Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2011 03:11:05 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Just Like Scott, Chapter 10, Gay Male/Young Friends

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Just Like Scott

Chapter 10

Back Again

When the car pulled off the highway, the break in consistent movement
caused Scott to stir and sit up.

"Well, sleepyhead, you slept almost all the way home." His dad said.

Scott stretched and rolled his neck around to clear the kinks. "What time
is it?" He asked.

"Almost 11:00."

"Wow, I did sleep long." Scott pulled his phone loose from the car charger
and turned it on. He'd really missed having cell reception at camp. It
drove him crazy not being able to text.

"Hey gess who??!!" He typed to his best friend, Mike. "Dude im
home. **##!!"

"NS?? Cool!!!" Mike typed back.

"can u cum over???!!!"

"ill chek" Mike replied. After a pause, "if ok wif ur rents"

"Dad," Mike asked. "Could Mike come over and spend the night?"

His dad looked at him sideways. "On your first night home?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Check with your mother first." His dad said. Scott dialed.

"Mom, can Mike come over and spend the night tonight?" Scott blurted out.

"What? No, not tonight; it's your first night home and it's late already."
Mom responded.

"C'mon, please?"

"No, tomorrow he can." She sounded final.

"Okay." Scott frowned and hit the "End Call" button.

"ol lady says no. Grrr!! $#!+$ ** 2mrw ok. Can u???!!" Scott typed.

"def!!!"

"cool out!!!"

Scott shoved his phone in the pocket of his shorts and realized he still
had a semi bone from whatever he'd been dreaming about. He hoped it hadn't
been obvious to his dad, but doubted it. He chuckled as he tried to
remember what he'd dreamed and hoped he hadn't been talking about Tom, Matt
or Stewie in his sleep.

They pulled into the driveway, and Scott and his dad hauled his bags into
the house. Scott's mom met them just inside the door, looking for a
hug. Scott dropped his duffle and dutifully wrapped his arms around his
mom. She kept squeezing long after Scott was done. "K, need a breath here."

His mom pulled away and held him by the shoulders. "I'm so glad it worked
out for you to be home and still earn all that money. That was so good of
them to do that."

"Yeah, great." Scott said, dully.

"Maybe, you could get a job there next year if some of the older counselors
don't return." Mom suggested.

"Nah, I'll look for something around here. I don't wanna go back there."
Scott said.

"Well, that would certainly be better if you could find something. I was
already missing you just from a couple of weeks. Maybe, you could help
Mr. Jenkins on his farm the rest of this summer and earn some more money."

"That would be nice." Scott said. He didn't really think that would be
nice. He planned on buying his Yamaha and riding it every day, skinny
dipping at Baker Reservoir, and messing with Mike every other free minute.

"SCOTT!!!" Sammy came running full speed around the corner and plowed into
his big brother, driving him backward into the front door as he hugged him.

"Dude, relax." Scott said, smiling. "How ya doin', squirt?"

"Great. I'm SO glad you're home. I missed you." Sammy said pulling away.

"I thought you were in bed asleep." Mom said, with her hands on her hips.

"I tried to sleep, honest, but I just couldn't cuz Scott was coming home."
Sammy said excitedly. "Scott, I got so much to show and tell you
about. Guess what? Mike's gonna give me and Tommy swim lessons so we can be
on the swim team when we get in high school. We get to start tomorrow at
Durfee Rec Center. Cool, huh? Do you wanna come? My baseball games start
this Saturday, you wanna come see me play? Mike took me to the park and
pitched to me a ton and I'm hittin' really good. Now you're home..."

"Slow down, squirt." Scott interrupted. "I can't keep up." Scott reached
out and tousled Sammy's thick locks.

"Back to bed, Sammy." Mom said. "Scott's probably tired and needs to go to
bed."

"Doubt that," Dad interjected, "He slept most of the way home."

"Actually, I'm kinda hungry. Got anything to eat?" Scott asked.

"Of course, dear, I'll heat up some leftovers." Mom left for the
kitchen. Dad picked up the duffle and Sammy helped carry one of the boxes
into Scott's room. Dad dropped the duffle on the bed and went to his room
to get ready for bed. He had work in the morning.

"I'm so glad you're home." Sammy repeated when dad left. "Mom went with dad
to visit grandma last week and guess who came over to stay with me while
they were gone?"

"Who?" Scott asked, disinterested.

"Mike."

"Mike, who?" Scott questioned.

"Mike. You're friend, Mike." Sammy explained.

"Really? Why him?"

"I don't know, but I'm glad he did. He is the coolest guy ever. We had such
a great time. It was like the best week of my life ever." Sammy bubbled
with excitement to share with his big brother.

"Cool. Glad you had a good time. That explains why you kept talking about
him earlier."

"I had a GREAT time." Sammy beamed, "Wanna know all we did?"

"Maybe later. I kinda gotta get unpacked and I'm starving. And if mom
catches you in here instead of in your room, you're dead meat." Scott
started hanging shirts on hangers. Sammy's shoulders slumped and he
shuffled toward the door.

"Can I tell you about it tomorrow?" Sammy asked, dejected.

"Sure." Scott agreed. "Nite."

"Nite."

Scott went and ate and got the news from mom about all that had gone on in
his absence. He was glad for his mom that she got to go see grandma. He got
the scoop on why they asked Mike to babysit and was warned by mom not to
use that babysitting word with Sammy around; it offended him. He considers
himself grown up now.

"So, mom, can I go buy Nick's Yamaha tomorrow?" Scott asked, hopeful.

"I suppose. I'm still not in favor of it, but I seem to be outnumbered by
all the men in this house. You earned the money for it, so I guess you
should be able to get it. You can't ride it until you get a helmet,
though."

