Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2021 05:12:30 +0200 (CEST)
From: jade.indigo@tutanota.com
Subject: Bedtime Playtime with Scott

STORY CODES: B/b, mast, oral

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PROLOGUE: This part of the story takes place a few weeks after Dragon Boy
has started his latest round of deep cover rotation as a supposedly normal
kid in the identity of Jack Paper.

ON WITH THE STORY:

Scott and I were sitting at opposite ends of the couch in his darkened
living room, nominally watching a movie with his dad who was sitting in the
recliner.  We had our legs stretched out towards each other in the center,
surreptitiously playing footsies.  Both of us were wearing just briefs, our
hair mostly dried from our showers an hour or so before.  Scott's dad was
engrossed in the movie, a sort of intellectual thriller, but Scott was
eager for some bedtime playtime.  I didn't need empathic powers to know
that, I could see his half-stiffy in the front of his briefs.  It matched
mine

"I think I'm going to go on to bed." Scott said, after suppressing a fake
yawn and stretching.

His dad paused the movie.  "It's not even midnight" he said.  "Who are you
and what have you done with my son?"

Scott snickered and shrugged.  "I guess you wore us out helping with the
fence this afternoon."

I stifled a fake yawn myself.

"Either that, or this movie doesn't have enough explosions to keep your
interest." His dad said.  "Come on then, give me a hug and get a good
night's sleep."

It was fun to watch Scott give his dad a hug, I liked that he wasn't too
cool to show affection with his father in front of a friend.  I could feel
they were both comfortable with that level of physical affection.  Maybe I
was projecting a little, sub-consciously...

"You too, Jack?" his father said, "You can have a hug too, if you want."

I did want!  It felt good to melt onto him in a genuine hug, the structure
of the chair giving me just enough privacy to cover the little tent in my
briefs

After the hugs, Scott and I headed to his bedroom.  "You're the guest," he
said. "You should get the bigger bed, the bottom bunk... unless you like
bein' on top."

"I'm fine bein' on the bottom." I said.  And rolled into his bed.  He
hadn't changed the sheets.  They smelled perfect, like the barely teen boy
that he was.

"I'm good with the top." Scott said, tossing the box of tissues from his
nightstand onto the top bunk and climbing the ladder.  The light from the
hallway, coming in through his open bedroom door gave me a nice view of his
half tented briefs.

Scott lay down on the top bunk, the frame squeaking and jostling a bit from
his movements.  It was warm in the bedroom, so I kicked the blanket down to
the the foot of the bed and only covered up with the sheet up to my waist.

"Do you think your dad is gonna go to bed after his movie?" I said.

"Yeah," Scott said, "That beer he's workin' on is actually his third drink
tonight, so he'll be ready for bed."

I could feel the tension in the bedroom.  With Scott just a few feet away
from me, it was easy to sense his horniness.  He was eager to try something
with me and I wanted to play with him, but wanted it to be his idea.  So I
didn't start anything, but I amplified his excitement.  We talked about
school and stuff, ignoring the elephant in the room, until about twenty
minutes later, when we heard the movie's closing theme and his dad turned
off the TV.  He puttered around for a few minutes, putting things away and
locking the place up, before he poked his head in the door of Scott's
bedroom and said "Goodnight boys."

"Goodnight Dad."

"Goodnight Mr. Porter."

He walked to the other end of the hall, the hallway light was turned off,
and I could hear the door to his bedroom close.

Scott was aching to do something, but he seemed to not quite know how to
get things started.  I waited another five minutes and boosted his
confidence a little.  Finally he spoke up.

"There's a little somethin' I gotta do before I can get to sleep at night."
he said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Jack, do you know about jackin' off?" he asked with a nervous giggle.

"Some.  I guess." I said, genuinely matching the nervousness of his giggle
"I mean... it's literally there in my name."

"Sweet." he said, "So you're not gonna freak out if the bed starts shakin'
a little bit from what I'm doin' up here?"

"I'll be too busy shakin' the bed myself from down here." I said.

He laughed quietly and sure enough, I started hearing and feeling a
rhythmic squeaking as he began to masturbate.  I followed his lead and
reached inside my shorts to give my eager boner some attention.  He
outweighed me by 25 pounds or so, and from his position in the top bunk, he
was causing most of the squeaking, but I was moving enough he couldn't have
missed it.

