Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2004 12:50:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Arnold Layne <arnoldlayne69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Horny Straight Scott, Part 7

Horny Straight Scott, Part 7
By Bacteriaburger

	Time passed.  I grew up.  I grew older.
	I never forgot about Scott.  I would hear about him from time to
time, from people who'd seen him around my hometown.  But I had my own life
to attend to, and apparently so did he.
	I concentrated on finishing school, then on getting a job.
Eventually I started writing for a local newspaper, which led to
freelancing for the local gay press.  I enjoyed it, and as I became more
comfortable with my own sexuality, I became more comfortable with my place
in the gay community.
	The relationships I got involved in after Scott followed a basic
pattern--it was always a "straight" friend of mine who I suspected wouldn't
mind fooling around.  I would make a couple of moves, and before I knew it
we would be fucking on a regular basis.  It's strange the way we're
helpless to repeat ourselves--some might say doomed to repeat ourselves.

	It had gotten tiring.  I was in love, again, with another straight
guy, and it hurt.  It seemed to hurt worse and worse every time it
happened, until the pain began to cancel out the pleasure.
Travis--"straight," of course, though I'd met him at the gay newspaper he
worked for--had just told me, in not so many words, that he didn't want me
around anymore.  That I was "dangerous." This, when I had just been getting
ready to invite him to my parent's house for Christmas.
	Needless to say I wasn't feeling particularly joyous about the
holiday.  I never really went out when I stayed at my parent's house, but
on Christmas Eve I felt like drowning my sorrows, so I went to a tavern on
the outskirts of town.
	The bar was pretty hopping, with a good crowd of festive people
hanging out and catching up with one another.  I sat at the bar and ordered
an Iron City.  I nursed it, and cursed myself for getting sucked into
another one-sided relationship, when it seems I would have learned by now.
	I didn't recognize him at first.  He was all the way at the other
end of the bar, talking to some people.  My passing thought was "Wow, he's
kinda cute," but I didn't want to get caught staring at him.  I knew how
people were in my small town.
	I downed the last of my beer, looked up, and there he was.  Scott.
Behind the bar, holding out a fresh bottle of beer for me.
	"Hey man," he said, "long time no see."
	"Holy shit," I said, "What are you doing here?"
	"I work here.  Here," he said, handing me the beer, "take it.  It's
on me."
	He looked older, and even better than I remembered.  More mature.
	"Merry Christmas," I said.
	"Merry Christmas."
	"It's good to see you."
	"Likewise."
	"So are you working right now?"
	"No, I just got off.  I was hanging out before I went home."
	"Are you still living at your parents' house?" I asked.
	"No," he said, "My dad died, and I had to put my mom in a home.  I
got an apartment out here in Indiana, so I'm living by myself again."
	"I'm sorry about your dad," I said.
	"Thanks.  It's been awhile, now.  Almost two years."
	"I guess it's been awhile since we've seen each other, then, huh?"
	"Too long," Scott said, and took a swig of his beer.
	We had another round.  He asked me how my life was, so I told him
about my job, the various shit I was involved in.
	"So are you seeing anybody these days?" he asked.  I gave him a
brief overview of my relationship woes, but I really didn't feel like going
into it.
	"What about you?" I asked.
	"I was seeing this girl for about a year, but we just broke up a
couple of weeks ago."
	"No shit," I said, "that's too bad."
	"Oh, it's no big deal," Scott said, "I wasn't all that into her,
anyway.  I was actually kinda grateful that she broke it off and spared me
the torture of having to do it myself.  She was just---needy; I don't
know...she didn't..."
	"...have what it takes?" I ventured.  Scott just laughed.
	"You're a horse of a different color, Nate."
      I had quit smoking weed just a few months after Scott had moved away,
but when Scott invited me back to his place to get high, how was I to
resist?  We took Scott's car, and drove for a few miles on dark, winding
back roads.  Things got really quiet.
      "You never kept in touch with me," I finally said.
      "I know," Scott said.
      "Well, it hurt me."
      "I'm sorry," Scott said.
      "I was confused," he continued after a little while.  "It wasn't
easy...I mean, I know what we had was pretty...pretty great.  But I was
looking forward, you know?  I was thinking, `How am I gonna bring him home
to my parents?' I was afraid.
      "Now, my parents are gone.  I'm alone again.  And it's weird, because
I've been thinking about you a lot recently.  I don't know.  I know I made
some mistakes.  I didn't go about it right.  So much has changed since
then."
      "Don't worry," I said.  "I don't hold anything against you.  Those
were strange days...I've learned a lot since then, too."
      "This is my driveway," Scott said, and we pulled off the road and
down a steep driveway.  Scott's place was amazing--like a big cabin, right
on the river.  We went inside and I made myself comfortable.  Scott came
back into the room holding two beers in one hand and a bong in the other.
We lit it up and that familiar feeling came over me.  After the bong was
finished we drank our beers in relative silence, feeling the high creep
over us.  Scott was sitting across from me and I didn't know what to say.
I felt anxious and unsure.  I began to wish I'd never gotten high.
      "It's been a while since I've done this."