"I know, I know. I won't ever ride without a helmet. That's as stupid as
not wearing a co ... well, I plan on getting a whole set of riding
gear. I'll have enough extra money for boots right away, I think. The rest,
I can get later." Mom looked at him suspiciously, but didn't question him.

"Just be careful when you ride it. Don't try and do all those crazy
stunts. Just ride it safely." Mom urged.

"K, I will. Thanks. So, can you take me to the bank in the morning so I can
cash my check?"

"It's pretty busy, but I'll try." Mom said. "Maybe I can call Mrs. Jenkins
tomorrow and see if you can work over there to earn a little more money for
the rest of your little riding suit."

"K. Just let me start next week maybe, if they do want me. I'd like a
little time to umm, spend with Sammy."

Mom smiled. "We'll see what they say. And, I'm sure Sammy will be excited
to know you plan on spending time with him."

"Mom?"

"Yes."

"Do you know where my good trumpet's at?" Scott asked. His mom scowled.

"You are NOT selling that. You would never get the money we put into it
back out of it and that wouldn't be your money anyway. Someday, you may
want to have it again, when you're older." Mom lectured.

"Sell it? No. I don't wanna sell it."

"What do you want it for then?" Mom asked, curious.

"I wanna start playing it again. I wanna rejoin the band and orchestra this
coming year." Scott explained. Then he snickered and said, "Mom, close your
mouth, you'll collect flies."

"Are you serious?" Mom asked cautiously.

"Yeah; I had this senior counselor that I worked with, named Tom, and he
was awesome. He helped me see how stupid I was being letting others shame
me out of doing what I'm good at." Scott said.

"Well, then I owe Tom a big hug someday." Mom said, clapping her
hands. "I'm so proud of you."

Mom came over and hugged Scott to her breasts. It was awkward. She let go
when he squirmed. She was beaming, as she went immediately out to the
garage and pulled down the stairs to the rafter storage area in order to
retrieve the trumpet.

Scott rinsed his dishes, put them in the dishwasher and then headed for his
room. His TV and video player were missing. He walked into Sammy's room,
turned on the light, and found it in there. He sighed as he thought how
he'd told him to stay out of his stuff. Scott wondered what else he'd
messed with.

He looked at Sammy lying spread eagle on his bed. He looked over his young
tender body and thought about when he had been that age. The sheet was
kicked down and draped at an angle across his thighs. The fly to Sammy's
boxers was slightly parted. Scott grew curious if Sammy had any little
hairs sprouting like some of the little squirrels from his first week at
camp. He thought back on their naked little bodies in the
showers. Carefully, Scott lifted the fly open and peeked in. It was hard to
really tell. Sammy seemed to be out soundly, so Scott lifted the waistband
of Sammy's boxers and peeked down at his limp little dick and balls. No
visible hair as far as Scott could tell. Carefully, he replaced the
waistband and gathered his TV and player.

Back in his room, he finished unpacking, undressed down to his boxers and
climbed between his sheets. The soft bed and clean sheets were a welcome
change from his cot. He was so glad he didn't have to stay at camp all
summer.

Scott retrieved his phone off his nightstand and began texting Nick.

"Hey got home early!!!! Got $ for yami can I cum buy tomorrow???!!"

"Hey fukr whatup"

"jus ma dik" Scott typed.

"howz that monster???"

"hrd n hppy"

"f ya. cum get da fker $2g, right???"

"ya I got it**cool**like 11 ok???"

"f ya. What u doin now?"

"gonna jack" Scott answered.

"nice. me 2. way horny"

"cool"

"have fun.  B===>~~ "

"haha**out"

 His thoughts turned to Tom, and he wondered where he was and what he was
doing. He offered a silent prayer on his behalf. Then, his teenage mind
wandered to Cheryl and Michelle. He was really not tired, having slept so
long on the drive home. He got up, crept into the kitchen, and opened the
fridge. Carefully, he pulled the vegetable crisper open, making as little
noise as possible. "Yes." He whispered, spying what he was after.

Scott selected the largest cucumber, grown in their garden, out of the
crisper and slid the door stealthily shut, followed by the fridge
door. Cautiously, he pulled a paring knife and a long spoon out of the
drawer and crept back toward his room. He grabbed an old towel from the
linen closet along the way. He set it all on his desk and pulled the
waistband of his boxers out over his dick and pulled them off. He was fully
boned already in anticipation of his planned event. He held the cucumber
next to his dick. "Perfect," he thought. He'd done this before.

He grabbed his trash can and cut the end off the cuke. He hollowed out the
cuke with the long spoon until he was sure it was deep enough. He put the
trash can back and walked down the hall to the bathroom. He ran hot water
in the hollowed out cuke to warm it up. He dried it and went back to his
bedroom. His dick was so hard still; it didn't even jiggle as he walked.

Scott arranged his pillows lengthwise down the middle of his bed. He tucked
the towel in between the crease of the two pillows and up under the top
one. Then, Scott slipped the warmed up cuke under the upper pillow inside
the folds of the towel. The towel was to keep things cleaner. Scott was
about to mount his creation, when he thought it just didn't look quite
right. He pulled a couple of rolled up socks from his dresser and stuffed
them under the pillowcase of the upper pillow to form a pair of tits. "Oh
yeah. That's better." He muttered.

He lay on top of his pillows and began kissing the pillow and caressing the
pretend tits he'd created. "Oh, Michelle, you're so hot." He
whispered. "I'm gonna fuck you with my big bad bone. I'm gonna make you
scream like a Banshee." He started grinding his dick into the top of the
lower pillow and rubbing his legs up and down along the edges of it.

"What's a Banshee?" Scott said, in a falsetto. He ran the fingers of one
hand through his thick, wavy brown hair and pretended it was hers.