"It's not a race." he said.  "It feels better when you take your time."

I silently celebrated and slowed my pace.  I was so tuned into him that I
could have sworn we were stroking to the same rhythm.

"I like to cum in last." he said, giggling.  "Get it?... Cum?"

I snickered.  "Nice." was all I said.

"Do you need some tissues?" he asked, thinking ahead.

"I'm not old enough yet." I said.

"That's cool." Scott said.  "It's easier. I only started squirting over
Christmas break."

"Santa Claus brought you sperms for Christmas?"

He giggled again, sounding perfectly boyish.  "You're cool." he said.

"Does it feel better?" I asked, "Once you start squirting?"

"Not better," he said after a moment's consideration "But different.  It
feels different."

We stroked a few more moments in silence.  I could feel he was deliberately
dragging it out, in no big hurry to have his cum.

"Do you wanna look at some porn?"  he asked.

I sensed this was what he'd been waiting for, or at least part of it.
"Yeah," I said, "But how?"

"On the intertubes of course." He said.

He crawled over to the ladder and climbed down.  I rolled out of his bed.
We stood together in the near darkness of his bedroom, some moonlight
filtering through the window.  Both of us sported very prominent tents in
our briefs.  "I thought you said the school laptops might as well be
surveillance devices."

He opened his desk drawer and produced something that looked like an
overgrown usb drive.

"The key to the intertubes!" he said.

He took a few minutes to explain how it worked, displaying a sophisticated
knowledge of computer skills.  I couldn't help but imagine him as my
chair-guy, not that I would ever rate one.  I could feel how much he liked
showing me this stuff, showing off his techie skills doing risky,
sketchily-legal stuff.  Soon enough, we were seated in front of his school
laptop, physically identical to mine, but now just the hardware host for
the actual computer that was running from the usb stick.

"What kinda porn you like?" he said, "And I promise, I don't judge."

I shrugged, wanting to leave him in the lead, wherever he wanted to take
this.  "I dunno," I said, "I haven't really seen very much of it."  I lied.
I could still lie, I wasn't empathically linked to him yet.

"I know then." he said, typing in an address.  "This place is like a
cafeteria, it's got a little bit of everything.  So you can look at some
different stuff and see what you like."

He clicked through the warning that said it was adult content and we had to
be 21 years old to look at it.  "The ads are annoying, he said, but it's
free."

I picked a really safe video to start with, at least from the title and
codes, it was straight with oral.  The title was something like "Handyman
Shows Bored Housewife His Big Tool."

"Look at the tits on her." Scott said as he resumed his stroking, languidly
rubbing himself through his briefs.  I could see a little drop of moisture
on the fabric where it covered the end of his dick, pressing hard under the
elastic waistband.

I could sense the remark was for my benefit, so I blurted out "Oh my god,
that guy is huge!" because the actor really was pornstar huge.  I could
tell Scott was glad to hear me comment on the guy.

So we sat there, sharing his desk chair, literally shoulder to shoulder as
we stroked our boyhoods through our shorts.  I was seated on Scott's left,
so I switched over to using my left hand to play with myself and dropped my
right arm over the back of the chair, then brought it up to hook on his
shoulder.  "Just to hold myself on the chair." I said, "If it's okay."

"I'm cool with it," Scott said, and mirrored my position, hooking his left
arm on my shoulder and playing with himself with his right.  I could sense
his pleasure at the way things were working out.  We had skin to skin
contact and we were both watching the same (forbidden for our age) video.
It seemed the perfect time.  I opened my empathic bond to him in a way that
would allow me to heal him if he were injured, but for my purpose was more
about sharing sensations.

The movie wasn't very long, pretty vanilla, the actress sucked the guy and
got him all sloppy wet, then he plunged that big piece of meat into her
pussy - conveniently both of them were shaved - and they went to town.  Me
and Scott were paying more attention to what was going on in the other
boy's lap than to what was taking place on the computer screen in front of
us, it was really just an excuse to jack off side-by-side.  But when it
came time for the money shot, the actor pulled out, stroked it a couple of
times, and then spewed several big ropes of thick, yellow-white cum onto
the actress's tits.  That riveted our attention for the several seconds of
action and elicited a moan from Scott.

