Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2009 13:17:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Making Scotty Cum (8)

Making Scotty Cum
By
Storyguy22

(8)


   That very special spring season in which Scotty and I had discovered a
new level to our relationship seemed to pass more quickly than was the
norm. The baseball season had come to a close with the boys suffering a
loss in the first elimination round of post season playoffs, a game they
were actually more than capable of winning. It was, it seemed, just one of
those strange days when nothing, or no one, seemed to firing on all
cylinders, and the result had been a premature conclusion to on otherwise
stellar season.

   Scotty had of course been crushed with the loss and no amount of
conciliatory effort on my part could lift his malaise; that is until the
dejected Scotty had noticed a school bulletin board posting offering
tryouts for the school swim team. His lingering brooding over the sudden
end to his baseball season seemed instantly to evaporate into the air as he
began effusing over plans to embark upon a punishing training regime in
preparation for not only successfully making the swim team, but a personal
commitment to meet or surpass any currently standing individual records. I
accepted all this gushing with what I hoped was a calm demeanor and readily
offered selfless support of Scotty's quest, up to and including my full
assistance in whatever training regime he might choose to assign
himself. After all, I reasoned, swimming workouts were certain to include
Scotty's lithe young body clad in nothing more than the very skimpy and
clinging Speedo swimwear worn by the swim team, and that alone was
definitely worth any effort or time expenditure that might be required.

   As the school year moved toward the final semester, I had begun sending
out letters of interest to various colleges, and over recent days I had
been receiving several replies, each form-type letter offering thanks for
the interest in their institution of higher learning, and an abundance of
professionally done brochures, replete with full color pictures of the
campus, buildings, and the dorms along with the curriculum, and offered
fields of study. Sitting in the bleachers at the high school aquatic center
while Scotty and the other young fishes that comprised the newly formed
swim team swam seemingly endless laps of the huge pool, I slowly thumbed
through the stack of colorful brochures and class descriptions, my
attention wandering each time Scotty, or several other little hotties would
emerge from the water to mount the starting platforms for yet another
practice start of a race. As interested as I was in perusing the documents
that I held in my hands, I simply was unable to resist the opportunity to
check out the tight young bodies that were all but naked in the skimpy
Speedo's, the shiny material clinging saucily to their tight little butts,
and bulging invitingly at the crotch. As a spectator sport, I readily
decided, swimming had baseball beat hands down.

   The scantily clad boys, one by one, assumed their starting pose on the
slightly elevated platform, and when the coach fired the starters pistol
they launched themselves into the pool, the entrance of their rigid bodies
barely creating a ripple in the water as they executed squeaky clean
starting dives. As the lap swimming resumed, I returned my attention to the
college literature, and the sudden and extremely shrill sound of the
coach's whistle actually startled me enough to make me jump as coach called
an end to the practice session. I watched as the boys clamored from the
pool, and smiled as I watched several of the cute freshmen fumble at the
front and rear of their little suits, making adjustments to the treasures
that swelled the brief material. Scotty climbed out, and tilted his head to
one side, shaking it in an effort to clear water from his ear apparently,
and then he walked over to the low wall that fronted the bleachers where I
was sitting. He grinned up at me, and then set his cute face in a coy
little grin as he slowly moved his hand to the delicious looking bulges at
his crotch. I held my breath as Scotty gripped his goodies in his hand, and
gently manipulated it as he winked at me, and then licked his lush lips. I
chuckled, my cock stirring in my shorts as my mind clearly envisioned
Scotty's thickening treasure in my own hand, and mouth. Scotty turned then,
and bent slightly forward from the waist as he wiggled his pretty little
butt at me for just a second before he scampered off toward the locker room
in pursuit of his team mates. I reached down and repositioned my half erect
cock in my shorts, and sighed as I pictured the scene that was likely
unfolding in the locker room, to wit, a dozen or more yummy freshman boys
naked, and parading under the steaming showers as they lathered up their
slender bodies in a group exercise. Damn, I mused, I really need to see the
coach about some sort of team assistant job...locker room towel boy comes
to mind...!

   Forcing the enticing vision of all those swinging young cocks and plump
scrotums from my mind, I resumed scanning the school literature and in what
seemed like no time, a freshly scoured and very clean smelling Scotty was
standing before me. I looked up, and Scotty grinned as he formed his lush
mouth into an oval, and mouthed me an air-kiss. I smiled, my eyes drifting
over the stunning boy top to bottom. Obviously fresh from the shower,
Scotty's skin glowed a gentle pink, and I noted the still damp hair that
lay close to his scalp, and the form fitting tee shirt that clung to his
upper body, snug enough to give definition to his tight pectorals, and even
the tiny points of his little nipples. Scanning lower, I noted the
satin-like shorts that offered just a hint of the tasty treasures that it
concealed, and I felt my dick stir once more as I forced myself to look up,
and into Scotties eyes.

