Date: Sun, 03 Oct 2010 09:30:18 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Just Like Scott Chapter 3

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Just Like Scott

Chapter 3

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch

Mike and I both jumped when the phone rang. I let go of his slippery wiener
and he jumped off the bed and ran to answer the phone. I suddenly felt sort
of guilty over what we had just done. Maybe, it was because Mike seemed so
worried I might tell someone. I worried if maybe we'd been found out
somehow and they were calling to yell at us. Suddenly, I felt a need to get
dressed.

"Oh, hi mom." Mike said with a slightly shaky voice. I relaxed. I could
barely hear him from my room, so I strained to listen. "No, everything's
fine." "Yes, I will. Yes, I know. No, I won't."

I got up and hobbled on my sore foot to my dresser and pulled out a fresh
pair of light blue boxers and pulled them on. Then I grabbed some board
shorts and a "No-Fear" t-shirt. Cautiously, I limped into the family room
and started up the PS2. I lowered myself onto the carpet and leaned against
the tan leather sofa.

"I know." Mike was saying, still on the phone. "No, you don't need to come
over tonight, we're fine." He finally ended with, "Yes, Sammy's mom left us
food to heat up, so I don't have to cook anything. Love you too. Bye."

He hung up the phone and walked back in from the kitchen through the family
room. I looked up from Madden Football to see his naked body glide
gracefully by. His long wiener and balls swung side to side between his
muscular thighs.  I giggled as I thought about his speedo tan looking like
his butt and privates were spray painted white. He looked back at me when I
giggled and on his way out the door, grinned mischievously, eyes
sparkling. He bent over and mooned me, spreading his butt cheeks with his
hands.

I groaned. "Gross!"

He chuckled as he went down the hall. Soon, I heard the shower running. I
turned my attention back to my football game.

"Uggh." I complained when the phone rang again. Since Mike was in the
shower, I paused my game and hoisted my way up, using the sofa. I limped
into the kitchen, not answering until it already started onto the answering
machine. My mom's voice was in stress-out mode.

"Hi, mom." I said, cheerfully, as I punched the talk button.

"What took you?" mom asked. Actually, she didn't ask, she scolded.

"I was in the family room and I hurt my foot, so it took me a while to get
the phone." I explained.

"Hurt your foot? How? Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?"

"I smashed it on the cabinet. I slipped on the wet floor in the
bathroom. Yes, I'm alright. No doctor, I'll be okay."

After much convincing, she decided not to hang up and call 9-1-1, but did
want to talk to Mike. "He's showering." I said. She seemed annoyed. Mom
didn't like things to go against her wishes.

"I just called to tell you we made it here safe and give you our numbers
here. Can I trust you to write them down?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm not a baby you know."

"Yes, I know. You've told me. I just hate to see my baby grow up."

"MOM!" I complained.

"Sorry. Okay little man, write these down." She gave me numbers of the
hotel and grandma's nursing home along with her and dad's cell phones, even
though I knew those. After I read them all back to her twice, she started
asking how the first day went.

I explained about doing chores, but left off the radish problem. I
explained about having breakfast, but left off the banana lesson. I told
her I was playing PS2 now. I explained about hurting my foot two more times
for her. Of course, I left out the blowjob stuff and was glad she didn't
ask any more about what we did. I was starting to feel that guilty feeling
again, afraid somehow she knew what we had done. I told her that Mike had
dinner all planned and it was something she left in the fridge. Finally,
after telling her that YES Mike was STILL in the shower she agreed to hang
up so I could get back to Madden.

"I love you." She said.

"Love you too, mom. Bye." I hung up and thought, "I'm not a baby anymore. I
learned a bunch of grown up stuff from Mike today. I'm growing up just like
Scott." I wondered how long before I would get hairs and a big package like
Mike and Scott have. I hobbled back into the family room and started up my
game again.

After a while, Mike came in wearing fresh clothes and smelling nice. He
used some of Scott's cologne stuff that I'm not allowed to touch. "Who was
on the phone?" he asked.

"Mom." I said without looking away from my game.

"Wha'd she want?"

"Nothin'. Just checkin' on us." I answered. "She gave me a bunch of phone
numbers and wanted to talk to you, but you were in the shower."

