Date: Tue, 18 Feb 2003 12:01:30 -0600
From: Kryton Ex <krytonex@hotmail.com>
Subject: Scott and Scamp 2

Disclaimer: This story contains sex between two consenting
male teens. If this offends or upsets you in any way, please
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                   Scott and Scamp: Part 2

     "Fuck!" That was the first thing out of his mouth when
he woke up.  My heart dropped when I realized he regretted
what we did the night before.  He continued, "I can't
believe I fell asleep in my own cum."  When I realized that
he was not upset about what we had done I was gleeful.  I
started laughing.  "It's not funny," he said standing up and
taking off his jeans and underwear.  He then sat his
underwear on the nightstand where they stood on their own.
"Look at this!" pointing to the pair of briefs standing
under their own power.  I could not stop laughing, his going
on and on about his underwear was just too funny.  I barely
noticed that he was completely naked while having this rant
of his.  I got to think about that part as he headed off to
the shower.
     I laid in his bed thinking about last night.  Then I
got the dumbest urge.  I wanted to smell his underwear.
Then I thought about how gross that was and fought the urge.
I did that about five times before I gave in and put his
underwear on my face.  Yup, it smelled like cum.  Not
exactly like my own but close enough.  When I pulled his
underwear off my face, he was standing over me, drying his
hair with a towel.  I hate people that shower quickly.  It
was now his turn to laugh.  He crawled back in bed with me,
all damp and warm and soapy smelling.  I suddenly felt very
dirty.  "I need a shower," I said as I headed to the
adjoining bathroom.
     I came back all fresh and clean and hopped back in bed.
This was the first time we had cuddled naked and I was
starting to get aroused.  Then there was a knock on the
door.  I jumped ten feet but Scott was completely calm, like
we were not laying there naked with me about to try to
seduce him again, utterly breaking the promise of last
night. "Yeah?" he called out to the person knocking.
     "Do you two want breakfast?" It was his mom.
     "Sure, be down in a minute."  He got up and started to
get dressed.  I had a suitcase full of clothes at his house
by this point.  I would spend the night and my clothes would
end up mixed in with his.  I had my own drawer that his mom
stuck my clothes in after she had done the laundry.
     When we got downstairs I was in awe at the feast before
us.  The Scotts rarely did breakfast as a family, they
preferred sleeping in, but when they did, they went all out.
His mom's invitation was not really an option, she cooked
and she expected eating to be done.  His dad was at the
table already, concentrating on his meal.  He was a very
serious eater.  Pick up food. Put food in mouth.  Repeat.
When Scott said good morning, his dad looked up, grunted (it
was a friendly type grunt) and continued on.
     His mom was the type of person to fix another person's
plate.  She started piling food on my plate.  Just like the
other times I had had breakfast in the Scott's household I
knew there would be no way I could conquer the portions she
set aside for me, but it was good enough for me to try.
     "You don't eat enough," she said, "here have some
more." Piling more food upon the stacks already there.
Scott had no trouble eating the huge amount of food he had,
neither did either of his parents.  Ms. Scott, who I called
"mama", was a big woman, not fat, more big boned.  She went
well in size with her husband which made me wonder how and
why Scott was so small when he was young.  As breakfast
winded down, conversation began, that was my favorite part.
Partly because my parents never talked to me and partly
because of well...his parents really really like me.
     "Francis, how is school?" His mom got to call him
Francis and live, but she was the only exception.
     "Fine, but I think I am getting a D in algebra."
     "A D?" his mom exclaimed, "you are just too smart a boy
to be getting a D in arithmetic. I bet Justin here isn't
getting a D.  What are you getting sweetie?"
     "I am not sure." Which was sort of true, I was not sure
if I was getting an A or an A+, it depended on if the
teacher gave A+ as a grade.
     "Well, I am sure you are doing fine, you are such a
smart boy," she said pinching my cheek, "just like my
Francis, you just need to apply yourself dear." She reached
across the table and held his hand as she spoke.
     "Sorry mom, I will try harder."
     "That is all I ask."
     That is when his father spoke, "Well, why aren't you
studying, what were you two doing up there locked in that
room all night."
     I quickly replied, "Video games." Unfortunately at the
same moment Scott said, "Watching television."  I thought we
were caught up in our lie, but the Scotts aren't the
brightest people in the world.
     Mr. Scott, now known as "papa" to me shook his head.
"Video games and television, no wonder you are failing your
classes.  But I guess that is better that what you could be
doing.  I never finished high school and I turned out fine."
He owned his own construction company.  The Scotts had far
more money than anyone would know looking at them.  They
were simple people with simple needs, but they were not
poor...technically the Scotts were millionaires by the
definition "you are a millionaire if all your assets equal
over a million dollars".