   "Hey Tiger...nice workout Bud...a busy one too...you must be bushed." I
told him.

   "A little maybe...coach makes each session a little bit tougher, and
longer...but I'm good...hungry...maybe a little bit sore later on," replied
Scotty, shifting his gym bag to his other hand.

   I stood up, gathering my papers in hand, and I reached out to cuff
Scotty by the back of his neck as we began walking toward the parking lot,
and my car, as I told him,

   "Okay then...cool...how about we go catch some food someplace, and then
we can head over to my house...the `rents are out late tonight...and I can
give you a good rubdown...get all the wrinkles out of Little Scotty...and,
oh yea, work on those hot new swimmer muscles too...!"

   Scotty chuckled, nodding his head as he answered,

   "Food...for sure...a rubdown, you bet...and working the wrinkles out of
Little Scotty sounds just perfect...only, it will actually work lots better
if you rub me down...and UP!"

   I punched his shoulder playfully, and replied,

   "Right...rub up...and down...got it, I think."

   "Don't sweat it Robby...actually, you're pretty much a natural!" he told
me, giggling at his little jest, so I punched his shoulder again, and told
him,

   "Just wait hot stuff...I'll show you natural!"

   Once we had reached the car, Scotty decided on the massive and delicious
burgers that were available at the local teen hangout, and the vein
clogging servings of greasy fries that came with the burgers, so we headed
over there, and gorged ourselves with what was probably about a weeks worth
of calories and certainly trans-fats sufficient to kill a water buffalo,
but what the hell, we were just growing boys, and beside that I had
definite plans for working off the overload of sustenance, speaking of
"overloads."

   When we arrived at my house, Scotty headed off to my room while I went
into the kitchen to check out the note I knew my Mom would have left for
me, detailing her location, and an ETA for her return to home time. I
smiled as I verified my earlier contention that the evenings activities
would indeed keep both of my parents out of the house for at least another
three hours or so, and after raiding the cupboards for snacks and the
refrigerator for sodas, I headed off to my room, and my boy. When I entered
the room, I stopped dead in my tracks, momentarily stunned by the delicious
sight before me. Scotty was supine on my bed, his tee shirt, shorts, and
shoes and socks in a heap on the floor where he had apparently shed them.,
leaving him clad in nothing more that a very small and extremely sexy
little pair of crimson red briefs. Even though I had spent a good portion
of the afternoon watching him parade around the aquatic center in his tiny
Speedo, I somehow found this similar garment completely erotic, and my cock
apparently agreed with that assessment as it instantly went fully erect as
I stood there perving young Scotty, and, I suppose, drooling. He looked
over at me, his sweet face breaking into a knowing grin as he read my
reaction to his pose, and to kick things up another notch, he flexed,
tightening his lithe body as he stretched his arms above his head. The
maneuver caused his marrow hips to lift slightly, and the swollen pouch of
the tiny briefs seemed to actually call out to me, and I swooned slightly
in a brief moment of light headedness. Scotty chuckled softly, fully aware
of the effect he was having on me, and he said softly,

   "You know, I think all that swimming is catching up with me...I'm kind
of sore...and stiff...uh...all over...you still up for that rubdown...well,
UP, and down...?"

   I all but dropped the soda's and stuff I had in my arms, but managed,
barely, to stumble to my dresser and put it all down as I answered him. My
voice sounding similar to some matinee idol turning his full arsenal of
seductive mannerisms on screen maven, I told him,

   "Oh yea...trust me Dude...I am SO up for that...and...you're not the
only one in the room that is experiencing a problem with stiffness, believe
me...and, by the way, where did you get those amazing little panties...?"

