Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2013 11:43:39 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Nicholson Boy, Chapter 13 The Nicholson Boy Chapter 13 "Then what happened?" Matheson asked. He was next to me in the lockerroom, leanin' on the door to his locker. He looked around to see if we were alone and we pretty much were, at least in this corner of the locker room. There were a couple dudes chattin' by the showers and I knew that Dan Fisk was in there taken a shower (and probably beatin' off, too), but there was nobody in hearin' distance of the two of us. Matheson tried hard to hide that he was really into the story I was tellin' him, but it was pretty obvious that he was interested. I mean, for one thing, his pupils were dilated as if he was relivin' everything that I said to him in his head, and then his hands were kinda showin' that he was workin himself up. One hand rubbed his muscular chest and abs and the other hand had creeped into his jock and was tuggin' at his dick. I had to smile. "I told you," I said. "After we went into Scott's bedroom, I fell asleep." "Really? I mean, is that really how it happened? Danzig just told you to sleep and so you just fell asleep?" "Yeah, I was pretty beat, man. I don't think I've ever been that tired in my life." "What a dipshit," said Brian, shakin' his head. "I mean, did you even get a good look at his dick up close?" "Not really." "That's a huge fuckin' dick, I mean, one guy to another. Just between us." We both looked over at Scott Danzig who was standin' about twenty feet away from us with his towel wrapped around his waist. Even from where we were, we could make out Scott's dick. I shrugged. "Whatever, man." "Alright, so you fell asleep and you woke up this morning to like an IHOP quality breakfast or somethin'?" It wasn't quite an IHOP quality breakfast, but there were buttermilk pancakes, a saucer of melted butter, overeasy eggs (just the way I like 'em), a tender sirloin steak, and freshly-squeezed OJ. He even had Captain Crunch cereal already poured outta the box in a bowl and whole milk. "Uh... how did you know that Captain Crunch was my favorite cereal?" "Isn't Captain Crunch everyone's favorite cereal?" I had to chuckle at that. Scott had a wide smile on his face, too. He winked at me and, in that moment, I felt really close to him. I had to laugh at myself, too. How could I possibly think this dude was Satan? He seemed like a really nice guy. So we sat and ate breakfast together. Actually, Scott didn't really eat much, at least not as much as I did. His place at the table was set with a bloody steak and a bottle of the reddest wine I had ever seen. I mean, when I say that steak was bloody I'm talkin' that the plate had like a pool of blood in it. Scott seemed like he was lovin' it, too. I was already dressed and ready to go to class, but Scott was shirtless and was just sittin' at the table in his boxers. I don't know what it was about this guy, but everytime I saw him he just looked hotter. It wasn't only that he was well-built with these really dense, manly pecs with a short layer of red hair over them, but he just looked like the embodiment of power. The way he walked, the deepness of his voice when he talked, even the way he sat at the table with his eyes wide apart. Even his big pink nipples on his chest looked like I figured a man's nipples should look. Suckable. And then there was his face: his face was broad with a strong, chiseled chin, deep-set dark brown eyes, and high cheekbones. He just had this kinda strikin' appearance, like he was one of those people that you met and would never forget. And there was somethin' about where we were, in this huge, strange house that made Scott seem larger than life. Oh yeah. Let me tell you about the dinin' room. Remember the scene from Batman, where Bruce Wayne is sittin' in the dining room with Vicky Vale and the dinin' room is so big that they're like twenty feet apart from one another and can barely even hear each other? It was like that. The dinin' room table was so long that it probably coulda sat like thirty people. I was at one end of the table and Scott was at the other end. When we walked up to the table, Scott pulled out the chair for me and I sat down at the foot of the table. "Thanks," I said. Scott walked over to the other end and sat down in his seat. We sat directly across from one another and even though we were so far apart, I could tell every part of Scott as if he was sittin' just a couple inches away from me. It was like all my senses were heightened. My grandfather was a hunter and he always told me that when you hunt, it's like you go back to how your ancestors were and you can not only hear every sound the buck makes as you're stalkin' it, but you can smell it, too. When you finally see the buck, the buck isn't lookin directly at you, but somethin' passes between you, some kinda unspoken communication as if the buck knows that it's either gonna be you or it. Well, Scott was talkin' to me the whole time while I was eatin' but there were things that were communicated that neither of us said. Only thing