     After breakfast, Papa headed to work while Mama cleaned
the kitchen.  I stayed to help her.  Scott went back to bed.
"I am so glad Francis has you for a friend.  He is such a
troubled boy, he needs someone stable that he can depend on
and trust.  That is why we came here and I am glad we did."
She said similar things to me often, but I had no idea what
she truly meant until later that day.
     I wasn't sleepy so when I went back to Scott's room I
got on his computer.  I was happily searching porn sites
when Mama yelled upstairs that she was going shopping.  I
peeked my head out the door and yelled good bye to her.
About two hours later I here bikes outside.  Scott jumps out
of bed and starts running down the stairs, that his not
true. He jumped down the stairs.  I ran after him.  In front
of his house were seven bikes and a herd of people all in
leather jackets that matched his own.  He stopped at the
front door like he was surprised to see them.
     There was a guy standing in front leaning against the
best bike in the group, everyone else was behind him.  He
had a similar body type to Scott, but short light brown hair
with blond highlights.  The lead guy, whose name was Curt, I
later found out, grinned at Scott.  "I come all this way and
I can't even get a hug," he said.  With that Scott ran up
and hugged him, it was a guy hug, they grabbed hands and
kinda patted each other on the back, so I was not jealous
seeing it. Scott then proceeded to do a similar secret
handshake hug thing with the other six guys in the group.
There were three girls with him, the first two he gave real
hugs too and the last one, a brunette in a tight top and
leather pants, when he went to hug her, she jumped into his
arms, he swung her around in the air and they kissed.  No,
they did not kiss; they tried swallowing each other tongues.
They did this for a really long time and I was getting
really upset.
     Finally, he remembered I was there and introduced me.
"Gang, this is Scamp, Scamp this is my gang."  Next came
seven very confusing handshakes from the guys and a bunch of
hugs from the girls.  Scott invited them in and told them to
make themselves at home.  They took him very seriously about
that.  They were everywhere, they raided the fridge and
cabinets.  They pulled every bottle of liquor out of the bar
and some girls had found their way into Mama's jewelry.
     "This looks good on me, doesn't it?" Asked the brunette
whose name was Chastity (boy did here parents miss the mark
on that one).
     "Put it back, I really don't feel like fighting with my
mom about missing shit." Scott snapped at her.  I had not
heard him use that tone before, his whole demeanor had
changed around these people.
     "God, I am not going to steal it, but I am taking the
Jack," raising the bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand.  The
Regulators got in a good two hours of looting before Mama
came home.
     "Out!" she yelled. "Get the hell out of my house this
instant, you scum!" I was hearing a lot of new tones today.
     "Geez...chill out." Chas (as she is called) shot back.
"I see someone has not had that stick surgically removed
from her ass yet."
     The rest of the grouped laughed.  Mama's eyes widened
as she saw her necklace on Chas.  She reached for it and
damn near strangled her trying to get it off.
     "You aren't taking anything else from me, you cheap
whore, now get out my house, all of you."
     "This blows, let's roll." Curt said, and with that they
all started heading out, including Scott.
     "Where are you going?" Mama asked.
     "Out." Scott replied.
     "No you aren't"
     "Watch me." And with that he headed for the door, at
the door he stopped and turned around, looking at me. "You
coming?"
     I was not sure what to do.  I looked at Mama, but her
head was down, like she did not want to watch her son walk
out the door.  I looked back and forth between them and then
I headed to the door.  I gave one last look to Mama as she
said, "look after him." Her eyes where pleading with me. I
nodded.  I personally had no idea how I could stop Scott
from doing anything.  From the corner of my eye I saw Mama
fall to the floor in tears, I think she was praying.
     When I got outside I saw Chas hop on Scott's bike.
Scott shook his head. "Scamp rides with me."  She got up and
got on Curt's bike.  I was proud and giddy as I got on.
"Don't get to happy," he whispered, "I just didn't want you
throwing a boner against one of my brothers' asses and
having to watch them beat you to death."  They do that?
Gulp.
     Well, we rode out to a motel in the middle of nowhere
and between them they managed to come up with enough for a
room for the night.  Tomorrow they would ride back home.  To
make a long story short, they were drinking and talking and
drinking.  I drank too, its called Pepsi.  I put like a
teaspoon of Jack Daniels in it to convince myself I was
cooler than I actual was.  As the evening came to a close
everyone had passed out, either somewhere on the floor or
one of the two beds.  It was a giant heap of sleeping bodies
all over the place, like I pile of dirty clothes.   Scott
had gone to the bathroom awhile back and had never come
back.  I decided to go see what he was up to.  He was
sitting on the floor between the tub and sink finishing off
the Jack Daniels.  "Can we talk?"