"That all?" Mike continued, but I ignored him.

"Was that all?" Mike asked in a louder tone.

I was about to score on the Steelers and was bugged by all his questions so
I hit pause. I looked up at him.

"No, that's not all. She wants you to call her and explain about the
radishes and my foot. Oh, and also about the blowjob you gave me." I said,
as believably as I could.  Then, I un-paused my game and started playing
again.

"WHAT?" he gasped.

I glanced up and his face was exactly what I'd hoped for. I couldn't hold
it in and I busted up laughing.

"Oh, you little shit!" He said. "You're gonna pay for that one." He
attacked me and tickled me until I was begging for mercy and pretending
like he hurt my foot, but he didn't really. He ended up sitting on me,
straddling my privates, and pinning my arms down. We smiled at each
other. It really felt like he was a for real friend staying over. He let me
up and I went back to my game.

He settled in beside me and asked if I wanted to play two players. I was
happy he wanted to play with me. I thought he would just ignore me and get
on Facebook or something. I got kind of discouraged after a while because
he was way better than me. I think he sensed it and suggested we switch it
over to both being on the same team and playing against the computer. That
was way fun. After we won our third game, Mike asked if I was getting
hungry.

"Yeah." I said.

"Okay, I'll go get it ready."

"Can we eat in here?" I asked.

"Is that allowed?"

"Sometimes." I answered.

"Does that mean not really, but you want to anyway, since your mom isn't
here?" Mike asked, smiling and eyes sparkling.

"Mayyy-be." I slyly said.

"Hmm, I guess if we put a towel down, so if we spill it won't make a stain,
then, okay." Mike said.

I lit up. "Awesome. You're the best babysi ... umm, I mean friend staying
over, ever." He gave me thumbs up and set out for the kitchen. I heard the
fridge door open and I asked. "What did mom leave for us?"

"I dunno. It's some casserole thingy that's yellow with brown flecks in
it."

"OHH, that's awesome." I said. "I love that stuff. It's this cheesy potato
stuff with BACON chunks in it."

"You like bacon, I guess." Mike said.

"I LOVE bacon."

"Okay then. I'll remember that." Mike said as he dished up a heaping pile
of the steamy, cheesy stuff.

Mike let me pick the movie to watch while we ate and I chose
Transformers. I like how the main character, Sam Witwicky, has my
name. Mike cracked up in the part where Sam's mom accuses him of
masturbating in his room. Sam and his dad are acting all embarrassed that
she is talking about it.

"Hey, Mike?" I asked.

Still chuckling, he turned toward me. "What?"

"What exactly is master bathing? Before you did the blowjob to me, you
asked me if I ever master bathed and you called it something else ... umm
... jerking off. What is that?"

Mike snickered. "It's not master-bathe-ing, it's master-bate-ing. Hit
pause."

I grabbed the remote and paused the movie.

"When guys get boners, like we did on your bed earlier, and want to get the
good feeling like you got when I sucked you, but nobody is around to help
with it, guys can get the feeling by themselves just by rubbing their dick
with their hand. That's called masturbating. But, most guys call it jerking
off, or jacking it."

"Rub it how?" I asked.

"You want me to show you?" Mike offered.

"Umm, sure."

"We can do it together. Pull your shorts and boxers down." He said and he
raised his own hips and slid his to his knees.

I hesitated. It felt wrong to do this out in the family room. It was
different from my bedroom for some reason. When he looked over at me and
spread his hands upward, gesturing like "what you waiting for?" I followed
his example and pulled mine down too. His wiener was starting to grow, but
mine was still all the way soft. I watched as his bounced, bit by bit, up
to full thickness.

"Hold yours like this." He demonstrated by taking his giant wiener between
his thumb and pointer finger and started sliding his skin up over his big
head and back down. I could see big blood veins sticking out on it. I
followed his example and began rubbing mine that way too.

"It's hard to get my skin to go all the way down," I said, once mine had
grown to its full three inches. My dangling skin was tight when I pulled it
down.

Mike reached over and replaced my fingers with his. He attempted to pull
the skin back and forth.