"I don't know what a Banshee is," he said, "I just know you're about to
start screaming like one when I shove this monster cock up your juicy
cunt." Scott grasped his pounding, swollen dick and guided it into the open
end of the cucumber and slid it in. He dropped his weight onto the pillow
and the pressure transferred to his encased dick. The soft, warm, juicy
insides of the cucumber surrounded his massive, quivering boner. "Ohhhh."
He sighed.  "OHHH YEAH!" He called out, "What's that Michelle? Fuck you
hard? Pound your aching pussy? Okay, you asked for it."

Scott began thrusting in and out of the cucumber at a frenzied pace. He
gasped out loud with each powerful thrust. "Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh" He called
out with each deep, penetrating thrust. The tip of his burgeoning head was
smashing up against the packed end of the cucumber where he had stopped
hollowing it. It was the same sensation he had gotten from screwing
Cheryl. His dick had bumped up against something flat and firm up inside
her. He recalled the feeling of her warm, wet pussy.

Then, out of the blue, he was mentally transported into Tom's hot
rectum. Scott reached down and squeezed the base of his dick the way Tom's
sphincter had tightened on his dick in the tent and began thrusting again
into the cucumber now simulating Tom's hot cave. Scott squeezed the base of
his dick with each withdrawal and then released the pressure with each
thrust, repeating the way Tom had done to him. After a bit, Scott closed
his eyes and willed his thoughts back to his fantasy girl, Michelle.

The powerful waves of ecstasy suddenly overwhelmed him and he squeezed his
knees tightly against the sides of the bottom pillow, wrapped his arms
around the upper pillow and pressed his chest into the makeshift tits.
"Take my hot load, Michelle" he groaned out. The first volley of cum made
its way along the base of his dick up under his balls. He felt the first
load progress up the shaft of his constricting cock to the barrel of his
engorged head and, with great pleasurable relief, be propelled into the
soggy cucumber cunt. The warm cum added a new, powerful sensation to the
experience, enhancing the second shot of cum. Scott expelled the second
large shot with an audible grunt. Wave after wave of spasm moved from his
asshole up the base of his dick, then out of the bulging head. There was
only the minutest second of relaxation before the next powerful eruption.
After what seemed like an endless string of orgasmic events, Scott
collapsed onto the pillows and gasped for breath. The warm cum was oozing
down the cucumber coating his continuing tumescence. He felt some leaking
onto the edge of his ball sac. His large balls were pressed up against his
lower abdomen on either side of his engorged dick. "That's how it was
supposed to feel." Scott thought. "Fuck you, Cheryl. You don't count for my
first one." He whispered.

Scott tossed the soggy cuke in the trash can and wiped up with the dry
edges of the towel. He replaced the pillows to their proper spot and
trotted into the bathroom to clean up his dick.

"Scott, is that you?" Sammy's voice came from the bathroom doorway. The
little guy stood there in his brown boxers, rubbing his eyes. "What was all
the noise in your room?"

Scott jumped. "You startled me, you little shit." He looked at his
"mini-me" standing there, and added, "It was nothing, just go back to bed."

"Can I sleep with you?"

"Hmmmph. I guess. C'mon." Sammy padded after him down the hall. They
climbed into Scott's double bed and Sammy wiggled up against Scott's big
strong backside and draped his arm over his brother. Scott bunched up his
pillow and drifted off before he even felt Sammy's little boner expanding
against his butt.

Scott and Sammy were entangled when their mom came in to wake Scott up to
go to the bank. She smiled with satisfaction as she looked on her two young
sons. They were good boys and made her legitimately proud. She knew she was
a little hard on them sometimes, but her husband was a good buffer when she
got out of control with too many expectations.

She'd had to learn about boys and their ways, coming from a home with a
mostly absent, alcoholic father, a strong willed mother, and two
sisters. She'd learned over time that boys communicate less and choose to
express themselves more physically and less emotionally. She had learned
that boys have emotions like girls, but just keep them buried a little
deeper.

Watching the boys lying there, nearly naked, in their budding adolescence
was strangely arousing. It felt odd and confusing. Spending the weekend
extracting thorns from Sammy's crotch, had been intriguing and
enlightening. She realized, why he didn't want to be babied anymore. He
wasn't one. She'd acted as clinical as possible while performing the thorn
removal operation, but she couldn't deny that inwardly, seeing her young
son's private parts had been fascinating and even stimulating.

As a baby, a toddler, and then a pre-schooler, she'd changed and bathed him
and watched him grow. Nothing sexual had ever stirred in her from seeing or
touching his little boy parts. Seeing his male parts was no different then,
than seeing a toe or a finger. It had been quite a while, though, since she
had seen him completely naked. But, pulling the thorns from his cute round
buttocks and crotch the past few days was undeniably different for her.

The first night she'd walked into the bathroom, after he had soaked in a
hot tub and laid down on an old baby blanket spread on the bathroom floor,
as she had instructed him to do, was startling to her. It was not her cute
little naked baby lying there; it was a handsome young man. His baby fat
was giving way to the definition of muscle. His features were maturing and
looking more like his older brother's. Seeing his damp curly brown hair,
naked back, and smooth globes of his bottom separating his upper body from
his slender legs, caused an unexpected and almost troubling stir in her
loins. He was trembling slightly. He said he wasn't cold, so she knew he
was nervous.

Gently, she knelt beside him and as carefully as possible, extracted the
thorns that were at the surface of his milky white, smooth bottom. He
shuddered slightly as she spread his butt cheeks to retrieve the thorns
within the folds. Reluctantly, he spread his legs as she pulled at them
with her hands in order to access the thorns deeper in his crotch. The
first view of his loose, hairless scrotum that would someday contain the
life giving power to provide grandchildren, caught her further
unprepared. She was having an undeniable and uncontrollable sexual reaction
to the experience.