     He looked up at me; eyes glazed and said, "Sure. Come
here." He pulled on my pants and I followed his lead.  The
way he had me positioned I was sitting on his lap,
straddling him.  This was unusual for us.
     "Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend?"
     He looked at me confused. "Cause I don't."
     "What about Chas?"
     He laughed, "She isn't my girlfriend, couldn't be if I
wanted her too. The girls are...well they are... `community
property'."
     "Oh..." How could I argue with that one? "What happened
last night?"
     "Well we kissed, like this..." He kissed me gently on
the lips, "...and like this." He slipped his tongue in my
mouth.  I tasted the Jack Daniels, but underneath, I tasted
him.  If I had to get drunk off something tonight he was way
better than Pepsi.  We quickly moved into heavy petting.  It
wasn't like last night; he wasn't trying to be gentle.  This
was urgent and primal.  It was like we could not touch each
other enough, like he had a hunger for me that could not be
fulfilled with kissing alone.
     At that point Curt walked in.  His hair was all over
his head and he looked like someone who just got off the
floor to go pee.  He was squinting under the bathroom
lights.  "Sorry," he mumbled, "but I got to pee."  He could
care less about what he had walked in on; he just went to
the toilet, whipped it out and started peeing.  Scott wasn't
exactly caring either; I think I was the only person in the
room feeling like they got `caught'.
     Scott pushed my head onto his shoulder so he could see
Curt as he spoke to him. "Hey, Curt...If Scamp wanted to
join Regulators, since he is a fag, could he be fucked in."
     "Nope," Curt answered. "It's against the charter."
     "You have a charter?" I asked.
     "We are an organization, aren't we?" He explained.
"There was once a girl who wanted to be beaten in and the
council decided she couldn't.  Guys get beaten, girls
fucked."
     "You have a council?"
     Curt glared at me.
     "Well, what if a transsexual wants to join?" I asked.
     "It goes by their current gender; we have smartasses in
council and covered all bases."
     "What about hermaphrodites?"
     "Beat in.  No one wanted to fuck them in."
     It seemed they did have all bases covered.  Curt left
the bathroom, closing the door behind him.  We should have
thought of that.  Scott began kissing me again.
     "I love the way you feel," he said, "Did you know
that?"
     "Um...no."
     "I love the way you smell too, you always smell so
good. I love you so much and I just want you to be happy.  I
want to make you happy."
     He was acting really weird.
     "You know what I want you to do?" he asked.
     "Um...no."
     "I want you to suck me off."
     "Oh...well...are you sure? You are kind of drunk."
     "I want you down there sucking my cock within the next
five seconds young man." He managed to slur out while
pointing toward his fly.
     I scooted down his legs and started taking off his
pants.  I got his pants and underwear down to his knees.
His bare ass on the bathroom floor.  I began playing with
his limp dick, I had seen it many times when he was changing
clothes, but he never let me touch it before no matter how
many times I had tried.  Having never given a blow job I was
not completely sure it would be something I would enjoy, I
was a little nervous.  I touched his dick with the tip of my
tongue.  It didn't taste bad so, I put the whole thing in my
mouth.  It was about four inches soft.  Then his cock began
to grow in my mouth.  It became impossible to keep the whole
thing in my mouth.  He was about eight inches hard.
     I got into a rhythm, sucking his dick for all I was
worth.  My head going up and down. Stopping every now and
then to lick it from the base to the tip.  His hands found
their way to the back of my head and he began pushing me
down on his cock.  At the same time he began raising his
hips, slamming his dick further and further into my throat.
He was fucking my face with no regard to my comfort.  I was
starting to panic.  This was not the Scott I was used to.  I
was going to choke and I was not sure I could let him know
that.  I tried relaxing my throat like I had read somewhere
but it wasn't working.  Then all of a sudden, like he had
awakened from a trance, he pushed me off him, hard.  My head
hit the toilet which was on the other side of the bathroom.
That hurt in more ways then one.  Scott looked at me in
shock.  Like "How did I get here?" shock. I looked at Scott
in shock and pain having just been thrown against a toilet
and all.
     He got up and ran out the bathroom, pulling his pants
up as he went.  I ran after him, but I stopped for a second
when I saw, on the bed, in the mass of sleeping bodies, Curt
and Chas fucking!  I was distracted just long enough that
when I got outside there was no sign of Scott.  I made my
jacket into a pillow and laid on the floor in the corner,
hoping he would come back.


To be continued.

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