Date: Wed, 3 Nov 2004 14:45:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Arnold Layne <arnoldlayne69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Horny Straight Scott, Part 5

Horny Straight Scott, Part 5
By Bacteriaburger

	I woke up the next morning with a hangover.  Scott had left.  I
walked home in the afternoon sunlight, hiding a warm beer in my sleeve and
swigging from it when I got the chance.
	Scott didn't call me for a couple of days.  I dreamt about him both
nights, but I tried not to let it get to me.  I would think--this is fine,
we're just friends, he's just busy.  But I started regretting some of the
things I had confessed to him. I worried that things had changed between
us, that I'd ruined a perfectly great friendship.
	When Scott finally did call, it was to invite me to a party at his
house.
	"It's no big deal, really," he said.  "Just some friends and
clients."  He was getting a keg and he said to bring whoever I wanted.  I
just brought myself.
	The party could have been a good time.  I saw some people I knew
from high school, and I kept myself occupied.  But I couldn't seem to get
around Scott.  By one in the morning, he was very close to a red-headed
girl in thigh-high boots.  I don't think he was trying to shove it in my
face.  He even came up to me a couple times and put his hand on my
shoulder, asking me if I was alright.  Like he was asking my permission.
      He didn't need it.  I just didn't see our relationship in those
terms.  As far as I was concerned, Scott was free to follow his bliss.  But
even as I reassured him that everything was cool, I realized it hurt a
little.  I shrugged it off as best I could, and kept partying.  Eventually
Scott and the red head retired to his room.
      When I came to the next morning I was on Scott's couch again, and he
was in the chair across from me.  Everyone else had left.
        "Good morning," I managed to grumble.
	"I want to apologize," Scott said.
	"Why?" I said.
      Scott took a long drag off of his cigarette.  "I'm not sure," he
said.  "But I think it's important."
	"It's okay, man.  I--I know this is confusing for you."
	"Yeah," Scott said.  "I mean, I needed a little time to myself,
just to think...that's why I haven't talked to you for a couple days."
        "So how was it?" I said after a little while.
        "What?" Scott said.
        "I can't remember her name."
        "Oh, her," Scott said, laughing.  "You know...not bad, not great."
	"Did you eat her pussy out?"
	"That was the best part."
	"How'd she taste?  Tell me about it."  Scott started describing it
for me--the clipped red hair on her pussy, how tight she was, how he teased
her with the head of his dick before shoving all of it inside.
      Now all this description of his sexual encounter wasn't bothering me.
In fact, it was actually turning me on quite a bit, and I made no effort to
hide it.  I even started pinching my cock head through my shorts.  I could
see Scott's cock fattening in his own underwear.
	"After I came, I went down on her again, and ate my load out of her
pussy.  Man, just talking about it has me hard again," he said.
	"Yeah," I said, slipping my hard cock out of my shorts and
unabashedly stroking it in front of him.  "You tell a good story."  Scott
stood up and pulled his underwear off.  His prick slapped against his
stomach.  Scott puffed on his cigarette as we stroked off.
	"Her pussy did taste pretty great," he said.  "I'm sure I still got
a lot of juice on my dick if you wanna give it a taste."
	"Seriously?"
	"Yeah, man."  I walked over to Scott and got on my knees.  He held
his hard cock out in front of me and I took a good whiff.  "Smell it?"
Scott said.
	"Mmmm, yeah.  I gotta taste that."  I ran my tongue along the side
of his thick slab, tasting salty skin and maybe some tang of pussy juice.
"Tastes fucking great, dude," I said.  Of course I was more interested in
his dick that the fact that it had been in a pussy, just hours before.  I
think we were both aware of this, aware that we were playing a game of
sorts.  Acting out a scenario.
	"Lick some more off.  She was really fucking juicy, it was running
down my balls and everything," he said.  I ran my tongue down the side of
his prick, then I started licking his balls.  "Dude, how's it taste?"
	"Like some sweet pussy, man," I said, totally in character.  "It's
got me really horny, dude."
	"Yeah, dude, it's makin' me horny, too.  Oh, man.  Keep tasting
it."  I did.
