Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2008 14:44:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Making Scotty Cum (5)

  "Awww, man...it feels so good Dude...it just...all...feels so damn
good...!" huffed Scotty.

   I did my best to mumble a grunt of agreement as I alternated swabbing
his taut scrotum with my tongue, and gently sucking each of his balls in
turn.

   We were entangled on his bed, naked and pawing each other as we enjoyed
the rare opportunity to be alone in the house so that our play could be
more relaxed and drawn out than was our norm, and I for one was seizing the
moment as I eagerly tasted, touched, and/or kissed every tiny spot of
Scotty's amazing body. Our good fortune on this day was the result of a
small series of events that was anchored in the fact that his baseball team
had a rare Saturday morning game scheduled earlier today, and his required
attendance had resulted in his being excused from a planned family trip to
visit the recently injured Grandmother in a distant city. The remainder of
his family had stayed with the original visit plan out of concern for the
aging Grand parent, reasoning that there would be many more baseball games
to come in the season, and Scotty, clever lad that he is, had humbly agreed
with his Mothers reasoning. For my part, I had quietly assured the parents
that I would assume responsibility for transporting Scotty to and from the
game, and that offer had seemed to provide the small measure of comfort
that Scotty's Mom needed to feel that her boy would be looked out for, at
least to some extent. Oh boy...if she had any clue as to just how carefully
her baby boy was currently being looked after, she would doubtless become a
medical patient herself.

   I reached for Scotty's hard boyhood then, gliding my fist along its
length several times before slipping it into my mouth. I bobbed up and
down, drooling my saliva over the rigid stalk as my fingers toyed with his
balls, and he bucked his narrow hips slowly, matching my rhythm as he
sighed noisily, and muttered,

   "Jesus...do you have any idea at all how good you are at this...?"

   I pulled off his cock long enough to glance up at him, and nod my head
as I grinned wickedly, and replied,

   "Course I'm good at it Dufus...I'm good at it because I really, really
love doing it...!"

   He giggled sweetly, and added,

   "You know, I actually believe that too...I think you really do like
it...!"


   Diving back onto his tasty meat, I took it deep, sensing the knob-like
head of his cock bumping the back of my throat, and I backed off slightly
as I resumed my sucking, being sure to swipe my tongue over his slick knob
on every upstroke. Scotty grunted with pleasure, his hips bucking as his
balled fists bumped at the mattress. I had been working him over for nearly
an hour now, ever since he finished his post-game shower and dared to walk
back into his bedroom fully naked, and obviously making an attempt to
induce me to some sort of unnatural act. Humph...it maybe took me 1.3
seconds to cave into his nasty little ploy. I am not, after all, a
pushover.

   In any event, after all this attention my boy was definitely in what
might be described as a heightened state of sexual arousal, and, as I
swiped up another offering of his sweet tasting precum, I let his pulsing
boyhood fall back onto his heaving abdomen, and went back to sucking his
tight little nuts. His huffing and groaning told me that he was totally
into what I was doing, and as I mouthed his balls I was again struck with a
compelling desire to again try exploring that special little secret that
lay a bit south of my current location. The last time I had ventured close
to Scotty's little wrinkled treasure he had, at first, seemed receptive, if
slightly unnerved that I would demonstrate any interest in such a forbidden
spot on his anatomy, and I had managed to sample just enough of the
compelling wonder of the spot to make me all the more eager to explore it
further. My growing curiosity had even driven me to the internet where I
had poured over a number of goggle hits on the subject of anal stimulation,
and even anal intercourse, and for whatever reason I had found it a subject
of much more than passing interest. I had even read of a thing known as
anal orgasm, and my studies had enlightened me to the powers of the male
prostate, a gland that had, according to numerous bloggers and credentialed
medical experts found online, been given very short shrift indeed in our
high school sex ed classes. If one were to accept the expert testimony
offered repeatedly on the web, then the little walnut that all of us males
have snugly tucked away just inside our rectum is a veritable power house
of mind blowing pleasure when properly stimulated, such as in conjunction
with an ardently administered blow job, for instance.