She'd tried to be careful to avoid contact with the little sac, but
touching it was inevitable in order to accomplish the task at hand. His
small reactions as she would brush against his silky, soft scrotum, told
her he was growing into a sexually aware adolescent. It was noticeably
different from the wincing reaction he gave when she plucked a tender
thorn. She wondered what was going through his head as she had to slide his
small testicles to one side or the other to get at the offending thorns
tucked in the creases. She regretted a bit, not making her husband stay
awake to handle this. She wasn't really certain that would have been any
more comfortable for Sammy, though. At least this didn't have the
complication of male to male touching that most boys seemed so desperately
anxious to avoid. Even hugs seemed to have become uncomfortable between
them lately.

After she removed all the thorns that were reachable from the rear, she
realized it was impossible to get to the upper ones without having him roll
over. She'd been conflicted over whether to have him do it or
not. Ultimately, the motherly instinct overcame her and placing a hand on
his hip, she explained the problem. He was reluctant, of course, but gave
in as she explained the need for it and reminded him that she'd seen him
naked many times before. The final convincing argument for him had been
when she asked if he would rather go into the doctor's office and have the
nurse take care of it; a little unfair, but effective.

Though seeing the lower half of his little scrotum had sexually affected
her, the sight of her naked young man flipping over onto his backside and
exposing his three inch, quivering erection, covered by a fleshy hood of
foreskin, caused her to audibly gasp. She had not anticipated he would be
erect, but was not surprised once she considered the situation he was in.

She told herself, "It's just a medical problem. And, I'm his mom, for
goodness sake." She avoided contact with his small drooping sac as much as
possible, but he would twitch and stir each time she handled it, or even
brushed against it.

From his tossing his right arm over his eyes and placing his left hand over
his erection, she knew he was embarrassed by the situation. Who could
really blame him?  After rubbing an anti-biotic cream on his cuts and
scrapes, she'd left him to dress in privacy. Many thorns were deep and
needed time to come to the surface. She assumed, he'd tried to pull the
easy ones out already. They had repeated the process on Sunday, Monday and
Tuesday mornings. Sammy begged out of doing it Saturday night, preferring
to do it in the morning, which was his usual time to shower.

After tucking him into bed and kissing his forehead that Friday night, she
went to her own bed, rolled into her sleeping husband, and slipped her hand
into the fly of his boxers. She fondled him into an erection, but he didn't
wake. She brought herself to orgasm with her other hand and fell asleep
thinking, "I love my boys."

"This morning should be the last of it." His mom thought, wondering how
glad Sammy would be for that. Honestly, she was sad to see it end. It had
almost become a bonding experience in a strange way. Over time, Sammy had
grown more relaxed about the ordeal and on Tuesday, he had not even gotten
an erection until after he rolled over. He still covered himself, but less
protectively, almost as if he were allowing her to get peeks at him.

Having seen Sammy naked, caused her to wonder how Scott had developed. She
hadn't seen him naked for many years now. Unable to suppress the curiosity
as she stood over their bed, she gently pressed the fabric of Scott's
boxers down along the edge of the outline of his flaccid penis draped along
his leg. It shocked her how far it extended. She realized, as she traced
the cloth around the extended tip, that he was already larger than her
husband. She wondered how large his balls were and mused, "I wonder how I
could get him to fall in a pile of thorns."

For a fleeting moment, she considered peeking into the fly of his boxers,
but gained control of herself. She did, however, gently press her hand to
his large penis, over the cloth of his boxers, before laying her hand on
his arm and shaking him into consciousness.

Scott stirred and upon realizing he was mostly exposed in front of his mom,
he jerked upward and verified he didn't have a boner. Relieved to find
things at ease down there, he pushed Sammy off of him and sat up to
stretch. "What time is it?" He asked.

"Almost nine. I have a lot of errands to run today, so if you want to go to
the bank you need to get up now." His mom told him.

"K." Scott agreed.

"Sammy." Mom said, rubbing his arm. "You have to get up too and go shower
in our bathroom while Scott uses yours. We have to finish up getting the
thorns out. Hopefully, this will be the last day we need to do it."

Sammy rolled over and groaned. Then he turned back over and asked, "Mom,
can Scott help me with the thorns today, now he's home? Please?"

"What are you talking about?" Scott asked.

"On Friday, just before we got home, Mike and Sammy were riding bikes in
the hills and Sammy fell into some thorns and got them lodged in his crotch
area. We've been working on pulling them out every day since." Mom
explained.

"How do you get them out?" Scott asked.

"With tweezers." Sammy explained. "Will you do it for me today? Please? We
can shower together and then you could pull them out."

"Well, honestly, that would help me out. I could run to the market while
you two take care of that, then I'll come back and take you to the bank."
Mom suggested.

Scott wasn't sure about the whole idea, but Sammy clearly wanted him to do
whatever it was and since he needed his mom's help for the day, he decided
to agree. "Yeah, okay, but let's get going."

"Great." Mom exclaimed and headed out the door. "I'll be back in about an
hour; try to be all ready by then."

Sammy bounded out of bed, grabbed a pair of clean boxers from his dresser,
picked up the baby blanket he used to lay on and headed to the bathroom. He
had started the water and just finished peeing when Scott sauntered
in. Scott pulled his dick out of his fly and released his stream. Sammy was
in the shower already when Scott opened the back sliding door and climbed
in with him.

"Move back, squirt and let me get wet." Scott said.

