headed straight for the door slinging the
backpack over one shoulder. When he was safely inside the cab of his truck,
he said loudly "Fuuuuuuuuck!" He took off speeding toward home. He passed
his lane and turned up Crescent Street. At the top, he gave a long honk and
Scott rushed down and jumped in the passenger seat, slamming the door on
the faded old truck.

       "What took you?"

       "Dude, you don't even know what I just went through."

       "What happened?"

       Nick sped off toward Baker Reservoir and started giving the blow by
blow details of his ordeal at Scott's house. Along the way, Scott mumbled
"Oh my God" and "Holy Shit" numerous times. Finally, when Nick got to the
part about it being all Scott and Sammy's idea to lie to their mom, Scott
erupted.

       "What the hell did you tell her that for?"

       "Dude, I had to get some cred with her. I had to make her believe me
that time. Would you prefer I told her that you took Sammy to Baker
Reservoir, and while he was out having sex in the meadow, a forest ranger
took off with his clothes?"

       "No, of course not, but did you have to say we told you to lie to
her?"

       "Dude, a little appreciation for what I did here, huh? Don't get mad
at me for it. I'm saving your asses."

       "Okay, okay. But damn, we're gonna be in some deep shit over
this. She hates lying."

       "I don't know about you, but Sammy's gonna be in some shit for
sure," laughed Nick.

       As Scott said that, they pulled into the turnaround at the
Reservoir. Sammy and Ribs heard the truck and came rushing out of the
bushes and into view, their dicks bobbing up and down as they ran. Nick
jumped out and tossed Sammy the backpack and told him to get dressed. Sammy
thanked him over and over and anxiously unzipped the pack. "You won't
believe what I went through for this. Hurry up and get dressed because we
still have to get back to my house and dip Sammy in some cow shit." Then
looking at Ribs, he said, "Why the hell are you effin naked? Don't tell me
she came back and took your damned clothes too?"

       Ribs looked down at his skinny dick and dark brown balls and said,
"I sort of forgot I was naked. I didn't want Sammy to feel bad, and I
stripped down like him, so he wouldn't be the only one."

       "Yeah, sure you did. I bet you been sucking your own dick like a
circus freak to pass the time," Nick joked. "Either that, or the two of you
been going at it together again."

       "Wait," questioned Sammy as he pulled SpongeBob up over his
shriveled up dick and balls, "What did you say about dipping me in cow
poop?"

       "Oh, that. You wanna tell him or should I?" asked Nick toward Scott.

       "It's all your big idea, so you tell him."

       Nick gave a condensed version of what went down at their
house. Sammy's face grew more and more concerned as he continued
dressing. He looked on the verge of tears again. At the end, Sammy asked,
"But I still don't get why you have to dip me in cow poop?"

       "Because, numb-nuts, if you go home all clean and smelling good from
swimming, your old lady's gonna know for sure it was all a lie and all this
is gonna be for nothin'. You have to show up home smelling like cow
shit. We'll just rub it where your clothes don't cover, like your arms and
on your boots and your face."

       "NO! No way you're rubbing cow poop on my face. I won't let you. I
don't care if we get in trouble, you're not doing that," objected Sammy.

	 "Okay, okay. We'll just rub some in your hair in the back like you
fell backward into it." Sammy didn't look completely okay with that either
but he didn't object.

       "Let's go. The movie should be over by now and my parents will be
getting nervous if I don't show up soon. Scott, would you go get my bike
and toss it in the back?" asked Ribs while he finished dressing.

       Ribs offered to sit in back with the bike because four people
couldn't fit in the cab. Sammy climbed in next to him. Ribs teased him a
little bit about the cow shit, and Sammy actually started to see a little
humor in it. Not a lot, but a little. It felt good to Sammy to have clothes
back on. He kept thinking about becoming a cum brother and actually
squirting out some juice, not just dripping out drops. He looked over at
Skinny Wolf and smiled. Ribs smiled back as he put the laces back into his
sneakers.

       Ribs asked Nick to take him by Chris' house and wait for him. Ribs
knocked and Chris came to the door. Ribs went inside and called his
mom. After a lecture about going to the movies without checking in first
and also for borrowing money from Chris for the movie, (another little lie
Ribs' brother must have told and Ribs played along with) she agreed to let
him spend the night at Chris' house. Ribs was now officially off the
hook. He got his bike out of the truck bed and Sammy jumped out after
it. Ribs put his hand out to lock thumbs with Sammy for a good-bye shake,
but Sammy wrapped his arms around Ribs' skinny frame and said, "Thank you
Skinny Wolf."
       Ribs just shook off the questioning looks of the older boys, not
wanting to go into an explanation in front of his friend, Chris. Sammy
climbed in the cab with Nick and Scott and they high-tailed it to Nick's
place. He turned up Crescent Street and Scott retrieved his dirt bike and
pushed it to Nick's house. It was too dark to ride it and it wasn't very
far. Their luck improved when they arrived at Nick's because his parents
were still gone. They locked Scott's bike in the shed next to Nick's new
one and then headed to the corral. Nick splashed some water from the trough
into the dirt and told Sammy to strip out of his clean clothes. Nick rubbed
mud on Sammy's arms and neck and the back of his head. Sammy rubbed his
boots in the mud as well. Then they walked over and found a semi fresh cow
pie.

