Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2008 13:09:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Making Scotty Cum (6)

   I've never really understood what it was about watching Scotty play
baseball that stirred my sexual juices the way that it did, but sitting
here right now in my favored top of the bleachers position watching the
game progress was certainly no exception. My aching cock had been hard
practically from the moment when he and the team trotted onto the field all
the way back in the top of the first inning, and as I watched my little
hottie jog over to his first base position to begin the bottom of the
seventh, and final, inning I felt my meat pulse as I focused on his cute
little butt and the intriguing little wiggles it produced as he trotted. He
just looked so yummy in his uniform, and I loved the snug way that it fit
his lithe body, the soft material clinging to all the right places so that
his treasures were concealed, but highlighted in sufficient resolution to
leave little to the imagination.

   Reaching the base, Scotty turned so that he faced my direction, and when
he extended his arms above his head to stretch, I dropped my gaze to his
crotch, smiling as my cock throbbed once more inside my shorts as I
visualized him playing the position fully naked. My mouth flooded with
saliva as my mind conjured up a clear image of his pretty boyhood dangling
between his athletic thighs, resting quietly atop his plump scrotum that
swelled with the heft of his ample balls, and I nearly drooled over my
chin. He began rolling ground balls to the other infielders and then deftly
catching their throws to first, and I admired the fluidity with which his
slender body moved. He was so graceful, his natural athleticism making his
actions seem effortless, and expert, which in truth they pretty much
were. As the opposing team sent their batter to the plate, Scotty rolled
the warm up ball toward the dugout, and then shifted into his defensive
stance as the pitcher began his wind up. I settled back against the
bleacher seat, and subtly adjusted the erection that swelled the front to
my shorts, and offered a silent prayer for a short lived inning, partly
because the home boys were currently winning by a single run, and also
because I knew that when the silly game ended, I would be taking my Scotty
back to my empty house for some quality private time. I could hardly wait.

   The first batter drew a walk putting him on first base, and Scotty
shifted into his hold-the-runner-on stance, standing on the infield side of
the base facing the pitcher with his back foot resting on the corner of the
bag. Two pitches into the second hitter, the kid rapped a fly ball to right
that was cleanly fielded by the outfielder and the runner advanced to
second after tagging up. Scotty moved back behind the bag again, and I
nearly creamed my briefs when he reached down to fumble with his package, a
move that occurred frequently during the course of every game, and had a
lot to do with my interest in baseball in general. It has always struck me
as strange how ball players freely manipulate the goods when on the field
in full view of stands full of spectators, or even on national television
for that matter, when in a non-baseball situation most of them would go to
extreme measures to maintain their modesty in any public restroom. Go
figure, I suppose.

   The next hitter fouled a bunt attempt on the first pitch, and Scotty
moved in, standing on the infield grass near the base line, and as the
pitcher began his stretch I held my breath. It was one of those moments of
watching him play that I hated, him being so very close to the hitter as he
guarded against the bunt, far too close for his safety as far as I was
concerned. Turns out my concerns were a bit too prophetic this time, and I
saw the next few seconds as if in slow motion; the pitcher releasing what
appeared to be a high heat fast ball that the hitter turned on and swung,
the rifle shot like crack of the bat snapping crisply as the ball suddenly
streaked directly at Scotty in a white blur. In an instant he was down,
rolling on the grass in obvious pain as he brought both hands to his face
as the ball rolled out of bounds after careening off his head, or face, and
I leapt to my feet in horror. The manager and coach hurried to his aid,
kneeling on the grass as they tugged at Scotty's hands, trying to assess
whatever damage had occurred, and when they managed to pull his hands away,
I could clearly see the bright red strawberry that was emblazoned onto his
left cheekbone, and even part of his forehead. They spent a few minutes
talking to him, the manager holding up various finger counts as Scotty
shook his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs as he told the coaches how
many fingers he was seeing, what his name was, and what day it was
currently, etc. Finally they hooked him under his arms, and he shakily
stood up, again shaking his head before they gingerly steered him back to
the dugout as the crowd began a tepid round of applause, and the umpire
called loudly,

   "Lets' play ball!"

   I bounded down the steps, and hustled over by the dugout, craning my
neck to see inside the dank little enclave, and I saw Scotty nodding his
head as the coach continued to question him while the manager started
applying ice to his face. After a minute or two the coaches seemed
satisfied that he was alright, and they moved to the lip of the dugout to
get back into the game. I made a whistling sound, and Scotty looked over at
me, his dazzling grin spreading over his sweet face as he shrugged
sheepishly, and called out,

   "Oops...!"

   Relief swept through me, and I finally released the breath I had been
holding for far too long, and I smiled back at him, pursing my lips as I
blew him an air-kiss, and he blanched, quickly scanning the dugout to see
if anyone had seen my overt gesture, and I chuckled, not much giving a damn
at the moment if I had been seen doing it, or not. My guy might well have
been seriously injured, or worse, and all I really wanted to do was climb
this freaking fence that had us separated, and hug him, and screw what his
team mates might think. That was what I was feeling, but I of course
quickly realized that Scotty was right, some modicum of discretion was
called for here, and so I forced myself to settle down while I was still
only partly content that he was indeed okay. To comfort myself I decided
that once I had him all to myself I would make a very thorough and careful
inspection of his entire, hopefully naked, body just to be completely
sure. The very thought sent a warm flushed feeling through me, and my dick,
which had instantly wilted upon seeing Scotty writhing on the infield
resumed its earlier chubby status, and I felt a whole lot better all of a
sudden.