Sammy stepped back and continued to lather up with the body wash. He pulled
his foreskin back and washed underneath, then rubbed up his crack and over
his marbles. Scott watched as he did it, then moved under the water jets
and soaked his long brown hair while facing Sammy. Sammy took in the
impressive sight of Scott's long, thick wiener. He noticed quickly that
Scott's body was not as firm and toned as Mike's, but still thin and
healthy. Sammy knew he wanted the rock hard look that Mike had and was
excited to start his swimming lessons.

Sammy watched Scott perform the same cleaning procedure on his equipment
and compared the exposed head to Mike's. Mikes tip was stubbier and Scott's
was pointier and longer on that part. Sammy was impressed with the long,
dangling balls beneath Scott's wiener and dark pubes, now matted from the
water streaming over them. A stream of water ran over the length of Scott's
dick and off the end of his foreskin when he dropped it back down, making
it look like he was peeing. Sammy giggled.

"What?" Scott asked. He poured shampoo in his hand and started working it
into his hair.

"The water was running off your wiener and looked like you were going pee."
Sammy explained.

Scott looked down and smiled. "Yeah, kinda does look like it." Scott
grabbed his dick and flicked it upward splattering some water onto Sammy,
and said, laughing, "There, I just peed on you."

"Ewww. Gross." Sammy squealed, and then laughed. "Let me rinse off and I'll
get out and wait for you to do the thorns."

They swapped places. Scott noticed again that Sammy had started to fill out
and mature. He noticed that his little ball sac drooped some instead of
being a tight little blob. His dick seemed a little longer and thicker as
well. He wondered what his journey into puberty would be like. He
remembered how fun it was going through that time and sharing it with Mike.

Sammy finished up and got out and dried himself off. He spread the blanket
on the floor and laid himself face down, spread his legs, and waited. Scott
finished up, shut the water off, and squeezed the excess water from his
hair. He opened the door to grab a towel and chuckled. "What are you
doing?"

"Waiting for you to do my thorns."

"Why are you laying on the floor?"

"That's how mom and I do it?" Sammy said, a little puzzled.

"You mean mom's been picking thorns out of your naked ass, I mean butt,
while you lay on the floor like that?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. That sucks." Scott observed.

"I know. It was awful at first. I hated it, but I kinda got used to it. She
saw my boner when I had to roll over for the ones up around my marbles."
Sammy said with a groan.

"Dude, are you serious? That really sucks. Were you embarrassed?"

"Yeah, especially at first. I was wishing you were here to help me
instead."

"I see why you wanted me to. But get up and go on your bed. That'll be
easier." Scott suggested.

"Oh, okay. Cool." Sammy stood and took his blanket to his room. He tossed
it on the floor and then plopped himself face down on his bed and was glad
to have a pillow to use under his head.

Scott came in, wearing just his boxers with the tweezers that mom left on
the bathroom counter. Scott climbed between Sammy's legs and started
inspecting his area. "I see the problem. You must have had a bunch of them
in you if you've been at this for 3 days."

Sammy winced as Scott plucked the first thorn from the crease of his
buttocks. "Sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"Just a little. It always pinches though. It's okay."

Scott extracted all the easy pickings from his brother's bottom and then
rubbed it to feel for any more. Sammy liked the feeling of Scott's big hand
rubbing over his smooth bottom. "I think you need to roll over so I can get
the others up inside." Scott said.

"Yeah, I know. But can you rub my bottom a little more, it feels good."

"What? No. That's weird." Sammy was disappointed. He complied with Scott's
request by flipping over and pulling his legs up like frog legs. This was
the position he and his mom found to be best for getting to all the
thorns. Normally, he had covered his wiener at this point, but since it was
Scott, he just put both hands under his head, weaving his fingers through
his thick, brown locks. He was still limp since Scott hadn't tried to get
any thorns up by his balls yet to stimulate him.

Carefully, Scott began seeking thorns on Sammy's young thighs by softly
rubbing over the skin with his fingers until he would feel one. Then he
would spread the skin tight with the fingers and thumb of his left hand and
pluck at the protruding thorn with the tweezers in his right. Afterward, he
would feel around to be certain he had gotten it, unless it was large
enough to see in the tweezers. It soon became unavoidable for Scott to move
and rub against Sammy's ball sac. With each touch, Sammy's wiener grew a
bit until it was standing at full attention. He made no attempt to cover
it. Scott looked intently at it. It looked just like his at that stage. It
already had a slight curvature to the left like his. He noticed that the
foreskin still fully covered the tip and he grew a bit curious about the
shape of his dickhead.

Scott gently pinched Sammy's ball sac and lifted it up while rubbing softly
around it with his other hand to feel for any more thorns. He could feel
the extension of Sammy's boner up underneath the balls and running toward
his crack. Sammy wriggled a bit as Scott rubbed him. Scott released it and
pronounced, "I think I got all I can."

"K. Thanks." Sammy said. "That was better than having mom do it. But you
forgot to check for any on my wiener."

"What? There aren't any on it." Scott said.

"There might be." Sammy suggested.

"There's not." Scott sounded annoyed.

"Scott? Will you rub it for me anyway, before I get dressed?" Sammy bravely
asked.

"What? Rub your dick?"

"Yeah, you know, do jacking off for me." Sammy said.

"No. What the heck?" Scott was shocked. He never thought of his little
brother as anything but a dumb, na‹ve, little kid. "Where did you learn
about that?"

"From ..." Sammy stopped. He remembered he had promised not to tell Scott
what he and Mike did.

"From where? Did Tommy tell you about it?"

"No, I just heard it around. You know." Sammy lied.

"So you've already started jacking off?" Scott asked. "How long you been
doing it?"

"I just started while you were gone." Sammy explained. "It feels really
good. How come you didn't tell me about it?"