"I think Scott used to just leave the skin up and slide it back and forth
on the top part where your head is. When you get older, it will be easier
to pull it back all the way." He said, letting go and returning to his
own. He now had his whole fist wrapped around his and was sliding it fast.

I watched and sped up on mine too. I added my middle finger, using two
fingers and my thumb. It felt better leaving the skin over the tip. Neither
of us spoke for a while and I concentrated on the growing feelings. I liked
peeking over at Mike while rubbing mine. In a bit, he twitched and his legs
jumped. His mouth twisted and jerked, pulling faces, and his shoulder
twitched. He had his eyes closed and he was concentrating hard. All of a
sudden, he tossed his head back and sucked in a breath.

"Ohhhh" he moaned as the first blast of white cream shot up onto his
chest. He shuddered and another one shot, but not as far. Then, he squirted
two smaller ones and slowed down his rubbing. He carefully pulled his
splattered t-shirt over his head and used it to wipe off his shrinking
wiener and pubes.

"Rub yours faster." He suggested.

Once I did that the feelings got stronger. I got all tensed up and the
tingles shot through me. I shuddered all over and a slippery, clear juice
came out of my wiener and coated my fingers. I felt the tingles again a
second time, but not as strong as the first one. I was suddenly tired and
dropped my hands. Mike leaned over and sucked the juice off my wiener and
his warm mouth felt really good on it. Then, he wiped me dry with his
t-shirt. I could smell the strong odor of his creamy stuff on his shirt.

"That's masturbating." Mike said with a twinkle and smile. "Like it?"

I nodded and pulled up my boxers and shorts. Mike jumped up and went to the
bathroom. When he returned he had on a fresh shirt.

"I get the movie now." I said. "It would be way embarrassing for my mom to
talk about that especially in front of my dad. Thanks for teaching me." I
said to Mike.

He smiled, made a little bowing motion, and said, "Glad to be of service,
little friend."

After the movie ended, we cleaned up the kitchen and got into a towel
snapping fight with the dish towels. Just as I got him back a good one on
his bare arm, the phone rang.

"Saved by the bell, little friend." Mike said. He had started calling me
his little friend and I liked it.

"It's for you." Mike said, tossing me the phone.

"Hey Tommy!" I said. He wanted me to come sleepover at his house or see if
he could come over here to my house. "I don't think I can cuz my parents
are gone and I have a friend here watching me." I explained. He pestered
me, so I told him to hang on and asked Mike if he could come over.

"I don't think so." Mike said. "But, why don't we call your mom and check
it with her? Let's see, two hour time difference, I guess it's not too late
to call."

"Cool!" I told Tommy I would call him back. Mike called the hotel number
mom had given me and asked to be transferred to room 523 like mom said to.

"Hi, Mrs. Johnson. This is Mike," he began.  I waited anxiously with my
hopes getting up and then down and then up again as the conversation
shifted. "No, I don't mind. Okay. Bye." Mike said hanging up.

"Can he come over?" I asked.

"Maybe, if after your mom calls his mom and then says okay." Mike answered.

I gave a fist pump and exclaimed, "Yes!"

It got approved and soon Tommy was at my doorstep with his backpack. Mike
assured Tommy's mom that it was okay with him for Tommy to stay. Mike took
down all the phone numbers in case he needed anything and Tommy's mom told
him to obey Mike.

Tommy bounced in. Tommy was bouncy. He had something called AD or something
like that, that made him bouncy. Teachers didn't like his bounciness, but I
did. He was fun. His mom was Japanese and he had the jet black hair and
skin to match hers. He was actually skinnier than me and a little
shorter. He had a narrow, pinched face and big teeth. His laugh was like a
girl's. Tommy tossed his pack on the kitchen table and asked, "Whatcha got
to eat?"

He didn't wait for an answer, but immediately foraged out some chocolate
chip cookies and a glass of milk. He loved sweets. His mom never had any at
his house. I followed and got my own cookies and milk.

We all watched Transformers 2. Tommy would lose interest and try wrestling
with me or Mike, but we told him to stop. When it was over, Mike insisted
we go to bed.

