Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2010 12:23:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jason White <scentslave84@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wild Times in Tree Hill

One Tree Hill and it's characters are copyrighted by Warner Brothers
Television, The CW, and Tollin/Robbins Productions. The story is completely
fictional and its not intended to imply anything about their true sexuality
hence I have never personally met them. This story contains Gay Intercourse
between half brothers, do not keep reading if it offends you.

***Part One***

My journey is nearly complete - after years of youth league, high school,
and college basketball, I am on my way down to North Carolina to meet with
the man who may be my agent. I will be spending this weekend talking over
my future career with him and if all goes well, will be signing on with
him.

My anticipation is overwhelming as I get off my plane from Boston. I make
my way down to baggage claim and look around for a sign with my name on
it. Scanning the multiple signs in front of me, my eyes finally fall upon a
man holding one with "Josh" in large letters on it. I am a bit taken aback
for a second - the guy is gorgeous - messy, dirty blond hair, blue eyes,
great smile, and a body that looks great even covered by clothes.

I make my way over to him. "Hey, I'm Josh. I am all set - only have this
duffel."

"Hey Josh. I'm Clay. Great to finally have you here. I feel like I already
know ya from all of our e-mails and reading over your stats. How was your
flight?"

"Was alright. Tried to sleep, but a baby was crying most of the way down."

"That's too bad. Well hopefully the rest of this weekend goes much
better. Let me grab that bag from you and we can head out to my car." I
hand Clay over my duffel and follow him out to a silver SUV, admiring him
the whole way.

We get in the car and make our way out of the airport. "So I am hoping this
weekend will be a great time for you to figure out more about me and to get
a good idea of what our relationship would be like if you sign on." We keep
talking for another 15 minutes or so about his and my backgrounds and we
pull into a very nice looking area of town. "So I have a few things to pull
together for your weekend here - should all be very fun. But this means
that I am going to have to run for a bit, but I figured it would be good
for you to talk with another one of my clients and hear from him."

"Sounds good to me." I am very curious about who it is as we pull into the
driveway of a huge mansion.

"Here we are. Welcome to Nathan Scott's house."

"Nathan Scott! The Nathan Scott?!?"

"Yep. One of my earliest clients. He's a great guy. He will be able to give
you a lot of good advice, and hopefully he won't rag on me too much." We
park the car and get out. "Feel free to leave you bag here for now - we can
grab it later." Clay rings the doorbell but nobody answers. Again, he rings
the doorbell and no answer. "Let me just call him...'Hey Nate. I am at your
door with Josh. I think he is starting to doubt the fact that I actually
know ya. Care to let us in?'" Clay flashes me a great smile and says, "He
is on his way."

The door opens and there stands Nathan Scott in all his glory - tall,
well0built frame, strong jaw, dark features, a true Adonis. And to make it
even better, he is wearing a tight UnderArmor tank and gym shorts and has a
sweat going on his large chest. "Hey man, sorry. I was out back working
out." He turns to me and shakes my hand. "You must be Josh. How's it
going?"

"Great, thanks! I can't believe I am actually meeting you."

"Stop it, dude. I'm no different from you. Now Clay, go on and get out of
here so I can dish all the dirt I have."

"Great. Exactly what I wanted." Clay wishes me goodbye and heads out to do
whatever he is planning.

"Come on in, man. As I mentioned, I was in the middle of working out - any
chance you want to get a quick workout in?" He smiles at me and no matter
what he had been asking I would have said yes.

"Sounds great, though I don't have any gym clothes and Clay has my bag in
his car."

"No worries - you can borrow some of mine. I should have some older ones
that may fit you back from when I was smaller. What are you, a point
guard?"

"Yep."

"Figured by your size. Alright, let's see what we can find." We make our
way to grab clothes and he manages to find an UnderArmor shirt and some
tear-away pants. He does a quick smell-check and throws them my way. "Seem
clean enough."

I change into them and we head out back to the pool area where he has some
equipment set up. "Could you spot me," he asks.

"Sure." I stand over Nathan as he does a few bench-press reps. "Your turn."