"Because you're still a little kid. You don't even got any hair yet. AND,
you're my brother. It's just weird talking about it." Scott answered.

"Why is it weird?" Sammy was confused.

"It just is. It's not something you do with a brother, that's all." Scott
answered.

"But it's okay to do it with your friends?" Sammy asked.

"Well, I guess, if they're into it. But wait until you're older. Geez,
don't get all sexed up this young. It just creates problems. Just stay a
kid a while." Scott said.

"How old were you when you did it at first?" Sammy asked.

"Well, I was your age, I guess." Scott admitted.

"How did you learn about it?"

"From our cousin, Caleb, in Wyoming."

"Really?" Sammy was shocked. He never thought Caleb would do something like
that.

"Yeah, the summer we went up to visit. He did it to me when we were
sleeping in the loft of the barn. You were too afraid to sleep out there
with us, remember?"

"How did he do it to you?" Sammy asked, and before getting an answer, asked
also, "Did you do it with anyone else, ever?"  Knowing already, of course,
Scott had showed Mike how to do it.

"Look, just drop it, okay. Get dressed before mom shows up." Scott climbed
off the bed and disappeared out the doorway. Sammy clearly saw his boner
pushing out the front of his boxers as he climbed off the bed.

Sammy grasped his aching wiener and started stroking it. He focused on the
sensation as the ridge of the tip part slid up and down through his fingers
and thumb. He was disappointed. He had really been hopeful that having
Scott help with the thorns would lead to playing with their wieners
together like he'd done with Mike. It hadn't turned out like that at
all. He wanted to see Scott's boner in the open. He wondered how it looked
compared to Mike. He wondered if he would be just like him someday.

Scott went in his room and shut the door. That was a strange experience for
him. The idea that Sammy was that grown up didn't sit well. He just wanted
him to stay his little innocent brother that looked up to him. It was too
soon. It had been too soon for him and now Sammy had lost that innocence
forever as well. Life is complicated when you grow up. He felt guilty that
he'd actually felt some desire to touch Sammy's dick and stroke him off. He
was embarrassed as he felt his dick bone up and had to get away from the
situation.

He thought about Sammy and figured he was in his room jacking off right
then. Scott pulled his dick out of his fly, sat on the bed and jacked it
furiously, imagining it was Sammy doing it to him, until his hot cum spewed
out all over his chest. He lay back on the bed, holding his dick in his
hand, until the sound of the car in the driveway startled him. Frantically,
he cleaned up with tissues by his bedside and pulled on some clothes.

Sammy had already reached his own orgasm, dressed in his boxers, and was in
the family room starting up the Playstation, when his mom came in.

"Hi sweetie, his mom called. Did Scott help you with your thorns?"

"Yeah."

"Did he get them all out?" Mom asked.

"I guess."

"Pause that thing and come into my room and let me see." Mom said.

"Aww, mom. Do I have to? I just started it."

"Yes, just let me quickly see."

"Hmmmph." Sammy grumbled as he paused his game. He tromped into his mom's
room. He spied the drawer where he'd found the rocket ship and the movies
and smiled.

His mom knelt in front of him and pulled his boxers down. She rubbed her
soft, slender fingers along his thighs. She pulled his balls side to side
and lifted them, feeling along the crease and over his sac. She turned him
around felt over his smooth, round bottom and up inside his crack. She was
surprised that he managed to remain flaccid throughout the
examination. "Okay, feels pretty good. Any others can just work their way
out on their own." She announced.

"Good." Sammy reached down and pulled his boxers up and ran out to resume
his game.

"Scott," mom called out from the kitchen, "You ready? Lets go."

Scott grabbed his paycheck and his "No Fear" hat he'd gotten from
Nick. "Ready."

In the car, his mom thanked him for helping out with Sammy and complimented
the good job he had done getting the thorns out.

"Thanks, but how do you know I did a good job?" Scott asked.

"Oh, I checked him over before you came out."

"Geez, mom, why'd you do that?" Scott asked, perplexed.

"Why shouldn't I? I'm his mother."

"Don't you get it. He didn't want to have to be embarrassed from you seeing
him and touching him down there anymore. That's why he wanted me to do it
today."

"Oh, I guess you're right. I didn't really consider it." She said, looking
troubled.

"Oh well, it's done, so that's good. He's growing up, you know." Scott
added.

"Yes, I know. I hate to see my baby grow up." Mom said, looking forward and
avoiding eye contact. She felt a bit embarrassed at being lectured by Scott
about what she'd done to Sammy. She knew inwardly, it wasn't just for
Sammy's sake she'd inspected him. She had felt a bit cheated from her last
opportunity to view and touch her young man's body.

Awkward silence ensued until Scott asked, "Has dad had the sex talk with
Sammy yet? Do you know?"

"I don't think so. Why do you ask?"

"Well, just something he said. I think maybe it's time." Scott suggested.

"Really? What did he say?" Mom asked.

"MOM. Geez. It's between us guys. It's nothing bad; just, I think dad
should have the talk, okay?"

His mom turned and smiled, amused. "Boys! I'll never understand them." She
said with a shake of her head as they pulled into the bank.

Scott's eyes grew wider and wider as the teller counted out twenty $100
bills. The balance, he got in twenties and ones. Walking back out to the
car, Scott had the bills in his right hand and picked at his crotch with
the left.

"Scott, stop it. Why are you grabbing at yourself?" His mom asked.

"My pubes are all tangled in my, umm ... my skin part and its pulling on
'em when I walk, and it hurts!" Scott explained, as he stepped peg-leg
fashion toward the car. His mom conjured up the image of his curly brown
pubic hairs, entangled in his foreskin. From what she'd seen under his
boxers this morning, she thought "He must have some extremely long pubic
hair." She pondered if there was some ruse to get him naked and see just
exactly what she and her husband had created. She couldn't come up with
anything, so she resigned herself to imagining.