      "Done what?"
      "You know...smoked weed," I said.
      "Oh...I didn't know what you meant," Scott said.  We sat there for
another few minutes.  I finished my beer.  "You want some more?" Scott
asked me.
      "Sure," I said, and he went off to get us another round.  I sat
there, staring off into space, my mind reeling.  Part of me wanted to
leave.  It was all too much---Travis rejecting me, then seeing Scott again
like this.  I almost felt like I was being tested.  But before I could do
anything, Scott called out to me.
      "Hey Nate, come here a minute," he said.  I got up and ventured into
the hall.
      "Where are you?" I asked.
      "In here," he said.  His voice was coming from the bedroom.  I looked
inside.
      Scott was standing in front of the bed, naked.  He had a hand under
his balls, and his cock was getting hard.
      "Come here," he said.  I walked toward him. He reached out and pulled
my face into his.  We kissed.  Any misgivings I had about being with him
fell away.  I knew that we needed each other--if only for that moment, if
only for one night.
      Scott unbuttoned my shirt and sucked on my nipples.  He snaked his
tongue down my stomach and unbuckled my pants.  When he got to the bulge in
my underwear he pressed his face into it, inhaling my scent and getting it
wet with his tongue.
      He pulled my underwear down and my cock popped out.  Tentatively, he
stuck his tongue out to meet the tip.  I throbbed and a drop of precum
leaked out.  Scott licked it off.
      "Tastes so fuckin' good," he moaned, and I wondered how long it had
been since he'd had some.  Some that wasn't his own, at least.  He sucked
on the head for a while, and then he started really smoking on my cock,
taking it down his throat with little effort.  In fact, he looked like he
was enjoying eating my cock a great deal.  I had to have guessed that his
taste for cock hadn't been satisfied in all those years.
      For my part, I hadn't had a good blowjob in while, what with all the
straight guys I'd dated and their hang-ups.  I was close to cumming when he
pulled off and stood up.  I licked my way down his body.  I had every
intention of sucking his fat cock for all it was worth.
      It was just as I remembered---thick, smooth, and meaty.  I licked up
the juice running down his shaft before sliding it into my throat.  Scott
was moaning and running his hands through my hair.  He pushed me off
because he was getting too close, so I lightly stroked his cock while I
licked his balls.  I slathered my tongue on his sack, eventually lifting
them up and lapping at his taint.
      "Oh, yeah," Scott sighed, like he'd been waiting years for my tongue
to get there.  He lay back on the bed and I lifted his legs up in the air,
spreading his ass.  It was just as beautiful as I remembered it to
be---fat, tight cheeks pulled apart to reveal a pink and clean hole.  I
dove into it.
      I lifted Scott's hips up in the air and brought his ass up to my
face.  I ate him out like a starving man.  His hole was so soft and
yielding.  I fingered it a little, licking and biting his fat ass cheeks
before shoving my tongue back inside his hole.
      Scott got on all fours on the bed and I went back to eating his ass,
jerking his thick cock while I did it.  He was bucking his butt into my
face, grunting.  I kneeled behind him and lined my cock head up with his
hole.  He clenched it a couple times, kissing my cock head with his
asshole.
      Then he leaned forward and reached into his bedside table, pulling
out a condom.  He handed it to me, and I put it on.  Since Scott I'd always
played it safe, and I had no intention of chancing it now.  Still, I
thought it strange, the way our minds were in the same place.
      "Fuck me," he said, "Fuck the fucking shit out of me."  There was
such a need in his voice, almost a desperation.  It was beyond hot.
      I sank my cock into him--that's the only way to describe it--I *sank*
into him.  He moaned the entire length of my cock, and I drove it inside as
far as it could go.  I wanted to put my entire self into him.  I pulled out
and shoved it back in again.  It was almost as exquisite the second time as
it was the first.  So much that I couldn't stop doing it, I kept pulling
out and shoving it back in, and then he was meeting my thrusts, and we were
fucking, without thought or mind.  Fucking our brains out.
      I remember him getting on top of me, pinching his tits while he rode
my cock, and then suddenly I couldn't hold back anymore and I was shooting
inside of him, so he let loose, too, and his cum was spraying all over me.
      I remember laying there for a minute, Scott's hot body laying on top
of mine, my cock still inside of him, basking in the afterglow.  After a
while, I realized my cock was still hard, and what was more, Scott's
still-hard cock was throbbing against my stomach.  I started moving into
him again, and soon enough I had him on his back, his legs resting on my
shoulders, and I was pounding into him all over again.
      This time it was even better, because we weren't in danger of cumming
any time soon.  I put on a new rubber and had him stand up and brace
himself on the dresser.  I fucked him that way.  I had him lay on his
stomach, and I shoved my cock in him hard and fast, feeling him jerk and
buck underneath my body.  I fucked him doggy style, slapping his ass, and
reaching under his belly to jerk his thick cock in time with my thrusts.
      Soon enough I had him on his back again, and I was going into him as
deep as I could when I felt us both reaching the point of no return.  I
leaned in and kissed him as we came, feeling his hot load coat our chests
and my own load explode inside him.