"He's a bad BOT." Tommy exclaimed. "Get him!" Tommy launched himself onto
Mike and Mike laughed and tossed him off. "

"I'll disable your power drive." Mike said. He charged on his hands and
knees toward Tommy. Tommy squealed and tried to escape over the sofa but
Mike lunged and grabbed him and they tumbled over me. We all ended up
wrestling and tickling each other. Mike was as ticklish as I am. Mike
tossed Tommy again. I took advantage to push Mike to the floor onto his
back. Just then, Tommy landed full force on top of Mike.

"OHHH!" Mike groaned. "You got me in the nuts."

Tommy burst out laughing as Mike tossed us both off, grabbed himself, and
curled into a ball, and rolled around on the floor.

When Mike recovered, he said, "Now you're gonna get it." He trapped Tommy
in the corner and grabbed him around the waist. "I hereby sentence you to
hanging." Mike said. Tommy stopped laughing and started to look worried,
not sure what he meant. When Mike broke out in a fake evil laugh, though,
Tommy started giggling again.

Mike hauled Tommy, kicking and giggling, over to the entry way, grabbed the
waistband of his undies jerked them up out of his shorts, then literally
hung him on one of the coat rack pegs through one of the belt loops on his
shorts. I was laughing so hard, I started to cry. Tommy laughed too until
he realized he was really stuck up there.

"Omahgawd! Get me down!" Tommy squealed.

Just before he really panicked, Mike pulled him off and set him down. He
immediately started picking at his wedgie.

"Okay, enough fun. Time for bed." Mike declared. Then, imitating Donkey on
Shrek, he said, "In the morning, I'm making Waffles." He paused, pointed at
me and said, "With Bacon!"

"Cool!" I said, giving a fist pump.

Tommy and I were brushing our teeth when he walked in. He hesitated, then
went to the toilet, fished his big wiener out of his shorts, and started to
pee. I could see him in the mirror and I was fascinated watching the pee
coming out of his hole. I noticed Tommy had stopped brushing and was
watching also. The yellow stream spread his pee slit open as it gushed out
and splashed in the toilet bowl. He glanced up and saw we were peeking and
smiled a little and looked back down. When he was done, he gave it a few
shakes and tucked it away. Show over, I spat, rinsed, and put my brush in
the cabinet. Tommy did the same except he put his brush back in a zip lock
baggie.

Mike replaced us at the sink and washed his hands, then brushed his own
teeth. "Get your PJ's on and go to bed now." He ordered.

"PJ's? We don't wear PJ's. We sleep in our undies." I said.

"But, I saw PJ's in Tommy's bag." Mike said.

"That's just cuz my mom makes me pack 'em." Tommy said. "We always sleep in
undies here at Sammy's house." He peeled off his shirt, dropped his shorts,
tossed them to Mike, and said, "All ready for bed." Tommy stood there in
his small white undies and giggled. He looked more like an eight year old
than eleven standing there with his hands on his hips and his butt cocked
to one side.

Tommy bounded out and into my room. I turned to follow him, when Mike
grabbed my arm.

"Hey." Mike said sternly. "You can't tell Tommy what we did today, okay."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because you promised me you wouldn't tell anyone, remember." Mike reminded
me.

I was way disappointed. I really wanted to share all the new stuff I'd
learned with Tommy. He was my best friend ever and the only person I could
tell anything to. We sometimes talked about girl stuff and had even talked
about boners before. Now, after today, I knew the greatest stuff ever. I
wondered how could I keep it to myself, but I had promised.

"Ohhh-kay." I said reluctantly. Mike held up his pinkie. I took it and
half-heartedly bumped knuckles.

Tommy was jumping on the bed when we walked into my room. Mike told him to
stop that. Mike watched us climb into my bed where earlier today he'd
showed me the greatest thing ever."

The lights had been off for a while and I was pretty sure Mike was asleep
when I asked, "Tommy, you awake?" No answer. "Tommy? Are you awake?" I
peered at him in the light of my Winnie-the-Pooh nightlight.

"Huh?" Tommy answered finally.

"Do you know what masturbating is?"

"What?" Tommy asked.

"Masturbating. Do you know what it is? I do!" I bragged.

"What is it?" Tommy asked drowsily.