   He giggled again, and sort of thrust his crotch forward as I kept my
eyes glued to his very alluring bulges, and a low groaning sound came from
somewhere in my chest. My God, I thought, he is flat out beautiful, and so
damn sexy that I struggled with the dilemma of whether I wanted him in the
hot little panty, or just naked. Some dilemma to have, huh? In a kind of
lust induced haze, I staggered into my bathroom, and dug around in the
towel closet until I found the bottle of coconut oil I sometimes used to
jerk off with, and then I went back to my bed. Scotty was flat on his back,
his well toned legs splayed widely and his arms up so that his hands were
stuffed behind the pillow under his head. I stood there, frozen in the
moment as I let my hungry gaze slowly take in his beauty. My eyes lingered
on his creamy underarms, the skin there soft looking, and still hairless,
though there was a darkening of the skin that foretold of his still
advancing puberty. I had a sudden urge to lick him in that soft pit, and I
did it, dropping to perch myself on the edge of the bed as I leaned down,
and dragged my tongue through his moist underarm. His fresh and boyish
taste and scent washed over me as I lapped at his warm creases, and he
giggled softly as if the contact were ticklish. I washed my tongue across
his creamy soft warmth once more, and then moved to lick his tight little
nipple, and he shuddered under me as I closed my lips over the puffy
nubbin, and sucked on it.

   "OHhh gosh...that's really nice Robby...I can feel it in my balls when
you do that...!" he panted softly.

   Encouraged, I moved across to the opposite nipple, and licked and sucked
at it as well, and Scotty all but purred under my ministrations. After
tasting his now stiff little nipples a while, I really wanted to just lick
my way down to his pretty boyhood, and yank the sexy little panty off his
so I could suck his rigid cock until he exploded a burst of his sweet
boy-honey onto my mouth, but the plan had been to give him a rubdown, and I
was determined to have that experience, and at the same time hopefully
extend out play rather than bring about the rapid orgasm I knew full well
would occur if I started sucking him. I sat up, Scotty giving me a look of
dismay for abandoning his pretty little nipples, so I grinned at him, and
said,

   "Time out, sexy...this is supposed to be a rubdown, remember...all those
achy muscles, remember?"

   He frowned a little, but nodded his head, so I motioned with my hand for
him to role over onto his front side, and he did it, once more arranging
the pillow under his head. I uncapped the oil, and then upended the bottle,
squeezing it as I left several trails of the slippery fluid along his
smooth back from shoulders to the waist of the little briefs. I set the
bottle down, and then placed my palms high on his back and began spreading
the warm oil over his skin as my fingers kneaded his firm muscles. I worked
his shoulders, and then moved along his ribs on either side, going lower
until my fingers traced sideways along the elastic band of his briefs. I
moved back to his shoulders, and then repeated the whole thing, working all
the tightness from his back, and he sighed deeply, apparently enjoying my
actions even though I really had no idea what I was doing.

   His smooth back glistened with the fragrant oil I had spread there, and
the sweet scent of coconut filled the room as I shifted, and once more
picked up the bottle and drizzled a liberal amount down the backs of his
legs. Starting at his feet, I massaged them, working each tiny toe in my
fingers, and Scotty squealed when I ran my fingers along the very ticklish
sole of his foot. I worked his trim ankles, and then worked my fingers
along his muscular claves, and then up the backs of his shapely
legs. Reaching the tops of his thighs, I let my fingers drift to his inner
thighs, and he opened his legs wide for me, so I gently poked at the bulge
of his tight balls where they pressed against the satiny cloth of his
little red briefs. He grunted, and wiggled his cute little butt a bit, so I
placed one hand on each of the perfect little mounds, and began kneading
them.

   "Shit Robby...you're really good at this stuff...!"

   I grinned, and dipped the slick fingers of one hand under the elastic of
his briefs, and let my middle finger invade his snug crease. He moaned,
flexing the firm globes of his pretty ass, so I took that as a good sign,
and quickly yanked the hot little panty down, and off his feet. I let it
drop, and ran my oily fingers up his inner thighs again, tickling at his
hairless scrotum as I leaned down, and began licking all over that pretty
white boy-butt.

   "Awww jeez...!" he sighed.

   My taste buds exploded with the strong flavor of the coconut oil as I
trailed my tongue all over his taut mounds, and I gripped the small globes
and spread them open as my tongue drilled into his core, the rolled tip of
it probing his tight little sphincter as he moaned loudly into the
pillow. God, he tasted wonderful, so fresh and clean, and I quickly warmed
to the task, pushing my tongue right into him as far as I could make it
go. He slid his knees up a little, lifting his pretty butt enough to allow
him to thrust back against my invasion, and I let my hand wrap under him to
grip his rock hard erection and stroke it as I continued to lick his hot
opening. I groped around the bed and found the oil, and then I squeezed out
a drizzle right onto his tiny hole, and then I eased my finger inside of
him to the last knuckle. A loud, long hissing sound came out of him, and I
gently moved my finger in and out, searching for his hot button as I
continued stroking his rigid and badly leaking boyhood.

   "Aggg...fuck...that feels so...amazing...!" he grunted.