      We didn't get much sleep that night, making up for as much lost time
as we were.  I remember showering with him, grinding my hard cock along the
soapy crevice of his ass.  I remember sixty-nineing for what seemed like an
hour, and I even remember Scott pulling my ass toward his face and snaking
his tongue against my hole.  I threw him on his back and ground my ass into
his prick, loving the feel of it against my hole.
      We shot so many loads that I lost count.  Finally, drained dry, we
drifted off to sleep, our arms wrapped around each other.
      I woke up and looked outside---the trees were heavy with snow.
Christmas morning, I remembered.
      We took our time waking up.  Scott made me breakfast.  All the
tension from the previous evening had been purged, and we talked easily and
openly, like old friends should.
      We did our best to shovel the snow out of his driveway, but Scott
still had a hell of a time getting his car up his driveway.  When we got
back to the tavern, my car was waiting for me.
      "Are you sure you don't want to come to my parent's house for a
little while?" I asked.
      "No.  I'm picking up my mom; we're spending the day at my brother's."
      "That's good," I said.  My car had been warming up.  The ice was
sliding off of the windows.  "Well, I'll be heading back to the city later
tonight, I guess."
      "I've been meaning to get up to Pittsburgh, myself" he said.
      "Really?"
      "Yeah," Scott said, "And, you know; now I'll have a good reason to
and everything..."  I gave him my new number, and turned to get in my car.
"Nate," he said, and I turned back.  "Thanks, man."
      "You're welcome," I said.  Then I added, "Anytime."  Scott leaned in
and kissed me.
      "I'll call you," he said.  I got in my car and drove slowly down the
snow covered streets of my hometown.  It's strange the way things go.  It's
like the universe conspires to give you what you need exactly when you need
it.  Either that, or there's a whole plan to everything.  I haven't quite
figured it out yet.

      THE END

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