"Dude... I gotta lose the briefs..." he said, "You okay with that?"

"I've seen you naked before." I said

"Yeah, but nakies for takin' a shower is diff from nakies for jackin' off"
he replied.

By way of answer I stood up from the chair and shucked down my undies, my
boner bouncing back up and slapping me in the belly.  Scott stood also and
dropped his briefs on the floor on his side of the chair.  His stiffy also
pointed more up than out.  In the darkness of his bedroom, illuminated
mostly from the glow of the monitor, his little puff of peach fuzz caught
the light.  He looked really good, like his dick was just the right size
for his body and his pubes were perfect for how old he looked.

"Oh my god, thanks." he said, "that was killin' me, trapped under the
elastic like that.  I'm glad you're not shy."

"Well, you knew that already." I said. "Besides, I don't got much to hide."
I said, pointing down.

"Does your skin come all the way back?" he asked.

I showed him that it did, left it peeled back for the moment.

"Cool." he said, "We look pretty much alike when your skin is back."

"Yours is bigger." I said.

"Bro, I'm half a foot taller and a year and a half older." he said, "I
*better* be bigger than you!"

We had a good giggle at that, then sat down again, pressed together naked,
touching from knee to shoulder, our outer legs spread a little to brace us,
pushing against each other.

"You wanna watch another one?" he asked "Something different?"

"What's a 'twink'?" I asked.  We were empathically linked, so he could know
it wasn't a genuine question, but he wanted to be the leader and answering
the question let him be the more knowledgeable, so he blew right past it.

"That's like a young looking guy, eighteen or nineteen but looks younger,
sometimes lots younger, like fourteen or fifteen." he said.

To be sure, I was an expert on "twinks."  At some level, I was the
archetype.  My birth-certificate birthday was more than eighteen years
before, but my appearance, at that moment, was eleven and a half.  I had
tried to be legally emancipated, based on my real birthday (three times
before I gave up), but the court appointed psychiatrists always found that
my emotional and social maturity were tied to and matched well with my
apparent physiological age.

So I picked another title on the website Scott had selected, and from his
surge of excitement, I knew I had hit the jackpot with "Broke Straight
Twinks Go Gay For Pay."

There was a strong disclaimer at the start of the movie: "The director,
producer, and distributer all attest that the characters in this movie are
portrayed by actors who were at least eighteen years of age at the time of
recording."  It's a good thing I saw the disclaimer, because one of the
three twinks looked *really* young, like barely older than Scott.  Even the
other two looked like they would be challenged if they tried to get into an
NC-17 movie.  I would have been worried we were watching KP if it hadn't
been for the thing at the start.  But at another level, the disclaimer at
the start was only a legal thing.  I had no problem with boys knowingly
doing play-for-pay on the intertubes.

The "plot" was right there in the title.  The three twinks each needed to
raise some money, fast, for reasons that were never explained.  So the
three, nominally-straight characters who had supposedly never met each
other before were brought together to make a movie for pay.  These guys
were much better actors than the horse-dicked guy from the first movie,
they actually seemed reluctant, at least at first.  The idea was they got
paid to make out with each other first, so there were some sloppy tongue
kisses and awkward mutual groping.  Then some more money changed hands and
they started having to take off their clothes.  As they got closer and
closer to being naked, you could tell they were starting to get into it.
And when their pants came off, you could see they all had boners in their
underwear.

Scott and I watched this, basically side-hugging each other, naked.  We
both were stroking our boyhoods nice and slow.

Some more money came out and the twinks got full naked, and wow they looked
good!  They weren't all buff and muscular, but rather were slender and
toned.  They weren't shaved either.  Even the youngest looking guy had a
little bush and some pit hair, though he didn't have a treasure trail.
Basically they looked like real teenagers, not sex actors.

Scott moaned when the camera lingered on their bodies.  "Dude, I gotta slow
down, or I'm not gonna cum in last."

"Are you for real waiting for me?"  I said.  "I thought that was just a
joke you said before."

"Yeah," he said, nearly whimpering, "I just like to last the longest."

I shrugged and gave myself a few firm, quick strokes, which was all it took
to set me off, gasping and whimpering out my dry cum.  The thing is, with
so much skin contact, and my empathic powers wide open, I was sharing my
cum with Scott, so he was only a few beats behind me.  I started my cum
before him, but he started his before I was through.  And of course, I was
right there in his head, so I got to share his cum, and it was a good one.