He removes some weight, and I lay down. He stands over me to spot, and I
notice that he is pretty far forward. I am staring straight up at his
crotch and ass. I rep the weight and as I get to my last rep, he squats
down a bit to help me lift it back into the rest. As he does this, his
shorts are stretched nice and tight and his ass is just 6 inches from my
face. Is he playing with me? His amazing, muscular bubble butt is right
there and I am lying beneath it. Once the bar is at rest, he backs away,
and it is as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

We continue lifting for a while and talk about Clay. "He's really a great
agent and, more importantly, a good guy. He fights for what his clients
want, and he's come to be like a brother to me."

"That's good to hear. He seemed like a cool guy from the car ride over."

"Yeah. I mean I only have a small amount of experience with anyone else but
he has far exceeded those."

"Hey, Nate. Where is the bathroom?"

"There's one just down the hall, past the bedroom."

"Thanks - be right back."

"I'm just gonna finish up a few reps then I'll be done and we can just
chill and talk more."

I head inside to take a piss, and on my way back stop to admire the amazing
house. It is gigantic and amazingly decorated and full of the latest
technology. A few minutes into my wandering around, I fell Nate's hands
grab my shoulders.

"Boo!" I jump from the surprise. "Caught ya snooping."

"Sorry, just admiring."

"No problem - hey you want a Gatorade or anything?"

"That would be great. Thanks."

He tosses me a drink and invites me to sit on the couch to watch some TV -
guess his wife and kid are away so he doesn't mind being all sweaty on the
furniture. We talk for a bit longer about Clay then get onto Nathan's
background for a bit. All the while, he seems to be fairly flirtatious and
touchy-feely. I can't lie - I am staring at him during the whole
conversation. Not only is he hot, but after our workout, he is glistening
with swath in his tight shirt and has amazing musk to him. He slides closer
to me and reaches across me to grab the remote. His armpit goes right in my
face and it smells nice and strong. He stays in for a while and gives me a
smirk.

"Ummmm, Nate? What are you doing?"

"Come on, Josh. You can't tell me you haven't been asking for it all
afternoon...staring at my ass, staring at my bulging muscles, sniffing my
pits. Don't worry - I won't tell Clay."

"You're married and have a kid!"

"No one needs to know." With that, he moves in and kisses me, sticking his
tongue down my throat. He straddles me and sits down in my lap massaging my
chest.

"Damn, Nate. That feels good."

"Just wait." He slides down and tears off my pants and pulls off my
boxers. Before I know it, he is taking my cock head in his moth and
swirling his tongue around it.

"Fuck! Keep going." He continues for a minute, grabs my balls with his
other and cups them, giving a slight squeeze as he sucks. He then
stops. "Why did you stop?"

"You're getting more than this. I saw how much you were admiring my ass."
He stands up and walked to the bedroom. I jump up and chase after him, only
then realizing that I am half-naked in only Nathan's old UnderArmor
shirt. I enter the room to seem him on all fours on the bed, already having
stripped off his shorts, leaving him in just his tank top. Instinctively, I
move in behind him and stick my face right in his elevated ass. I begin to
lick all around his hole and then start to push into his hold. The smell
and taste is amazing. A bit of sweat but mostly just that of pure man.

"Yeah, Josh. Keep it up." I keep tongue-fucking him, not able to get enough
of his luscious ass.

"Damn, you have one tasty ass. I could eat this out forever."

"Not so fast. I think it's time you really give it to me. Fuck me hard,
man." That's the only cue I needed. I reposition myself behind him, grab
onto his broad shoulders and push my still wet cock into his hole.

"Aaaahhhh! Fuck, dude. Feels good. I want you to blow insider me." I am
already close and within a few short minutes of bucking into him pulling
hard against his shoulders and hair, I shoot my seed into his ass and
collapse onto the back of his wet UnderArmor tank, now drenched with
sweat. I roll off of him and am breathing heavily on the bed next to him.

"Damn. Did not see this coming today. This has been fun, Nate."

"Not over yet, buddy..."

"What more is there?"

"Now it is my turn. You didn't think I'd let you fuck me and not return the
favor, did ya? No way - you ass is mine, boy. You're gonna be my little
pig."

"Oh, fuck yeah. Make me your pig, Nate."

"You just wait. That little sniff you got of my ass when you were lifting
was nothing." He strips off my shirt and then removes his own, revealing a
well-developed chest and abs, glistening with sweat. He then flexes for
me. "What are you waiting for?"