was, I couldn't tell what language Scott was speakin'. I couldn't tell if he just liked me as a buddy and was happy that he had finally met such an awesome guy to hang out with (a feelin' that I could understand, because I was a pretty incredible guy, after all), or if he really wanted to toss everythin' on this table on the floor, throw me on top of the table, spread my legs apart, and fuck the bejeezus outta me. Or maybe Scott didn't really know what he wanted. I couldn't really tell. So we ate breakfast like that: talkin' with words and talkin' without words, and when Scott was done with his bloody steak, which looked like it had been ripped outta the cow while it was still mooin', he got dressed (without takin' a shower) and drove me to class. As I sat beside Scott in his Cadillac de Ville, I could smell the musky sweat in Scott's clothes. But before that, even before we got to the breakfast table, I was still layin' in bed. Yep, the bed in the red bedroom with the red satin bedsheets. I woke up and Scott's arms were still around me. Scott didn't hug me like a bearhug where I couldn't get out, but more like a teddy bearhug where I coulda gotten out if I wanted to only I didn't want to. I opened my eyes. Whoo! I didn't wake up in Hell! I was still in Scott's bedroom and everythin' was just like we had left it the night (or mornin') before. I felt warm in Scott's arms. Just damned comfortable. Scott's biceps and even his forearms were so muscular that just the feelin' of him wrappin' these meaty arms around me gently felt really good. I don't think I had ever felt anything like that before. We had slept with my back against his chest. Scott's head was sorta restin' on my shoulder. I thought I could feel the stubble from his chin on my shoulder and my neck. I could still feel his fat dick against the crack of my ass. Maybe I should just give in and let him fuck me. But then again, he didn't ask to fuck me, did he? He told me to just sleep. So now here I was. Awake. Like most times when I wake up and have to go to class, I sat in the bed for a good twenty minutes debatin' whether or not I should really get outta bed, or if I should just go back to sleep. This position was too damned comfortable to ruin it by gettin' outta bed. So after twenty minutes tryin' to figure out what to do, I sat up in bed. I shook my head. I kinda ruffled my hair a little bit. Man, I really needed to wash my hair. I swear I thought I saw a piece of hay fall outta my head when I ruffled my hair. I threw my legs over the side of the bed. Naturally, I had a hard on. The thought that I should wake Scott up and ask him if he minded suckin' my dick had occurred to me, but I thought maybe it was rude to be a guest in someone's house and ask them if they minded suckin' your dick, so I decided not to do that. I mean, I am sort of a Kentucky hick, but I like to think my family raised me right after all. I don't know all the ins and outs of politeness, but I knew the basics. I looked over my shoulder and it looked like Scott was still asleep so I thought that maybe I could just jerk off before he woke up. I looked over my shoulder again. Yep, Scott Danzig was still sleepin' like a lamb in Hell. Jerk-off time! I quietly pulled down my boxers and they fell down by my ankles. My dick popped up and slapped me on the abs. Oh my god, I was so fuckin' horny. Even hornier than I usually am in the mornin'. I just had to beat off. I don't care if Scott woke up and saw me. I had to do it. I reached for my dick with my hand and with the first tug I squeezed out a big drop of precum. I scooped it up with my thumb and brought it to my tongue. It tasted really good. I had to have an image in my head to jerk off to so I pictured Scott. I pictured Scott wearin' a dirty white jock with his dick bulgin' outta the side of it. SCott was so massively muscular that the jock struggled to contain his meaty thighs and ass. I pictured him lickin' his lips darin' me to come closer. Then I pictured Scott turnin' so his back was to me and pullin down the jockstrap. As he pulled it down, he bent over so that his ass was stickin' straight out and I got a glimpse of a tight red hole. Oh shit. The sight of the tight hole hidden between two big mounds of man ass. That was just too much for me to handle. I beat my dick faster and faster. I started pantin'. Then I saw Scott reach back with his hands and pull his ass cheeks apart. Scott's flesh was so pale that he had white marks on his ass from where his fingers were pressin' down. He pulled those meaty ass cheeks apart and I saw his puckered asshole starin' right at me. I swear to God that mother fucker winked at me. Man, I wanted to lick it so bad. Just stick my tongue in there and tongue fuck that beautiful ass. Then, if that didn't take the fuckin' cake, I felt Scott move in the bed beside me. I turned around in an instant and saw that (mother fucker!) Scott had turned over so that he was layin' face down in the bed with his big bubble butt stickin' straight up in the air. He splayed his legs out and his ass cheeks just kinda opened up a little bit. I looked at Scott's face and his eyes were closed and he still looked like he was in a deep sleep. But that ass. Damn, what an ass! That settled it for me. With my cock still in my right hand, I scooted back in the bed and got a closer look at Scott's ass. That was a big bad daddy ass if I ever saw one. A 'big bad daddy ass?'