"Like I said, I'll never understand boys. At least wait until you're in the
car, it looks disgusting."

After Scott got in, he arched his back and reached down under his shorts
and boxers and maneuvered the tangled hairs free of his foreskin. He
adjusted the long tube into a more comfortable slot and pulled his hand
free. Instinctively, he raised it and started to sniff. Luckily, he
realized in time he was with his mom and feinted rubbing an itchy
nose. Still, he caught a slight whiff of his dick's smegma.

"You must be pretty small down there for that to happen." His mom said
without looking at him.

"Uhhh, What? You didn't just say that. And, by the way, that's definitely
not the problem, trust me." Scott said, blushing and turning his attention
to counting his money.

"Oh, really?" His mom said, "Then how does something like that happen?" She
chuckled with delight at making him squirm.

"We are NOT having this conversation." Scott said, without looking up. He
held a flat palm toward his mother. Then he switched up the subject with,
"I've never seen a $100 bill before, let alone twenty of them. I think
Benjamin Franklin is my favorite president."

Scott's mom snapped her head toward him and was about to scold him when
Scott burst out laughing. "Gotcha. I know he was never a president, just
one of the founding fathers. I was just messing with you since you've been
messing with me." His mom joined in the chuckle and they smiled warmly at
each other.

When they arrived at Nick's house, Scott was so excited he could barely
stand it. The Yamaha was outside leaning against the garage door. Scott
could see the sun gleaming off the rims. It was about to become all his. He
almost jumped out of the car before his mom could get the car stopped. She
was amused, but also genuinely happy over her son's excitement. Nick came
out to meet him when he saw him pull up. They exchanged greetings and
walked over to the bike. Nick's father came out to join them and they went
over the bike. They showed Scott how to get to the air filter out to clean
it and where the drain plug was for the oil. They told him how to mix the
special oil with the gas at a 32:1 ratio for the best performance. Scott
tried to pay attention, but he kept thinking about riding instead of
maintenance.

"We'll have to come over later today or tomorrow when Scott's dad gets home
with the truck to pick it up." Scott's mom told Nick's father.

"Oh, goodness no." Nick's dad said, "We can load it in our truck and bring
it down to your house for you. That's not a problem."

"Great!!" Scott said, before his mom could object. She didn't ever want to
put anybody out. "Can I stay here and help?"

"Actually, I think it would be good, if it's alright with you, ma'am, if we
took it in the back 40 and showed him how to start it and let him test
drive it a bit. Then we can bring him and the bike home later." Nick's
father suggested to Scott's delight.

"OH, YES! That's a really good idea. Don't you think so, mom?" Scott asked.

"Well, he doesn't have a helmet yet and I do not want him riding without
one."

"Oh, heavens no. I'd never let a kid get on one of these without a brain
bucket on." Nick's dad agreed, to Scott's disappointment. But then he
continued, "But we got a whole collection of them he can wear. In fact, if
he wants one of the older ones, we can throw that into the deal. Come to
think of it, Nick's brother has a whole bunch of older gear he's grown out
of that might fit, if you're interested. For another, oh, say $20 we could
suit you up good."

"Wow! Seriously? That's awesome." Scott cried. "Mom, please? Can I?"

"Sure. Just be home by six when your dad gets home. And Mike's coming over
tonight, too, remember."  Scott threw his arms around her and gave her a
huge squeeze right in front of his friend Nick and everything. Scott's mom
and Nick's dad went inside to handle the paperwork and Scott counted out
the money on the hood of the truck.

"There. Two thousand for the bike and twenty for the gear." Scott exclaimed
proudly as he slapped the last Franklin onto the hood of the truck then
pulled a twenty from his pocket.

"Yur short." Nick said smiling.

"No I'm not. You said $2g for the bike and your dad said $20 for the gear."
Scott argued.

"Ya fergot the 69 in interest, dumbass." Nick said.

"What? That's not fair; you never said anything about interest. What
interest is there?" Scott was getting mad.

"Well now, there's my interest in getting one o' yur killer fuckin'
blowjobs while I 69 with ya, before I let you take my bike away." Nick
said, laughing out loud at his cleverness. He continued, "Dude, you
shoulda' seen yur effin face."

"Not funny." Scott said. "You are such a complete dickhead."

Nick gathered the money and Scott followed him into the house. Nick took
the money to his room and Scott's mom hugged him briefly on her way out. "I
better get going or Sammy will be late for swim. Hopefully, he hasn't burnt
the house down while he's been alone." She said. "Thanks, Mr.  Thomas."
Nick's dad gave mom a little "Your right welcome, pretty lady" nod and
smile.

"Dude, come up here." Nick called from up the stairs. Scott waved bye to
his mom and sprinted up the stairs. Nick wasn't in his room.

"Nick, where are you?" Scott called.

"I'm in Michael's room down here."  Scott found nick in his older brother's
room next to two large, bright blue and white duffle bags. They had
"Yamaha" printed boldly across them. Nick opened the closest one and
started pulling out gloves, knee pads, a chest protector, jerseys and
matching nylon riding pants. It was all used, but not abused. It was all in
pretty good condition.

"See if any o' that shit fits ya. This one's my bag. We'll get dressed in
here then I'll go show ya how to ride a man's bike." Scott picked out some
gear and started pulling off his clothes. He was down to his boxers and
about to pull on his colorful nylon pants, when Nick said, "Hold on. Ya
gotta pay up first."

Scott turned to find Nick sitting, stark naked, on his brother's bed with a
little hard on sprouting from a tangled mass of blond pubes. "Here? Now?
What if?"