      After a while he said, "Suck it for me.  I'll suck yours if you suck
mine."
	"Deal," I said, and I went down on him.  I was stuffing as much of
his slab of prick as I could down my throat.  He was loving it, running his
hands through my hair and moaning.  I rubbed his hairy chest, tweaking his
nips.  I paused for a minute and moved down to his balls, lapping them up
in my mouth and sucking on them.  I lifted them up and started licking
underneath them, running my tongue further down until the tip reached the
slick skin of his butt hole.
      Scott reached under his thighs and lifted up his legs to give me
access to his ass.  I dove my entire face into his butt, using my whole
mouth to eat out his asshole.  Scott was gritting his teeth, pulling apart
his legs to spread his ass as far as it would go.
      After a while I moved back up and continued smoking his bone.  Scott
started pushing down on my head, urging me on.  Soon he had his legs up on
my shoulders and was thrusting his hips into my face.  I reached down and
tugged on his balls, letting a finger rest on his rosebud.
      Scott gasped and let loose with his load.  Spurt after spurt of thick
cream gushed into my mouth.  I slurped up as much of it as I could, but
inevitably some escaped and ran down his shaft.  As his orgasm subsided, I
used my tongue to clean the last of the cum that had dribbled down his
shaft and onto his balls.
      Scott chest heaved as he caught his breath.  I stood up.  My cock was
hard as a rock and leaking copious amounts of fluid.
      "My turn," I said.  Scott stared at the end of my prick.  He
hesitated.
      "Dude, I don't know if I can go through with it," he said.  I was
taken aback.  Was this part of the game, the scenario?  It seemed like
maybe it was.  But it was also true that he had never really gone down on
me before.  True, he'd sucked the end of my cock and had eaten my cum, but
maybe giving me an official, Webster's-defined "on-your-knees-boy" blowjob
was just a little too heavy for him.
      "No way, dude," I said.  "You're not getting out of this.  A deal's a
deal."  Scott looked a little worried.  I think he really did feel weird
about sucking my dick, and the fact that he'd already gotten off didn't
make it much easier.
      "A deal's a deal," he repeated, then he looked up at me.  "Look,
Nate," he said.  "I don't think I can suck your dick, but...uh..." He looked
back down at the floor.  "I mean, I guess...instead...you could use my ass."
      Now, as shaky as this logic was--how is getting fucked in the ass
preferable to giving a blowjob?--I wasn't about to challenge it at this
particular point in time.  Especially since the thought of sliding my cock
into the thick and tight crevice of my best straight buddy's butt had me
nearly on the verge of blowing my load right then and there.
      "So you'd let me fuck your butt?" I said.
      "Yeah, man," he said.  "Go grab my dildo to get me warmed up."  I ran
to his bedroom, located the jolly green dildo on his closet shelf and
brought it into the living room.  Scott was standing next to the couch, and
if I wasn't mistaken, it looked like his cock had risen again, just a bit,
at the thought of getting fucked.
      "Scott, you're sure you're okay with this?" I said, looking into his
eye.  I realized I was breaking out of character, just a little, but I
needed to make sure everything was cool.
      "Yeah, man.  I'll be your chick for today.  Just go easy on me,
okay?"  I said I would.  I handed the dildo to Scott and he sat down on the
couch.  He got the dildo good and lubed up and put his feet on the coffee
table.  His pink hole looked warm and inviting.  He rubbed the end of the
dildo on his hole, and I watched as his cock got fully hard again.  For my
part, I was desperately trying to keep my hands off my dick, because I
still felt dangerously close to cumming.
      Scott took a deep breath and slid the dildo inside his ass.  He
worked it in and out, slowly at first, then he started picking up more
speed.  I got in between his legs and took over dildo duty.  I pressed it
inside him, feeling his tight hole give in, while Scott slowly stroked his
rock hard prick.
      "You ready?"  I said.  Scott nodded.  I slid the dildo out of him and
set it on the coffee table.  "Wait--should I use a rubber?"
      "No, dude.  Don't worry about it," Scott said.  I still thought I
maybe should, but my libido was taking over and I didn't feel like finding
one.  These days I know better and I always protect myself.