. Did I really just think that? Oh God, I guess those Flash Gordon shorts turned me into a complete fag, but whatever. I'm not in Kentucky anymore. I licked my lips, I stuck out my tongue. I was ready to lick that ass, but if anything was guaranteed to wake Scott up, the sensation of me pryin' apart his ass cheeks and stickin' my wet tongue up his ass was sure gonna do it. And that's when the most surprisin' thing of all happened. Scott, still face down in the bed, reached back with both of his hands and pried his ass cheeks apart for me! He even arched his back up a bit so that his asshole was higher in the air. Damn, he musta been havin' a really good dream. I leaned down over Scott's butt and gave that asshole a lick. I tasted the sweat that had dripped down from his muscular cheeks throughout the night. I felt Scott squeeze his asscheeks with my tongue nestled in between them. I mumbled somethin'; I don't know what the fuck I said, maybe I was speakin' in tongues or somethin'. I didn't just lick that ass, but I actually pushed my tongue into it. I began tongue fuckin' that ass like I was a mandingo breedin' a wench. I thought I heard a sound like a moan, but it couldn't be Scott because he was still in a deep sleep. I furiously beat my dick as I buried my face in that ass. Even my nose found a place to rest in that meaty ass. "Fuck," I mumbled. I'm gonna cum." I positioned my body over Scott and the first shot of cum shot out and landed on Scott's back. That shot was followed by another and another and they all landed on Scott's striated back. His back was so wide and muscular that a pool of cum collected in between the striations of his back. It was like Scott's back had a natural pool for cum to collect in. The jizz that was left on my dick I scooped up with a finger, brought to my mouth and swallowed. It was pretty tasty. After I was all cleaned up, Scott suddenly turned back over and then he sat up in bed. His powerful pecs were so large that they hung over his abs almost like tits. He was awake. "Good morning, Tucker Allston," he said. "Good mornin'," I said. "How'd you sleep?" "I slept like a baby." "A baby lamb?" "Yeah, a baby lamb." After that, Scott suggested that I take a shower while he got breakfast together. When I was done with my shower, I came back to the bedroom and found Scott waitin' for me in his boxers. I got dressed in the clothes I had worn the night before and Scott put his arm around me. He led me down the stairs to the dinin' room where I found that two places at the table were already set with breakfast ready made in front. "Then what?" asked Matheson, still tuggin' at his dick. "What do you mean, 'then what'?" I asked. "Scott got dressed and then he drove me to campus." "You goin' back? I mean, to Scott's place?" "I dunno. I need to go back to the Sheriff's Office." "Hello Tucker," I heard a deep voice behind me ask. I already knew it was Scott, even before I turned around. Damn, how did he get over here so fast. I sweat he was over on the other side of the locker room a second ago. "What's up?" I asked after I turned to face him. Matheson stood up straighter, his eyes widened. Even he was impressed with Danzig. "You need to go back to the Sheriff's Office, don't you? I can give you a ride. My Cadillac is parked right down the street." Matheson cleared his throat. "That's okay, buddy," he said. He gave Scott a manly pat on the chest like football players give to each other. "I got it covered. I'm givin' dipshit here a ride to the Sheriff's Office. Why are we goin' to the Sheriff's Office?" "Dipshit?" asked Scott, standin' up straighter and suddenly appearin' hugely tall. "You call this guy 'dipshit'? That's funny, because I think you're the dipshit." He took a step closer to Matheson. "In fact, I think you're the dog shit on the bottom of my boots. Less than that, if that's possible." Matheson swallowed. "What're you sayin', man?" he asked. "You don't even know us. Who the fuck are you, anyway? You just joined the baseball team. You have to... um... you have to earn respect." "Earn respect, huh," said Scott. "I wonder how much respect I would earn if I bent you over my knee, gave you a spanking in front of everyone in the lockerroom, and then stuffed you in your locker?" "Ha!" laughed Brian nervously. "What is this? High school? Ha ha! Stuff me in my locker?" Matheson backed away and looked over his shoulder for an escape route. "That's a good one. Um... whatever, man. It was nothin' personal. If you wanna give Tucker a ride, that's cool. I could just go and... um... take a shower or somethin'." Scott turned and looked at me. "Let me get dressed, Tucker," he said, "and then it's just you and me. Alright?" "Alright." [TO BE CONTINUED] [Support Nifty, buds! Send any comments or corrections to the e-mail address above. Later, guys!]