Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2009 13:11:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Making Scotty Cum (10)

Making Scotty Cum
By
Storyguy22

(10)


   Thinking about it, it seemed bizarre how quickly my final year of high
school had gone by as compared to the first three years. In several ways I
credited the rapid passing of my senior to my newly established
relationship with Scotty, and all of the fun and discovery that
relationship had meant. But, whatever the reason(s), my required education
had in fact drawn to a close, and my graduation day had arrived, probably
much to the relief of my parents.

   It was an exciting time to be sure, a regular roller coaster of
emotions, some quite good, and some tinged with sadness. For the most part
it was all good, but the fact that I would soon be going away to college
was going to put a definite damper on what Scotty and I had going, and that
part of the mix gave me a serious feeling of sadness. But, given that he
had three years of high school remaining there was not a lot that could be
done, and I tried to bolster my sadness by telling myself that I would be
returning home a number of times a year, and that we could play catch up on
those visits. As the old saw goes, absence makes the heart, and the hard
on, grow fonder. We'll see.

   Following my diploma receiving walk across the stage followed by the
ritual of joining my fellow grads in tossing our mortar boards as high as
we could while the assembled friends and family cheered and whistled, my
family had taken me, and Scotty, to a very nice late lunch at a high end
bistro that was of the type usually reserved for special occasions, and to
my fathers credit he only blanched slightly when the tab was
presented. Outside the restaurant we had thanked Dad effusively amid hugs
all around, and then Scotty and I had taken our leave, ostensibly to go and
join a large number of my graduating class at a party being held in a
rented hall not far from the high school. And in keeping with my long held
standard of not lying to my parents, we did indeed put in a couple of hours
at the event before stealing away to undertake the real mission I had
planned to celebrate my graduation while at the same time hopefully seizing
the opportunity to make one of the few remaining trysts with Scotty a
particularly memorable one for us both.

   What I had done was make a reservation at a motel in a neighboring
suburb several miles from our hometown, telling the motel reservation clerk
that my younger brother and I would be in town for one night to attend the
funeral service of an aged Aunt who had sadly passed away. I wasn't sure
the actual clerk who would be checking us in would buy that, but with cold
hard cash in the offing, I seriously doubted there would be a problem, and
as it turns out there was none at all, the older gentleman barely even
looking up from his televised basketball game as he scooped up my cash and
traded it for a room key. Scotty and I struggled to repress the giggles as
we headed down the outside walkway in search of our room, appropriately
enough room number 69. There was just a chance that the old timer's
attention wasn't actually as rapt on the round ball game as I had initially
thought.

   I opened the room door, and resisted the sudden urge to pick Scotty up
and carry him over the threshold, instead just indicating that he should
precede me inside, which he did after giving me a nervous little grin. I
followed him into the room, and closed and locked the door, then turned
back to Scotty and took him in my arms, holding him close as the fresh
scent of his soft hair washed over me. His lithe body pressed against me,
and I could feel his rigid treasure bulging against my crotch, and I
wiggled around a bit until my own hardness pushed against his. He lifted
his head, and looked into my eyes as his eyebrows arched, and he said with
a soft giggle,

   "Oh my...you must be glad to see me!"

   I laughed, and slid my hand between us to grip his firm erection as I
answered,

    "Course I am Dufus...and I can tell that you're not very interested at
all."

   He giggled again, and then pressed his lush mouth to mine as his tongue
invaded my mouth with a kiss that curled my toes. Breaking it off finally,
he gave a little shudder and said,

   " I wonder if the bed is any good...?"

"If it's not," I told him, "there is plenty of floor, and a pretty nice
carpet too."

   He laughed again, and moved his fingers to the buttons of my shirt,
undoing them one at a time as I dropped my hands down to cup the firm
globes of his pretty butt, kneading the succulent flesh with my fingers. My
shirt opened, Scotty moved his hand over my bare chest, his fingers
stimulating my nipples which instantly stiffened under his soft touch. He
shuddered again, and thrust his hard erection onto my crotch as he muttered
breathlessly,

   "I want you Robby...oh God, I want you so bad!"

   "Me too Baby...me too!" I hissed, my balls already going on the boil.

   He slid his hand lower, the soft touch causing goose flesh all over me
as he moved it over my tummy, and dug his fingers under the waist band of
my pants. He dipped his head then, and I gasped as his tongue flicked at my
nipples, his soft lush lips closing over each nubbin to suck at it.

   "Oh Scotty...Baby...!" I uttered breathlessly.

   "Um hum...!" he mumbled as he lapped at my swollen nipples, his fingers
digging into my briefs.

   I moved forward, walking Scotty backward until he encountered the bed,
and sat down on it. I pulled off my shirt as Scotty frantically worked the
fly of my pants until he had them open, and he pushed them down my legs and
I shook my feet free of them. His hand went to my rigid cock where it poked
severely against my briefs, and I shuddered as he gripped the shaft and
pumped it. I reached for his shirt, and pulled it over his head, tossing
it, and then dropped to my knees to get him out of his pants. His erection
stained at his little white briefs, and I pushed him back onto the bed,
then lay down beside him. We grabbed at each other hotly, our limbs
entwining as we locked up in another hot kiss, each of us frantically
groping the others rigid cock and balls as our tongues dueled wildly.