       Sammy stomped around in it to get some in his boot treads and on the
sides then Nick laid a piece of cardboard on the ground in front of the
dark green pile of manure. "Sit your naked ass down on the cardboard facing
away from the shit pile," Instructed Nick.

       When Sammy reluctantly complied, Nick turned to Scott, "You want the
honors? I sure as hell know my brother would love a chance to shove me into
a pile of cow shit and not get in trouble for it."

       "I'll do it," Scott agreed, "But not because I don't like him, it's
just sort of my duty."

       Sammy gritted his teeth as Scott knelt down and rubbed one of
Sammy's arms and then the other in the rank smelling goo. As Scott placed
one hand on Sammy's bare back and his other one on his forehead, Sammy held
his nose with his fingers and said, "Eeeewwwwwww," as he was baptized into
the pile of smelly, green crap. Scott made sure Sammy got some in his hair
and on his neck then lifted him back up. Sammy started gagging, but finally
got control. They took him back to the trough and washed him off a bit,
like they probably would have done at the watering hole if they had really
been there. He dried off with his towel and Nick took all the towels to
wash up at his house.

       Then, the trio headed to Scott and Sammy's house. Their mom came out
to meet them when they drove up. She started right in on the lecture about
lying and how she wasn't sure that motorbike was a good idea and then more
about lying and even a little about Sammy should stay away from mud, since
the thorny problem last week. Finally, she handed down the sentence of not
leaving the yard until Monday, except for swim lessons, and she added a
whole list of extra chores to keep them occupied while at home. They were
both actually relieved it wasn't any worse. As they headed for the house,
she stopped them. "Oh no you don't! You're not going in my house like
that. Go in the garage and strip naked and I'll unlock the door. Both of
you go straight in and shower. Then you can go back and take care of your
dirty clothes in the garage. My goodness you stink."

       They quickly complied and Sammy was naked and waiting by the inner
door when his mom unlocked it. Scott was still getting out of his riding
gear and his mom stood in the doorway and waited. He pulled off his riding
pants and headed toward the house. "Nuh-uh, all the stinky clothes stay out
here." His mother demanded, pointing at the pile they had left by the
washing machine. Scott didn't figure her in any mood to argue with and he
pulled off his sweaty boxers and tossed them into the pile. He noticed his
mother's eyes moving to his crotch and widening at the impressive sight of
her creation.

       "Mom, geez." Scott said, covering himself with a hand and slipping
past her. She watched him disappear into the hallway, admiring the beauty
of his youthful form, then smiled, satisfied, as she closed and locked the
garage door.

       Sammy already had the water hot and was in the shower when Scott
climbed into the back end of the tub/shower combination. Sammy was
vigorously scrubbing his arms with body wash. Scott offered to help him
with his hair and neck and back. Sammy was happy to have his big brother
massaging the shampoo into his scalp and running his strong fingers over
his neck and back. Scott continued on down over Sammy's round butt cheeks
and even rubbed a little body wash through his crack for him. Sammy sprung
a boner from the physical contact. Scott even felt his own favorite body
part swell up a bit.

       "How come you called Ribs, Skinny Wolf at Chris' house?" inquired
Scott from curiosity.

       Sammy told him the whole story about their game and then how they
became cum brothers. Scott smiled and told him that was cool. Scott wished
he could still be so uninhibited to have make-believe fun like that
again. "But guess what else, Scott?" said Sammy grinning.

       "What squirt?"

       Sammy busted out laughing his head off.

       "What's so funny?" Scott asked.

       "You called me squirt," said Sammy amidst renewed laughter.

       "So, I always call you squirt."

       "Yeah but that's what I was gonna tell you. I squirted! When Skinny
Wolf and I did the cum brothers thing, I actually squirted out some juice
stuff. I didn't just drip out drops, it really shot out of me. I felt
it. Isn't that cool?"

       "Yeah, squirt. That's cool. I can't believe you're getting all grown
up. I guess I have to believe it now though. It was pretty weird for me
seeing you do 69 with Ribs today. I mean, I just never thought of you doing
anything like that."

       "Yeah, it was weird seeing you and Nick too," admitted Sammy, then
added, "Hey, Scott?"

       "Yeah Sammy?"

       "I love you," Sammy said, embracing Scott's wet, naked body.

       "I love you, too squirt." Scott squeezed him tightly.

       "Hey, now I'm not just a little squirt, I'm a little squirt that
squirts." We laughed and embraced again, sharing a little brotherly
bonding.

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More to cum. Hope you are enjoying the final chapters of Just Like Scott. I
love to hear your comments and have made some nice email friends from
corresponding about this story. I am glad you all encouraged me to continue
the story. Next chapter ... well, I guess I better just make you wait and
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