Scott shot a couple of nice jets about a foot in the air, pointed nearly
straight up, so they ended up coming down on his chest and belly.  It was
watery and only about half pearly looking.  The room was quickly permeated
with the scent of boycum.  He let out a little groan as the last of squirts
dribbled out over his hand, coating his knuckles.

"Fuck!" he gasped a few seconds later. "That was a good one!"

I couldn't do much more than nod at the moment, but I did have the presence
of mind to reach forward and pause the video, since my hand wasn't coated
with cum.

After a few more moments, he said "Can you do me a favor and get the box of
tissues from the top bunk?  If I stand up right now I'll drip on the
carpet."

I snickered, but helped him out right away.  I didn't sit right back down
with him when I got back, so he could use the whole chair and both hands to
clean himself up, not that he was especially thorough.  The damp, wadded up
tissues ended up in the little wire-mesh waste paper basket by the desk.  I
snugged in beside him again, renewing our empathic bond with the skin
contact.  Reaching across with my left hand, I poked a fingertip into his
belly button where there was a little puddle of cum left.

"Missed a spot" I said, giggling.

"As long as I'm not dripping, it's good enough" he said, grinning.

I smeared the several drops of his cum between my thumb and fingers and
mused "Think about it, there's like 10,000 little Scott tadpoles in here,
all swimmin' like crazy to make a baby."

He laughed. "Dang... when you say it like that, I almost feel sorry for
'em...  Almost."

Scott was at an age where his refractory period was
blink-and-you'll-miss-it, but I used my regenerative abilities to give him
a recharge on the spot.  His next cum was going to be just as fresh as his
first.

"Wanna make some more?" I asked.

"Are you likin' this...  I mean, the stuff we're doin' together." he asked.

"Yeah, this is awesome... doin' this with you..." I said, "Can we watch
some more of that movie?"

Scott ran it back a couple of minutes, to where the twinks were when our
boygasms started exploding.  In the movie, the director character
challenged the twinks to take it to the "next level."  Of course the boys
seemed reluctant, until the director waved a few hundred dollar bills,
which convinced them pretty quick.  So they started with the blow jobs.
Again, they did a pretty good job of acting like they'd never done it
before, at least at first.  But they were quick learners, apparently.

By silent consent, Scott and I were now stroking each other's boy bits.  It
was a little awkward, with our hands reached across each other, mine
crossed under his, but it felt good to be playing with each other's toys.
I could tell Scott was really liking it.

With our empathic bond, I could edge Scott reliably, so I did.  There was a
money shot, the first twink to get a load in the face, and Scott groaned.

"You wanna take it to the next level?" he said.  "Like what they're doin'?"

"You mean suck each other?" I said.

"I wanna suck you, if you'll let me," he said, "but you don't gotta suck me
back if you don't want."

"Sure thing!" I said, "but I already know I wanna give you paybacks, 'cause
it's only fair."

"Okay," Scott said, "but if you change your mind, I won't be mad, I
promise."

We paused the video again and moved our play to the bottom bunk.  I lay
sideways on it with my knees hanging over the edge, legs spread wide,
propped up on my elbows to watch the show.  Scott knelt on the floor
between my legs and didn't even hesitate but leaned forward and took me in.
I could sense it was his first time to do the real deed, even if he had
watched it on porn videos dozens of times, so he was nervous and excited at
the same time.  I gave him another confidence boost.

He looked up at my face, my dick all shiny from his spit "If you change
your mind, just say something or push my head away." he said.

I did not change my mind.  Scott was a quick learner, partly because I let
him in to my sensations so he could feel when what he was doing felt extra
good to me, and when it didn't feel so good.  Pretty soon, I started to get
close, and since I was open wide empathically, Scott couldn't help but know
it also.

I confess I grabbed his hair as I squirmed and thrashed out my second
dry-gasm of the night, but at least I didn't pull on it.  He kept going at
me until it was obvious I was through.

He grinned up at me when I could see straight again.  "It was like I could
tell just exactly when you were gonna cum," he said, "I guess I still
remember pretty good from what cums felt like before my Christmas present."