   "You're delicious Baby...so hot and tight...God...touching you like this
makes me want to fuck you so bad...!" I blurted, actually surprising myself
with the frank declaration that I had not actually given much thought to
until that very moment.

   It wasn't lost on Scotty either, and the second the comment was out of
my mouth, he went all tense, rolling to his side and drawing his knees up
into a fetal position as he looked up at me, wide eyed, as he said sternly,

   "No way Bud...that fucking club of yours would flat tear my little hole
all up...much as I am loving every minute of this, you are NOT...trust
me...going to try to fuck me...no way!"

   Rattled at his terse reaction, I shrugged, and ran my hand over his
thigh, trying to calm him down as I told him,

   "Chill dude...I didn't mean that I was actually going to try doing
it...I only said that I would love to...and I would, for sure...but not
unless you said you wanted to try it, so just relax, and don't worry about
it, okay...what goes on here is all about you, believe me."

   He relaxed some, rolling onto his back and adjusting his pillow as I
slid my hand between his thighs, and gently cupped his plump scrotum, and
his tender balls. I massaged the firm nuggets with my fingers, tugging
gently on the pink and crinkled pouch as Scotty sighed deeply, his legs
opening wider as I toyed with his sperm makers, a stimulation I knew full
well he truly enjoyed. I moved my free hand to his steely hard shaft, and
gripped it as I began slowly rubbing its length, and Scotty sighed loudly
again, his eyes closing as his lithe body relaxed, and he reveled in the
array of sensations I was providing him.

   Relieved that the tense moment had apparently passed, I concentrated
fully on manipulating his rigid boyhood and his smooth balls, and his
breathing became shallow and ragged as the sweet tension began building
stronger in his mounting excitement. I reached for another pillow, and
shoved it under his pretty ass, and then I stretched out between his
thighs, and carefully lifted his plump sack, dropping my head down to take
one of his balls into my mouth. Scotty truly loved me to suck his balls,
and as I carefully sucked on the tender egg he balled his fists, and
punched at the mattress. I released his ball after a bit, and captured the
other one, sucking it as I had the other, and Scotty reached down to grip
his own cock, fisting it up and down as I gently sucked his balls in turn.

   His narrow hips began thrusting up and down as the heat built in him,
and when I released his balls and ran my tongue over the very wet head of
his cock, he groaned loudly, and grabbed at my head as he blurted,

   "Aw fuck Robby...I'm so fucking close...suck me dude...please...suck
me...and...finger me some more...touch that place...oh man...I SO gotta
cum...fuck...!"

  Not needing any further encouragement, I immediately took his oozing cock
into my mouth as my fingers once more dug into his slippery hole, my index
finger sinking into his buttery softness in search of the hard little
button of his prostate. Finding it, I pressed into it, and slid my
fingertip back and forth over it as I sucked his drooling boyhood for full
effect. Mere moments later Scotty bucked strongly, his hips driving forward
as he buried his swelling shaft deep into my throat.

   "FUUUUCK...YEA...I'm cummin Dude...AGhhh...!"

   True to his word, his cock spasmed in my mouth, and erupted, a veritable
gusher of warm, thick boy-nectar flooding into my mouth, and I quickly
swallowed it down as a second, third, and fourth spurt took its place as
Scotty's balls drained. I pressed against his inner button once more, and
his wilting treasure bucked one last time, expelling a final weak dribble
of his creamy offering over my tongue. Scotty shuddered strongly then and I
let my finger slide out of him as I released his now soft cock from my
battered mouth. He shuddered again, and then went limp as I sat up, and
grinned at him. He rolled his head side to side on the pillow, his sweet
face flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. He blinked several
times, and then extended his arms toward me, so I folded into them. He
wrapped me tight, and then pressed his soft mouth to mine in a delicious
kiss, and I eased my cum-coated tongue into his mouth, sharing the
lingering flavor of his massive eruption with him as our tongues
dueled. Finally breaking it off, Scotty held me, and rubbed my back as he
said close to my ear,

   "You make me feel so amazing...always...every freaking time...I prolly
can't ever be as good for you...but Dude...when I catch my breath...I am SO
gonna try...!"

   I chuckled, hugging him tightly as I felt myself flush with a fair
degree of embarrassment as I admitted to him,

   "Um, actually...I'm all for that, definitely...but...we might need to
wait a bit...I...um...actually blew when you did...it was just so damned
hot, you know...?"

   Scotty chuckled softly, and then said,

   "Huh...?...you mean...you...um...cummed in your pants...?...wow...total
coolness...!"

(To be Continued)
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