   Another twenty minutes or so, and the game ended in a one run victory
for the home boys, and I eagerly waited for Scotty to gather up his gear
and exit the dugout. He walked over to the gate in the chain link fence
that surrounded the field, and I struggled with my cool as I walked over to
meet him. He stepped through the gate, and stopped in front of me, and as I
carefully eyed the darkening bruise, and the slight swelling that grew
around his left eye, I again wanted to lean in and kiss his owwie, but I
refrained, just barely. He gave me his sloppy little grin, and my dick
jumped in my shorts as I managed to be very casual about draping an arm
across his shoulders as we headed off toward my car. Making mostly
senseless small talk as we walked, I let my gaze take in his lithe body,
and all of the delicious bulges and creases in his snug little
uniform...did I mention how hot he looks wearing that...?...well, almost as
hot as he looks NOT wearing it...!

   Once we were safely in the car, and gone from the school parking lot, I
pulled to the curb of the short side street that terminated in the school
lot, and leaned over toward a slightly confused looking Scotty, and planted
my lips ever so softly onto his facial bruise, and kissed it all better. In
reality it probably did little for Scotty, but I felt immensely better, and
suddenly realized a much better understanding of why Mothers tend to do the
kissy thing when one of their little darlings takes a spill, or
whatever. Almost as an after thought it occurred to me that some meaningful
form of distraction might better serve to take his mind off whatever
discomfort he was feeling, or maybe it was actually just for my own selfish
benefit, whatever, so I dropped my hand into his lap, and gave his pretty
boyhood a loving squeeze, or six.

   He giggled, his head swiveling around to ensure himself that no one was
close by, and as I groped his thickening treasure he said,

   "That should take my mind of this freaking headache...I'll give you a
couple of hours to knock that off...!"

   I laughed, and after one last squeeze I let go of his prize, and settled
back behind the wheel, telling him,

   "A couple of hours...wow... is that all...?...actually, hot stuff, I
plan to take you to my house where, incidentally, no parents will be is
residence until much later tonight, and have my way with your sexy little
body until you melt into a puddle of lust..."

   He grinned at me, grimacing slightly as the skin around his injured eye
tightened, and replied,

   "God, I love it when you talk all dirty like that...can you drive a
little faster please...?"


   I chuckled, adding some pressure to the accelerator as I thought how
damned lucky I was to have this little slice of heaven eager for me to
commit multiple acts of carnal knowledge on his yummy little body...well,
not ALL of him was actually all that little, now that I think about it. In
any event, he was being a gamer, and when he leaned his head back against
the head rest and closed his eyes I knew that he was feeling the effects of
his injury more than he was willing to let on, so I shut up and let him
rest while I concentrated on my driving. When we got to my place, we went
inside, and I steered him to the sofa in the living room where he settled
in while I went to fix an ice bag in the kitchen, and round up a couple of
aspirins. When I got back, Scotty was slouched into the corner of the sofa
with his feet up on the coffee table. He had taken off his shoes and the
shirt half of his uniform leaving him bare chested, and I paused for a
moment to drink in his lithe smoothness, and the vision of his cute little
nipples. I sat down along side him, and gingerly applied the ice bag to his
bruised face, and he winced a little from the contact. I handed him the
water glass and the aspirin and I held the ice to his face while he
swallowed them down. I leaned in close and gently kissed his mouth, and the
scent of the sweat he had generated during the game filled my senses. I
felt his tongue probing at my lips, and I opened my mouth, fully kissing
his lush mouth now as his tongue filled my mouth. He broke it off after a
minute or so of our tongue swapping, and rested his head against the
cushions as he said,

   "Jeez Dude...you kiss really good...but you know what...?...I sorta
smell, and think I could use a hot shower."

   Showers, of course, are normally done naked, I thought, so I quickly
replied,

   "To be honest, I actually love how you smell right now...or
anytime...but yea, maybe a hot shower would make you feel better...you've
had a pretty rough afternoon..."

   Standing, I took his hand, and pulled him to his feet, and then walked
him into my bedroom where I enjoyed the perk of having my own bathroom and
shower. I led him into the bath, and then dropped down on a knee as I began
opening the fly of his uniform pants. The outline of his penis was clear
under the soft material, as was the pronounced bulge of his balls, and as I
began tugging on his pants he kind of swooned, and leaned back against the
wall. I looked up at him, concerned, and asked,

   "What...?...you okay Babe...?"