"Ain't no one comin' in. I heard dad leave for his plummin' job and
everybody else is off workin' too. He said he won't be long and no ridin'
'til he gits back, so git yur effin ass over here and start suckin' my
dick."

Scott dropped the riding pants and moved over to the bed. "I got your
freakin' interest," Scott said, pulling off his boxers, grabbing his
expanding dick and shaking it, "Right here. You're interested in getting
this bad boy shoved in your damn big mouth. That's what you're interest
is."

"Bring it, fucker. I can handle that sonofabitch."

"If your pecker was as big as your freakin' mouth, you'd have girls lined
up down the street wanting to do you."  Scott said, as he straddled Nick
and sucked his little boner into his mouth. Nick gulped in Scott's giant
sausage and started working it. Nick sucked at sucking, but even a bad
blowjob was better than no blowjob.

Scott used some of the techniques shown to him by Tom. He squeezed his lips
tightly around Nick's shaft using the strong muscles of his trumpet
embouchure. As he moved up and down Nick's shaft, he maintained the intense
pressure of a middle C. At the top of his stroke, Scott let his tongue
swirl around Nick's dickhead twice before plunging back down to the base of
his dick, burying his nose into the soft hairy balls, then slowly sliding
back up the shaft to repeat the procedure.

"Holy fuck, dude. Where the hell'd ya learn to do that?" Nick gasped.

Scott fondled Nick's hairy balls while he sucked his little three inch
rod. Then, he rubbed his fingers through the thick, curly blond hair on the
back of Nick's legs. Nick had them propped up with his knees bent. Every so
often, Nick would tense up and bend his stubby toes straight up. The hair
on his inner thighs tickled Scott's cheeks as he worked up and down Nick's
boner.

Scott never sucked on Nick's little balls because he didn't like all the
hair on them. Nick, however, had pushed Scott's hips up and spit his dick
out in order to pull him back down and nibble on Scott's big balls. Scott
loved that and started moaning.

It was like sucking a hairy twelve year old for Scott. It was weird to him,
how someone as big boned as Nick could be so freakin' hairy and yet so
small in the penis department. It didn't really matter, though. Like Nick
always said, "Size o' the gun don't matter, long as the fuckin' trigger
works."

Nick grabbed Scott's dick and guided it back into his mouth and started
sucking wildly on it. Then he pushed it back out and cried out, "Oh
fuuuuck!" He began bucking his hips wildly, his toes curled up and he
squeezed Scott's ass cheeks with both hands as he unloaded his small
caliber weapon into Scott's mouth. Scott savored his buddy's cum shots,
sucking him dry without breaking the intense pressure on his dick. Nick
gave two last bucks, then collapsed, dropping his knees down and his arms
to his sides. "Fuckin' A" He breathed out. "You fuckin' earned every bit of
that effin bike with that performance."

Scott sat up, whirled around, sat on Nick's chest and started jacking his
throbbing boner furiously. He was horny as hell from sucking Nick off, plus
the whole thing with Sammy's thorns, not to mention his mom talking sex
crap in the car. In no time, he blasted a huge wad of cum from his 12 gauge
shotgun onto Nick's face and neck. Three more rounds exploded from his
massive gun before he relaxed himself and started rubbing his dick on the
Nick's cum covered cheeks and lips. Nick licked and slurped the oozing cum
off Scott's dick until he went limp.

"Let's go riding and have some real fun." Scott said.

"Dude, If you ride an effin dirt bike like y'all just rode my dick, yur
gonna be winnin' supercrosses in no time. I better get yur fuckin'
autograph now." They laughed and wrestled naked a bit before cleaning up
and getting dressed.

Scott admired himself in the mirror after he got all dressed out in the
gear. Nick's brother even had an old pair of boots that fit. He was covered
in armor from head to toe all ready to do battle. Nick's dad got home soon
after they got dressed and had the bike pushed back into the back
pasture. Nick's family didn't live on a farm, but they had a few acres with
horses and chickens and stuff. Scott's family had chickens and rabbits and
a couple dogs but only a couple acres. Scott was glad they didn't have more
ground since that would just be more chores to do.

Nick and his dad were very impressed with the way Scott rode. It came right
back to him. He was leaning into the berms in the corners and getting some
air off the little jump in no time. He looked more like a practiced rider
instead of a beginner. Much too quickly, the time to load it up and take it
home came. Scott left his riding gear on to show his family and just rolled
his clothes all up and took with him.

"Wow! Can I ride it?" Sammy asked as they all piled out of the truck at
Scott's house. Scott's dad was beaming for his son. He listened carefully
to all of Nick's dad's instructions on proper maintenance. Dads were way
more into that part of it than boys. Sammy climbed up on the seat and made
'vroom, vroom" sounds while he twisted the throttle.

Mike greeted Scott and Nick, but didn't say much. He just hung back.

Your son is an excellent rider already. He really has a knack for it."
Nick's dad said to Scott's dad. Scott smiled, proud, but a bit embarrassed
at the praise.

"Bet I'd be good at it too, cuz "I'm just like Scott." Sammy chimed in.

Scott tousled Sammy's hair and said, "Definitely, squirt."

h.schreiber@hushmail.com

This is the end of Chapter 10, but not the end of the story. There is just
too much wrap-up to fit in one final chapter. The remainder of the ending
is coming soon. If you like it, please let me know. I'm always open to
reader's suggestions. I can't always incorporate them, but I have used
several in the course of the story.

I've had some readers ask me not to end it, but to keep the story going. I
have been working on a couple other stories, however, and worry that these
characters are getting a little stale. I invite your comments on whether
you would like the story to wrap-up and move on to other tales, or if I
should just leave it dormant for a while and come back to it later.

Thanks for reading.

Hans Schreiber