   I let my tongue slid behind his tight little pouch, and I pushed it up
into the firm flesh there in that small area between his balls and his
little hole, and I held my breath, certain that I would be rebuffed as I
had been the last time I ventured south like this. Surprising me, Scotty
not only did not object, but he actually made a loud gasping sound, and
lifted his legs some, a move that not only greatly improved my access to
his treasure, it also sent me a signal that he too was at least curious
about what I might be up to. Actually, I wasn't all that sure myself
exactly what it was I had planned to do back here, but hey, I hadn't burned
all that midnight oil surfing the web for nothing, so I just kept on going,
licking along his smooth skin until my tongue actually slid into the warm
crease of his pretty butt. That generated another loud gasp from
Scotty-boy, so I dug in a bit more firmly, and before I was fully aware of
what I was doing, I was actually lapping at his tight little pucker, and I
might add, liking it...a lot!

   It was as though I had touched his little wrinkle with something hot the
way he reacted, his entire body going suddenly very tense as he made this
really strange groaning noise, and before I had the whole scenario fully
clear in my mind, he shifted suddenly, and began thrusting that pretty
little butt back at my probing tongue. Trying to match his thrusts seemed
like the proper move, so I did that, adding more pressure to my tongue, and
in another second I was actually penetrating his tight little ring, digging
my tongue inside him as far as I could make it go. I couldn't believe how
tight, and how strong his grip on my tongue was, and I was pleasantly
surprised that the only real sense of taste or aroma that registered was
faintly of soap, an after affect of his recent shower, I assumed. I'm not
sure what else I was expecting, but what I was getting was perfectly fine
with me, and I continued to stab at his tender little opening until my jaw
got so tight I was afraid it might actually lock up. Reluctantly, I
withdrew, pulling back as I untangled from his splayed lower limbs and
scooted into a sitting position facing a rather flushed and clearly
astonished Scotty. I made a big production of running my tongue over my
lips and smacking them, which drew a "ewwww" expression from Scotty who
then giggled, and told me,

   "Jeez Dude...what the fuck...?...you really are a perv, you know...what
made you want to do that...lick my...uh...?"

   I chuckled, reaching for his rock hard and oozing dick, and as I stroked
it back and forth, I answered,

   "Just something I have been doing some research on...it's called anal
stimulation actually, but if you prefer to think of it as my licking your
asshole, I'm cool with that...what did you think?"

   He shook his head, obviously finding it difficult to digest how he could
possibly have known me for so long and so well while not really knowing me
at all. Even I had to admit that I had definitely been behaving far out of
character of late, and it was high time, too, I decided. He watched me work
his erection for a minute or so while he thought about my question, and
then he gave me a little shrug, and said,

   "Well...it's actually a pretty weird thing to do...but...oh hell, I
liked how it felt...pretty awesome actually...and who knew...?...and what
do you mean by "research"...do people actually become experts on stuff
like...butt holes...?"

   I laughed again, and then filled him in on the highly surprising number
of subject matter experts that could be found via a Google search, and then
went on to share a few of the pearls of wisdom that I had managed to glean
from them. He seemed quite intrigued with my rendition of the possible
pleasures of the Prostate so I pressed the issue a bit, giving him quite a
lot of somewhat clinical detail regarding the heightened pleasures of
experiencing prostate massage in conjunction with penile stimulation, and
then boiled all the clinical bullshit down to a rather guttural description
of the supposedly mind-bending orgasms that were reputed to be the result
of said activity, and then, I flat out asked him if he was up for giving it
a try.

   The whole world loves an adventurous boy and Scotty's enthusiastic
reaction to my proposal would have made the world proud indeed. You would
have thought that the bottle genie had just granted him three wishes based
on his nearly rabid acquiescence to the suggestion, and before you could
say anal stimulation three time quickly, we had searched for and retrieved
a nearly full bottle of Johnson's Baby Oil from his Mom's bathroom, and a
large and fluffy towel from the linen closet, and then we had the fair and
highly aroused young Scotty flat on his back on his bed, the towel
strategically placed to prevent his bed linens from perennially smelling
like a diaper changing station. All of my late night reading had
consistently stressed the importance of liberal lubricant usage when
pursing such activity as we were about to undertake, and I really didn't
believe they were referring to Baby Oil, but hey, necessity is the
motherhood of invention, right?