We switched places and I went to work on him, but not before he asked me
one more time if I was sure.  I was sure, and I had given quite a few blow
jobs before, so I knew how to make a boy last, or let him cum quick.  I
didn't take long because he had no reason to hold back, having fulfilled
his self-imposed duty to "cum in last."

"Fuck..." he moaned, "I had no idea how good this was gonna feel."

I pulled up from his dick, and said "I'm just glad I'm doin' this stuff
with you."

"Can I cum in your mouth?" he whimpered.

"You won't feel sorry for all the little Scott tadpoles?"

Scott giggled and I went back down on him, turning his giggles into a sort
of husky panting.

"Kiss me, please..." he moaned, "right after I'm done?"

I looked up and nodded to him without stopping and hummed a "Mmm hhm" over
his dick.

That set him off and he geysered his boyjuice into my mouth with his
fingers twined into my hair.  With the first, hot jets in my mouth, I
slipped off his dick, keeping my lips pursed and moved up to kiss him while
his eager, young, baby-making parts pulsed out the last of his cum onto his
belly.

I crouched over him and our lips met and our noses bumped.  He turned my
head with his hands, his fingers still twined in my hair, and pushed his
tongue into my mouth.  I went open mouthed with him and shared his boyjuice
with him.  Relaxing my body onto him, I lay on top, his last spurt and
dribbles smearing between our bellies.  When we had jointly swallowed the
last of his thin baby batter.  I came up for air, still laying on top of
his warm body, our foreheads touching.

"I've been wanting to do that for weeks." I said.

"Kiss me with a mouthful of my own cum?" he said.

"Just the kissing part." I said, giggling.  "The sperms were icing on the
cake."

"You like the taste?"

"I'm not keen on the taste." I confessed.  I couldn't lie to him at that
point, we were so open to each other he would know.  "But I'll do it again
a hundred times 'cause I love what it means, that you trusted me and I gave
you a good cum."

He squeezed me tight then for a long time.  "You wanna just make out for a
while?" he said.

So we did, rolling over and over each other, kissing, groping, and grinding
our smooth bodies together until we were breathless with excitement and our
dicks were aching hard again.  I could feel our empathic bond getting
deeper and more intimate and knew that we were only moments away from
another cum, which apparently bothered him.  He stopped, suddenly and
rolled off of me, breaking skin contact.

"Are you okay?" I said.

"I'm fine." He said, sitting up on the edge of the bed, leaned forward with
his face in his hands. "I just... I dunno... it felt like I was falling
into you or something weird like that, and I was afraid I was gonna cum
just from makin' out."

"Do you havta lose every time?" I said, sitting on the edge of the bed
beside him, careful not to make skin contact.  "You already lost twice in a
row... What if we tied?"

"I really, *really* like you, Jack." He said.  "I just need to sort out all
the feels, before we do anything else."

"That's cool." I said, lightly touching his should with my hand. "Do you
wanna watch some more porn?"

"Ehhh, not really.  Not that one anyway." he said.  "I've seen that one
before and they go to 'the NEXT next level' in another few minutes and
start doing butt stuff."

I couldn't tell why he didn't like 'butt stuff' but he definitely did not.
He wasn't trying to hide that he *did* like it by lying about it.

"Too gay?" I said

"The gay part doesn't bother me" he said, "and I think makin' out like we
just did is peak gay anyway."

I nodded my agreement.  He didn't need to be able to see me to understand I
agreed with him.

"The butt stuff... it just looks like it would hurt and it would probably
be gross... I guess I'm just not interested."  He turned suddenly.  "Jack,
I wanna sleep with you.  And I mean sleep.  No more messin' around... `til
morning... But I wanna be naked with you in the same bed all night."  He
looked at me, pleadingly.  I melted inside.

Apparently the kind of hug you give a friend who is dealing with excess
feels is enough different from makin' out that it didn't bother him at all
that we did that, desperately clinging to each other for the next couple of
minutes.  He got up and shut down the laptop and put away the key to the
intertubes, then slipped back in bed with me.  We spooned.  He was the big
spoon.

I opened up to him again, but not wide open, just enough to soothe the
storm in his heart... or mine... I couldn't really tell who was soothing
whom.  It felt safe and right to be with him.

We dreamed together.