   He nodded, but he looked a little pale I thought, and kind of rag-doll
like as he slouched against the wall. I finished getting his pants off him,
and sat back for a second to appreciate the stunning sight of him dressed
in only the very snug fitting Under Armour briefs and groaned a little,
raising his hand to his head, so I asked him again if he was feeling
alright. He shuddered a little, and kind of shrugged as he told me,

   "Yea...I'm good...just still have a headache...and maybe a little
lite-headed..."

   Concern washed over me as I replied,

   "Not good...maybe this shower thing isn't such a good plan right now...I
don't want you passing out on me or something..."

   His goofy little grin painted over his sweet face, and he winked at me
as he said,

   You know, you may have a point...safety first, and all that...tell you
what...I think it would be best if you took a shower...with me."

   It dawned on me then that the little shit had been faking it, causing me
to be all worried about him when the whole time he had been angling to get
me into the shower with him...hells bells...what an utter waste of
effort...all he needed to do was suggest it! In the interest of not wasting
any more time, I quickly skinned the tight little briefs down his tightly
muscled legs, and when his rapidly swelling nearly slapped me in the face,
I quickly took evasive defensive action by sucking it into my drooling
mouth, sweat and all.

   "AWwww Jesus...that feels so fucking good...makes me forget all about my
headache, big time!" he croaked as I bobbed up and down on his tasty pole,
my hand going to his dangling pouch.

   "Umm HMmm...!" I managed with my mouth full of Scotty-cock, "Tastes
really good too!"

   I sucked him a while, my fingers probing his heavy eggs, and Scotty
sagged against the wall happily moaning sounds of joy. My own cock was
throbbing, cramped tightly inside my briefs, and after capturing his balls
in my mouth for a little attention, I backed off, and stood up, yanking at
my clothes while Scotty watched me, and steadily pumped his very erect
weapon. I thought that was totally hot, seeing him fisting his hardon, and
when I peeled off my briefs my own erection slapped against my gut, rigid
and oozing. I reached down and gripped it, and we stood there facing each
other pulling on our puds for a couple of minutes, and Scotty broke into
one of his sloppy little grins that I loved so much, and said,

   "This is hot as hell...seeing you play with it makes me uber
horny...come on Dude...lets get all squeaky clean so we can really get into
it."

   That worked for me, so I turned and stepped inside the shower stall and
cranked the faucets on as Scotty followed me in, his steely hard cock
stabbing into my butt cheek. We spent a good twenty minutes under the hot
spray, soaping each other everywhere, and using our well lathered fists on
each others pulsing erection. After moving to the side so that the spray
rinsed off Scotty's beautiful front side, I put my hands on his shoulders,
and turned him toward the wall. I grabbed the soap bar, and rubbed it all
over his satin smooth back, and then lathered his cute little butt, letting
my soapy finger probe into his snug crease and tease at his tight little
pucker while he rested his hands on the wall in front of him.

   I went to my knees, and soaped up his legs, ending at his inner thighs,
and Scotty splayed his legs wider as I reached in between them to cup his
heavy balls, and stroke his rock hard cock from behind. I moved him enough
so that the water washed away all the soap I had applied to his backside,
and then I spread his magnificent little globes with my thumb so that his
pink little pucker was fully exposed to my hungry view. Leaning in, I
extended my tongue, and swabbed it over his little hole as Scotty made
strange, deep noises. I really wanted to reach around and jerk him off
while I licked at his treasure, but the damned water was going cold
suddenly, so I was forced to abandon my plan.

   I stood up, and reached to kill the now cold water as Scotty turned to
face me, and our bobbing erections bumped together as I reached past him to
the faucets. He chuckled, and wiggled his narrow hips so that we were
having an impromptu sword fight with our cocks, and Scotty moved against
me, pressing his soft lips to mine for a brief kiss. Pulling back, he
reached down and grabbed both our cocks in his hand, and looked into my
eyes, suddenly serious, as he said,

   "Dude...you really amaze me...that thing you do...back there...Jesus,
does it ever feel good...weird...but definitely good!"

   Running my fingers over his small dark nipples, I replied,


"Good...glad you approve...now hot stuff, you get your naked body over to
my bed...I am going to make a very thorough inspection of every inch of you
to make sure you are really okay...and you know what...?...I'm thinking I
need to include a taste-test as well."

   Scotty giggle, and in flash he was out of the shower and headed across
my room toward my bed while I admired his pretty little butt in motion. I
followed, and when I dove onto my bed I wrapped him up in my arms, as we
rolled around on the bed, hands and mouths exploring all areas we could
reach. Finally we settled down some, and I pushed a couple of pillows
behind Scotty's head, and laid him flat on his back, his angry pecker
throbbing against his abdomen, and I bent down to kiss his soft lips before
nuzzling into the crook of his neck as I asked him,

   "You ever heard of a trip around the world Babe...?...he shook his head
in the negative, and I went on, telling him, "Well, you are about to have
the experience, so just relax...put your hands behind your head, and let
Robby do all the work..."

   He looked at me, a questioning expression crossing his face, then he
shrugged, and folded his hands behind his head as he looked at me, and
smiled that goofy smile, and sighed deeply before muttering,

   "Around the world hmm...oh boy!"

(To Be Continued)
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