   And so we began anew, starting things off with me once more bringing the
dear boy to the near melt-down point by a skillful application of my
recently honed oral skills, and when he was once more panting and wheezing
with horniness, I reached for the very fragrant, but none the less slippery
as hell oil, and liberally anointed my fingers with the stuff. A last
minute brain flash caused me to push a pillow under Scotty's pert little
butt, and he added to this his own touch of bending his legs, and spreading
them widely, and the combined results of both maneuvers resulted in his
pretty little butt, and the pink little treasure it concealed, in a very
accessible position. It was my turn to utter a loud gasp as I relished my
first clear view of his tiny little opening, and my mouth actually flooded
with saliva as I recalled touching that very special place with my tongue
such a short while ago. I extended a slightly trembling hand, and ran my
oil coated fingers over the tight little ridges of muscle that protected
his core, and he jumped, a loud gasp bursting from his chest as I rubbed
back and forth, spreading the slick oil. I reached for his erection with my
other hand, and resumed stroking him as I gently pressed against his hole,
letting him get used to the contact there, and he relaxed then, a deep sigh
expelling from him as closed his eyes.

   This was pretty much uncharted territory for both of us, and the more I
studied his tiny pucker the more I worried about actually hurting him when
I tried to enter him. Remembering all of the cautions I had read about
sufficient lube, a upended the oil bottle and drizzled about a quart of the
stuff over his opening and my fingers, and then I began pressing a
fingertip firmly into his tight ring as I tried to distract him by rubbing
the highly sensitive head of his cock with my other hand which was nearly
as oily as the one that probed his back side. He shuddered some, and I saw
him clench his teeth as I pressed into him, adding steady pressure, and
when my finger suddenly slid past the resistance and moved inside him past
the first knuckle, he groaned as his inner muscles flexed, trying to expel
me. I held still, and after a minute or so, he relaxed again, his tight
sheath seeming to soften around my finger, so I began slowly moving it in
and out. Scotty kept up a cadence of soft grunts and moans, as his body
grew more accustomed to my internal presence I felt his muscles gripping
tightly on my finger, almost seeming to pull it deeper into him.

   His cock was as hard as a nail, and his precum was flowing like a water
fall, and I worked my finger around inside him, finally finding the small
firm lump I was searching for. I slid my finger across it, and Scotty
bucked strongly, his butt coming off the pillow as his muscles snapped
tightly on my finger, and I knew that I had found his little hot button,
and that he had reacted much as the documentation had suggested that he
would. His eyes popped open wide, and his lush mouth formed an oval of
surprise, and he panted some as he uttered,

   "Damn...do that some more Robby...that felt amazing...!"

   Still working his drooling boyhood in my fist, I ran my finger back and
forth, pressing firmly into the little nub of nerves inside him on each
pass, and in no time he was bucking and huffing like he was in some kind of
seizure. His hips bucked up and down, and his cock pulsed in my grip, and
his mouth actually hung open and slack, a dribble of saliva running from
the corner as I found my rhythm, stroking his oozing cock as I rubbed his
tender little sweet spot. I had seem him reach his limit enough times by
now that I easily saw the signals of his impending eruption, so I stepped
up my pace on both his cock and his gland, and in another few seconds his
hips bucked sharply upward as he let out a yelp that ought to have brought
the neighbors running, and I quickly pressed firmly down on his gland while
at the same time I furiously pumped his shaft, and when his cock erupted I
could hardly believe the result. A long thick streamer of jizz shot from
his little slit, arching high above him before landing with an audible
splat across his heaving chest, coating his right nipple and trailing
nearly down to his navel. The second and third spurts were equal in both
force and volume, and they too ended up as thick streamers painted over his
slim torso, and the ensuing eruptions didn't surrender much in terms of
volume either. Finally, he stopped jetting like a 50 cal. machine gun, and
his continuing output reduced to weaker dribbles that drizzled down over my
fingers, finally ending altogether as Scotty sagged back against the
mattress exhausted, and panting like a sprint runner post race. I was
mightily impressed, and just a little bit shocked at the massive eruption
of semen he had produced, and I sat back just kind of staring at his cream
streaked body. How, I wondered, does a nearly skinny little runt like this
manage to produce more cum that I had ever seen in one serving, and then it
hit me that all those pontificating professor types on the internet
apparently knew of what they pontificated with regard to the male prostate
being highly value-additive to the typical male orgasm, and the associated
expelling of sweet, creamy boy-honey.

   Okay then... so I got it, and I definitely elevated my level of respect
for online bloggers, but it suddenly seemed like a total waste, all that
impressive young load just lying there cooling on my boy's smooth body, so
I stopped the intellectual analysis, and bent down to lap it all up as
Scotty writhed and squealed beneath me, his fists raining gentle blows on
my back as he giggled, and can you believe it...?...he kept calling me a
pervert!

(To Be Continued)
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