      I put my cock into position and pressed the head against his hole.
It felt hot and yielding.  I popped it inside and Scott gasped.  I slid
some more of my cock in, then I had to lift his legs up on my shoulders so
I could get all the way in.  Scott was breathing heavily, looking down at
my cock sliding into him.  It suddenly hit me: I'm fucking my best buddy in
the ass.
      Scott seemed to be fine, more than fine actually.  He was still rock
hard.  I started working it in and out of him, slowly.  As I picked up
speed, Scott grunted "yeah" and started stroking his dick.  I couldn't
believe how tight his ass grabbed my dick.  I developed a rhythm, and Scott
was going along with it too, pressing his ass back to meet my thrusts.
      "Fuck me, man.  Oh god, fuck me," Scott said.  That tripped something
in me.  I lowered my body onto his and wrapped my arms around his neck,
full-body fucking him as hard as I dared.  My balls were slapping against
his ass.  I was pounding into him hard-core, and he was grunting, groaning.
I moved my face towards his.  Grabbing my head, he put his mouth against
mine, and we made out.  It was wet, hot, sloppy and wonderful.
      Soon, it was all a bit too much.  I had to pause and catch my breath
because I thought I was going to lose it.  Scott gently pushed me off.  My
cock slid out of him, making us both gasp.  He got on all fours, sticking
his beautiful butt up in the air for me.
      "Fuck my ass, man," he said.  I got behind him and grabbed a hold of
his fat ass, lining up my throbbing prick to his hole.  I shoved it all in
him at once.  Scott bucked and groaned.  I squeezed his cheeks against my
shaft.  Scott had his face pressed into the couch cushion, moaning horny
shit in his deep voice: "Fuck me...oh...fuck my butt, man...use my ass...shove
your fucking cock into my ass... make me your fucking bitch."
      I would alternate between short, shallow thrusts and deep,
penetrating ones that would make Scott groan with pleasure.  I couldn't
believe how sweet his ass was.  I slapped it hard a couple of times, giving
him exactly what he wanted.  I was fucking him at a pretty good clip, and
Scott wasn't missing a stroke on his own dick.  I knew it was only a matter
of time.
      I felt my orgasm welling up inside of me.  I tried to slow down, but
realized there was no stopping it.
      "Oh fuck, buddy, I'm gonna cum," I said.
      "Oh yeah, man," Scott said through his teeth, "cum in my ass."  I
wrapped my arms around his chest and fucked him as deep as I could.  Scott
was bucking underneath me, pushing his ass into my cock.  I started
shooting inside of him, and as I did, I felt his ass spasm and tighten
around my dick and realized he was cumming, too.  Shot after shot of thick
cum filled his butthole as I tweaked his nipples.  As our orgasms subsided,
I started kissing his neck.  He turned his head around and made out with
me.  I'd never felt so connected to one person before.

      When we'd both recovered, I slid slowly out of Scott.  He gasped a
little when I popped out.  The couch was drenched in his cum.
      "I'll have to have this fucker reupholstered," he joked.  Scott went
in to take a shower and I sat on the sofa, next to his load, basking in the
afterglow of some great fucking sex.  I felt light, amused; after all the
tension at the party it was a total relief.
      When I finished taking my shower we agreed that we were starving, so
we went out and got a bite to eat.  We rented a movie and went back to
Scott's place, but we didn't end up watching it--we ended up fucking again.
      In fact, I never made it back to my apartment that whole day.  I
spent the night on Scott's couch, again.  In the middle of the night he
woke me up, his boner tenting out the front of his shorts.
      "Wanna fuck me again?" he asked.  Even in my groggy state I realized
what a ridiculous question this was.  But then, we were both pretty new at
this, and I suppose it wasn't immediately apparent to us, the old
reasoning: guys like to have sex, and guys who enjoy fucking each other
will have sex at every opportunity.
      It was just this philosophy that played out for us, time and time
again, in the months that followed the salad days of our changed
relationship.  What had started out good only continued to get better.

To Be Continued
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