   Pushing him over onto his back, I bent to his smooth chest, and licked
and sucked his tiny nipples as his fingers threaded into my hair, and as I
worked lower, I dipped my tongue into the tight cave of his navel while he
balled his fists, and hammered at the mattress. I closed my drooling mouth
over his rigid boyhood, the soft cotton of his little briefs getting soaked
with my copious saliva, and I suddenly wanted, needed his tasty cock in my
mouth. Yanking at his briefs, I peeled them down his legs and he kicked the
tiny garment away as I gripped his turgid penis, and licked the glassy
smooth knob of it.

   "Oh man...oh yea...God...!" he moaned, his narrow hips thrusting upward
as I took his length deeply into my mouth and sucked it.

   Bobbing over his pulsing erection I took his silky pouch in my hand and
gently tugged at his balls as he panted and gasped under me. His high state
of excitement was evidenced by the freely flowing precum that I tasted in
my mouth, and to keep him on that delicious edge I licked my way down his
hardness, and tongued his crinkled scrotum, taking each of his balls into
my mouth while I squeezed his oozing cock to back him off a bit.

   "OHhhh fuck...jeez...I'm so close already...damn...!" he hissed as I
sucked his balls, moving between them as I dipped a finger into his warm
crease, searching for his little pucker.

   Finding the tiny muscle of his sphincter, I pressed my finger against
the resistance, and Scotty surprised me by splaying his legs wider and
bending one knee to allow me better access to his core. I pushed again, and
my finger slid into his buttery softness, and he groaned loudly as I moved
my finger around, finding his sweet little button. I tickled it with my
finger as I once more took his drooling boyhood into my mouth and sucked
it, going for full affect as Scotty thrust his slim hips and drove his cock
into my mouth. As super-heated as he had been when we started, and the
length of time I had held him on the edge had him at the boiling point, and
now that I was actually trying to bring him to the brink it didn't take
long. I pressed my finger firmly into his sensitive little gland and
vacuumed his throbbing penis with my drooling mouth and he suddenly went
fully tense and drove his hips upward as his cock erupted, spewing
forcefully into my mouth. I gulped down each of his creamy offerings as
quickly as they presented, and after maybe four strong ejaculations, his
cock softened, and began to wilt in my mouth. I let it go, closing my
finger and thumb around the base as I lapped away the final dribbles of his
sweet tasting nectar and Scotty shuddered strongly, and muttered,

   "Holy shit...wow...that was totally intense...!"

   I think I may have actually scared the boy with my next move, though we
laughed about it later, but the intensity that he referred to was most
definitely not lost on me. My own balls were in a froth and my cock was so
hard that it was actually painful, and at about the same moment that Scotty
had exhaled his "holy shit" proclamation I quickly straddled him, my fist
pumping my throbbing erection so rapidly that I saw it only as a blur and
in seconds I unloaded, thick streamers of my semen jetting across his sweet
face and splattering over his satin smooth chest. Shocked, Scotty dropped
his jaw, and as his lush little mouth opened, I pushed my still dribbling
cock inside it, my body trembling as though I were freezing cold, and he
instinctively began nursing at it. I could hardly believe my eyes as I
began to wind down from the stunning orgasm as I gazed down on Scotty, his
boyish face literally covered in long ropes of my cum and my wilting cock
filling his mouth. It was a picture that I will carry with me always and
forever.

   Finally we both settled, and I suddenly felt badly for sliming his face
the way I had, but truth to be told he looked flat out hot lying there with
my slime painted over his flushed face. So hot in fact that I actually
surprised myself when I leaned down and began licking it off him while he
squealed and giggled, until I kissed him, pushing my cum coated tongue into
his mouth to quiet him down. After an initial hesitation, he warmed to the
kiss, and we spent several moments sharing the slightly acrid fluid between
us. I rolled off him then, and reached down to the floor to retrieve his
little briefs which I used to wipe the remaining cum streaks from his face
as he grinned at me, and then I stretched out beside him and wrapped his
slim body in my arms and held him as we rested.

   Sometime later we shared a shower, an event that I definitely could make
a habit of given the chance, and then made our way back to the bed,
refreshed and recharged. The pace was decidedly slower this go round, and
we spent a long time kissing and touching as our passion rekindled. Scotty
must have ingested a minor overdose of vitamin E or something given his
more than usual level of aggressiveness, and I let myself relax and enjoy
it as he kissed, licked, and touched me everywhere, almost as if he were
exploring my body for the fist time. He eventually began sucking my second
throbbing erection of the short evening, and I managed to twist myself
around enough to maneuver us into a sweet sixty-nine, thereby giving
credence to the selection of the room number the old dude had chosen to
assign us. In an evening of surprises and firsts I suppose I should not
have been as shocked as I was when Scotty eased my rigid erection from his
mouth to look at me, a devious little smile painted on his sweet face. I
met his gaze, curious as to the coy expression he was giving me, and I was
just about to ask him what he was up to when he laid the shock I mentioned
on me, saying very softly,

   "I have a special graduation present for you Robby...if you want it...?"

   I smiled, still wondering about his curious expression, and said,

   "Course I want it Dufus...I want everything and anything that comes from
you...always."

   I actually thought he blushed, but it may have been my imagination, and
nothing else mattered anyway after what he said next,

   "I want you to...fuck me...!"

(To Be Continued)
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