Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2012 07:22:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Brian Roberson Subject: Scott's Coming Out Party 1 Please don't read if you are not allowed to or are offended by homoerotic stories involving young teenagers. This is a sequel to "A Summer Abroad". "Scott's Coming Out Party" I "Return" Scott sat in his window seat on the plane and looked down at the endless expanse of ocean and clouds that moved past him below. He felt depressed and lonely. He had had the best time he had ever had in his life on St. Sebastian's island, but now he was headed back to the same old humdrum, oppressive life in Chattanooga, Tennessee that he had just fleetingly, and all too briefly, escaped from. He fingered the shell necklace around his neck as he thought about the three friends that he had met and had gotten to know on the island, and that he had just left behind. He especially thought about Josh. He actually couldn't think about anything BUT Josh. Mark and Etienne were real nice and fun to be with too, but Josh was special. Josh was more than special. Scott closed his eyes as he thought about Josh's bronzed, tanned body. His golden brown skin. His thin, oval face that looked kind of flat. His brown eyes, his thin, sensuous mouth. His thin and yet muscular frame, his tanned penis... Scott felt butterflies in his stomach, a lump in his throat, and his member starting to rise in his shorts. He unbuckled his seat belt and told his mother and his sister who were sitting next to him that he needed to use the bathroom again. "This is your third time today, Scott! You sure you ain't sick? " His mother said as she got up to let Scott through. His sister Debby, who sat next to him in the center seat reading a magazine, refused to move, and Scott had to step over her. He made sure to give her a little, well placed, "accidental" kick as he did so. "Ow! Watch it!" She said to him as she slapped him on his back while he stepped past her. Scott then walked down the aisle without a word and entered the small bathroom at the end of the plane. He quickly closed and locked the door behind him. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. He took his thirteen year old cock into his left hand and began beating off over the small toilet. He closed his eyes and thought about the feel of Josh's boner in his hand, the thickness and the warm, fleshy firmness of it. He thought about Josh's thick tangle of coarse, dark pubic hair, the feel of his smooth, fleshy balls in his hand, the light, reddish brown color of the firm glans. He thought about Josh's firm butt, the feel of his arms around him, the sensation of his tongue against his. He began to masturbate harder as he thought of the taste of Josh's dick and the feel of it in his mouth, the warm fleshiness, the salty, slightly nutty taste . He pumped himself madly as he thought of Josh jerking him off and sucking his dick while he lay between Mark and Etienne. Scott's hand was now a blur as he thought of Josh's face, mouth open and eyes closed with a look of ecstasy on his face as his warm, thick semen pumped out in thick spurts all over Scott's chin and face while he jerked Josh off. Scott grunted and his knees buckled as the strong orgasm hit and he blew his cum all over the small, metal airplane toilet. He continued to pump his dick for close to a minute as the mighty spurts subsided into weak little dribbles, and then nothing at all. He stood there panting and lightly sweating as the loneliness and the guilt washed over him. "I'm sorry Jesus, I'm sorry Jesus, I'm sorry Jesus..." He whispered to himself over and over again as he rolled out some toilet paper and carefully wiped up every drop. Scott pretty much retreated into his room once he had returned home. He knew that Josh was going to be on the island until the 12th, so he figured he would wait until the 14th to call him. He would jerk off sometimes once an hour thinking about the boys on the island that he had met. At night, he would slip off his underwear and lay on top of his blankets naked while he slowly stroked his dick with one hand and rubbed his fingertips all over his chest with the other while he remembered being in that big double bed with the three other boys, until he would slowly pump out gobs of semen all over himself and all over the bedsheets. He was starting to worry that his mom would see the stains when she did his laundry, but his fears did nothing to stop, or even slow him down. He still thought about when he met the boys. He and his family had gone into a clothing/gift shop, and he saw the three of them minding the store. They were all so gorgeous looking. They looked tan and wild. He was initially scared of them, until they started talking to him. Not only did they turn out to be friendly, but they also turned out to be like him. He couldn't believe his luck, and it turned out to be the best time of his life. Now, he missed them terribly. Scott could only wait until the 13th to call Josh, but to his disappointment, he found out that Josh was staying an extra week on the island. He responded by retreating into his room and masturbating madly every hour or so. He thought about Josh's legs, his face, his dick, and his hair while he pumped away at himself. All he wanted was to see Josh, curl up next to him, and fuck, fuck, fuck. At one point, he began praying to Jesus for forgivness, but doing so got him excited all over again, and he blew cum all over his desk from where he stood. One night, a few days later, Scott had just jerked off into his shorts while thinking about the boys on the island. He then sat at his desk and stared sadly at his turned off computer monitor, feeling depressed, confused, and lonely. Just then his dad suddenly entered the room and closed the door behind him. He grabbed the other chair in the room and sat next to Scott. He then put a pair of yellow stained jockey shorts that he had been holding onto the desk in front of Scott, who stared at them in horror. "Yer momma said that all yer underwears and yer sheets are like this." His dad said sternly. Scott stared down at the floor in humiliated shame. "Yew look at me, Boy!" His dad said. Scott slowly looked up into his fathers angry face. "Have yew been spillin' yer seed, Boy? Doncha lie to me! Yew in enough trouble with The Lord! " Scott teared up, closed his eyes, and nodded. "Yew remember the story of Onan from yer Bible?" "Yes, Sir." "Onan spilled his seed on the ground too, and God struck him down raht where he stood. The Lord will do the same fer yoo if yew keep to this wicked behavior. Yew hear me, Boy?" "Yes, Sir." "The sins of the flesh are the worst sins to The Lord. He don't tolerate it. He'll strike yew down and you'll burn in the firey lake forever!" "Yes, Sir." "Yer momma's gonna buy yew some new sheets and underwears since all yer others are spoiled by sin, an yew better start praying for forgivness! If those are also soiled, then yer gonna have to stand in front of our whole congregation and tell them that yew been spillin' yer seed! Yew hear me, Boy?" "Yes, Sir." Scott's dad grabbed the soiled underpants. "Ahm gonna go burn these sinful drawers out back! Yew better start thinkin' about saving yerself from Hell!" He said as he stormed out of the bedroom. Scott immediately burst into tears. After he was finished crying, he lay back down on the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to go to sleep. Instead of sleep, however, all that came were memories of Josh and Mark and Etienne. All that came were images and memories of the four of them giving each other pleasure, love and friendship, three things that he couldn't ever really have in his life as it currently was. His thoughts then went to the boys naked bodies, and their cocks, and the sensations of them touching him, and him touching them. Scott then got up, dropped his pants and underwear and started beating off next to the bed. His cum landed on the bare wooden floor in big gobs, and he prayed to Jesus over and over again for forgivness as he wiped up the mess with a Kleenex. End of "Return"