 "It's something really cool." I said, thinking back on how it felt.

"So you gonna tell or not?" Tommy asked.

"You know how we sometimes get boners in our wieners?" I asked. Tommy
rolled over on his side and propped his head up with his hand.

"Yeah." His interest was increased.

"If you rub your boner, it gives off really good feelings."

"How do you know?" Tommy asked skeptical.

"I tried it already." I said. "It feels better than anything ever."

"How'd you learn it?" Tommy asked. Guilt immediately rushed over me and I
felt hot all over. I suddenly regretted bringing it up. I had planned in my
head not to mention Mike, but I just had to tell Tommy about the stuff I'd
learned. Now, I didn't know what to say.

"Just someone." I said.

"Someone, who?" Tommy pursued.

"Just someone, okay." I said with a gruff tone.

Tommy dropped it and asked, "So, like, how do you do it?"

"Want me to show you?" I asked, hopefully.

"Like, now?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah."

"I guess."

I kicked the sheet off of us and peeled my boxers away from my boner. My
heart was pounding. I had never let Tommy see my wiener before. Well,
except for peeing outside but then it was just the tip of it and mostly
covered by my hand. I definitely never let him see my boner. I'm pretty
sure he had never seen a boner before, besides his own. His eyes were glued
to it.

I grabbed it with my thumb and finger and pulled it away from my tummy and
started the rhythmic stroking motion Mike had taught me to use. Tommy
stared motionless, eyes wide, mouth gaping. I was so excited to show him. I
hoped Mike wouldn't find out.

"Do yours." I suggested.

Tommy shook his head, no.

"C'mon, try it." I urged.

Again, he shook his head.

"You got a boner?" I asked

Tommy looked down and rubbed over the front of his tight undies. He was
hard like me, I knew he was.

"Just do it." I said. "It's not fair you get to see mine and I don't get to
see yours."

Tommy was way into being fair. I guess because people often left him out
from things because he's so bouncy. He hated it when things were
unfair. Suddenly, I had a thought.

"I won't tell anyone about it, I promise. It will just be us that will ever
know." I said.

"Promise? For reals?" He clarified. "Tell no lie or you will die!"

"Tell no lie or I will die." I pledged.

Tommy lay down, lifted his hips, and slowly slid his undies down to his
knees, exposing his tiny 2 inch boner and baby-sized ball sack. He
immediately put his hand over it to cover it. Slowly, he inched them away
and took hold of it with his fingers. His wiener was like Mike's without
the extra skin on it.

"I can't do it." Tommy said. "I don't have skin there." He pointed to the
tip of his wiener.

"You still can. Look." I said, and reached over to show him how.

Tommy reflexively jerked away from my reach.

"It's okay, I'm just going to show you how. Then, you can do it yourself."
I said.

Slowly, he relaxed and let me. He started giggling when I touched him and
started to pull his skin up over the tiny head of his dick. It was fun
touching him. Suddenly, I wanted to keep doing it on him, but after a
longer than necessary demonstration, he pushed my hand away and said, "I
got it."

He took over. "It feels good." He said. "I like it."

"Just wait." I said, smiling. "The best part comes after you have done it a
while. Go faster now."

We both sped up. Suddenly, I jerked as the first twinges shot through
me. Soon after, I tensed up and quivered while the powerful rush surged
through me. This time, my fingers didn't get wet and slimy, but the feeling
was the same. I dropped my hands and turned my head to watch Tommy finish.

He was staring at his hand furiously working his little wiener. His strokes
were short and fast. Suddenly, he sucked in a breath and his legs started
shaking and he jerked up, then fell back on the bed and then he jerked up
again and collapsed. He let go of his wiener and I watched as it continued
to twitch.

"Omahgawd!" he gasped. I laughed.

"Told you!" I said, proud of myself. Before we even went all soft again, we
pulled up our undies and the sheet. Almost immediately, I heard Tommy's
deep regular breaths as he fell asleep. I thought about how Mike said it
was really Scott who showed him how to do stuff. Now, I had just showed my
best friend, Tommy.

I thought, "I guess I really am just like Scott." I, too, drifted
peacefully off to sleep.



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