I immediately hop up and grab hold of his massive biceps, rubbing the hard
muscles. I move from one to the other and then to his massive pecs,
squeezing each nice and hard. Feeling them is not enough - I start licking
off all of the sweat from his pecs, flicking his nipples ass I go over
each. Then, I go in for the real prize. I place my face into his armpit and
take a big whiff, looking up as I do to see him grinning down at me.

"That's it, Josh. Smell my stink like the little bitch you are."

"Oh, fuck yea. Smells amazing, Nate." After a minute or so of just
sniffing, I bury my face deeper and lick up and down his musky, hairy pits
tasting the sweat.

"Alright, enough of that." He pushes me back hard against the headboard. He
grabs two ties from his closet and ties each of my wrists behind me. "Now
let's rally get going." He turns around and sticks his large ass right in
my face. Nate rubs it up and down all over me, and I can again smell that
stink that got me going just an hour earlier.

"Goddamn, man. Your ass smells so good."

"Glad to hear you like it - you are about to get a nice, big dose of real
Nathan Scott ass." Without another moment's notice, I feel a rush of warm
air in my face and hear a loud, low booming noise. And the smell that
followed his fart is so amazing. It is not repulsive, but just so
manly. And then it comes again. The second fart is a bit higher-pitched and
blasts harder right up my nose, but still has that same amazing scent. I
sniff harder than I've ever sniffed before, not wanting to lose and other
this. Is Nathan Scott really tying me to his bed and farting in my face?

"Fuck yeah, Josh. Sniff my nasty farts, you pig. You like that, don't you?"

"Mmmmmhmmmm. Oh, fuck yeah."

"Fuck??? Alright. Guess it's about time for that." Nate moves off of me and
turns around, again flashing me that gorgeous innocent smile - not the
smile of a man who has a man tied to his bed, torturing him with his
ass. "Just a few things first." He grabs the UnderArmor tank he had been
wearing earlier, which is now soaked in sweat, and rubs it in my face,
leaving me covered in his salty sweat. "Still something missing." He then
grabs the compression shorts that he had worn under his gym shorts and
shoves them in my mouth. They taste of combined sweat and ass - of pure
Nathan. "Now we are good to go." He rubs his tank top across his dick to
get lubed up with his sweat and then lifts my legs over his shoulders. He
presses his cockhead into my hole and all I feel is a burning sensation as
his thick cock goes inside me. He begins to pound me hard and my ass is
stretched and in such pain. Soon the pain subsides and it feels amazing
with his thick cock
 inside of me. In and out, in and out. With each thrust, I moan, and with
each moan, I taste his ass from the compression shorts more.

"Oh yeah, man. Your ass feels so good." He fucks me for a good 15 minutes,
and I see his face start to tense up. "I'm about to cum - and it's going
all over your chest." He pulls out and jacks just a few seconds before
loads of his cum shoot out all over me, and Nathan collapses beside me. He
removes my gag, but instead of untying me, sits down on my stomach and now
takes the compression shorts and puts them over my head so the part that
touched his ass is now at my nose and mouth.

"There, I'll just leave you like this for Clay to find ya."

"Noooo! Nate, please! Get your nasty shorts off me and untie me. Please!"

But instead, he gets off me and I hear him walking out. I flail around and
yell for him to come back. I cannot let Clay find me like this - tied to
Nate's bed, naked, sweaty, covered in his cum, his used and nasty
compression shorts stretched over my face. After what feels like an hour
(but was probably just about a minute or so), I hear Nate's deep voice
right next to me.

"You think I'd actually do that?" He pulls off the shorts and unties
me. "I'm not cruel, man. Just playing with you."

"Shit, Nate. Not funny...though kinda hot at the same time."

I look down at myself, covered in cum and sweat. "Hey, any chance I can
shower before Clay gets back?"

"Yea, probably a good idea. Use mine. Towels are in the closet."

I finish washing up and go back out to the living room, Nate already there
all cleaned up. We talk for just a few minutes before Clay walks in and
joins us.

"Hey guys."

"Hey, Clay. Did ya get everything all set for later."

"Yep - all ready to go. Should be fun. Josh, did Nate here show you a good
time?"

"Yeah - he's a great host." I exchange a quick glance and smile with Nate.

"Great to hear. Thought he'd come through." There is a hint of curiosity in
his voice. He looks at both of us with an almost inquisitive smile. Does he
know what happened?

***End of Part One***

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