Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2023 17:34:47 -0400 From: Billy Shakes Subject: That One TIme At Scotty's Part One Hi. My name is Richard Lee Collins, Rick for short. As a kid I was Ricky, and for a short time in the mid 1980's I was known as Ricky Cheex, minor league gay porn star. You probably don't remember me...it was pretty low budget stuff. If you were a man or a teenage boy in my hometown of Randall in the late 1970's and early 1980's you might remember me well. Chances are very good that I gave you a very memorable orgasm.... or two...or ten. It was my addiction, my life's goal, (so I thought at the time), to service the need for sexual pleasure of almost every red-blooded American male in the small town, gay, straight or somewhere in between, from the kid in the grocery store whose pubes had just started to sprout to the horniest old fuck whose balls scraped the locker-room floor at the YMCA. I was easily the most prolific cock-slut in the tri-state area--- I have a million stories of my misspent youth in that fucked-up town. Don't get me wrong, I loved to cum just as much as the next guy...but what really satisfied me...what MOVED me, was the absolute thrill of giving sexual pleasure to another guy. To watch his face, to hear the sounds he made, to see his body shiver and shake as the feeling overwhelmed him....to be in control of his pleasure and make him beg me not to stop...this is what I have always lived for. Once word got around what I could do...how much better I was than the wife, the girlfriend, or the other boys...well let's just say I never wanted for much in those days. This tale is about how this all started...about one memorable night when I was thirteen. The night I realized my talent, and my calling. The night I first learned how it felt to make other boys feel good. This is the story of that sleepover at Scotty's house. ********* Part One It was an early summer Friday afternoon in 1978, as I eased my bike out of my driveway and turned towards Scotty's house, jumping the curb as I did so. I wore blue and white striped shorts and a Spider-Man T-shirt, a ball cap, no socks, and a pair of Nike's that I had just broken in. Over my shoulder was a satchel with snacks, a couple of new comic books, a clean pillow (my mother's insistence), and a small radio with a cassette player and tapes. I had begged my parents for weeks to let me sleep at Scotty's; they had forbidden me to go over there ever since Scotty's brother had accidentally set the garage on fire. I finally won their permission by agreeing, in turn, not to quit the swim team which I pretended to hate to get out of going to practice. I was looking forward to a night alone with Scotty. We had been best friends all our lives, since our families had relocated to Randall when our fathers' companies built a new headquarters there. We had shared dozens of sleepovers, been on campouts, shared a love of comic books, Star Wars, and generally just messing around being stupid boys. Scotty stayed with us for a month or so during his parents' messy divorce, when things got rough. He was always stronger than me and did a good job fending off bullies who would otherwise have made my life hell. I loved him like a brother. Now that we had both turned thirteen, we were also going through our early sexual awakening together. Since Scotty had an older brother, he was hearing and learning things much faster than I was, and he was my source of truth about all things that had to do with penises and pussies, and what each one could do. Our discussions (and activities) had increasingly turned to bodily functions that neither one of us had yet to understand fully. I was looking forward to this sleepover, as I had many things to talk to Scotty about. Scotty seemed mostly interested in pussies, whereas I was totally obsessed with learning about, looking at, and discussing penises. Neither of us had yet to comprehend the significance of this difference that was emerging between us. The evening was warm and breezy, and my hair blew in my eyes as I rounded the corner on Scotty's block. My black hair was long-ish and straight, parted down the middle and feathered back just like every fucking kid during that era. I was tall for my age, pale, and pencil thin, with feet too big and arms too small to impress anyone. I thought I was ok-looking...a girl told me once I had pretty eyes... though I thought my ears stuck out too much. Physically I was in full blown early puberty, with a few scraggly hairs under my armpits and a few more down below the belt, and a voice that sounded something like a frog being electrocuted. I also had a penis which was becoming a major focal point of my time and energy. Despite all this, I still felt like a goofy kid as I turned into Scotty's driveway and vaulted off my bike. By the end of this warm summer night, I wouldn't feel like a kid anymore. I crossed the lawn onto the front porch of Scotty's house, a well-lived-in, two-story suburban gem of the 1970's...like the Brady Bunch's house ---if the Bradys all smoked weed. Since Scotty's father left, the place had kind of started to fall apart. There were broken rocking chairs, and shoes, and boxes all over the front porch, as if someone was always moving in (or out). As I reached for the doorbell, I looked down and noticed a familiar skateboard and pair of sneakers that someone had obviously kicked off before going inside. The board was covered in Led Zeppelin stickers and the Converse hi-tops had skulls drawn on them with magic marker. My heartbeat increased. This meant that Kevin Williams was inside. For a second, I thought about getting back on my bike and going home, calling Scotty and telling him I was sick or something. Before I could turn away though, the front door swung open, and Scotty's sister Debbie came outside. I hadn't noticed earlier, but now realized that there was a car waiting at the curb. "Oh, hey Ricky. ", she said. You know you can just go in. Scotty and Kevin are upstairs." She leaned back in the door and yelled, "SCOTTY! RICKY'S HEEEERE". So much for sneaking home. Debbie carried a small overnight bag and a purse. She headed for the car parked in the street, got in, and was soon gone. She hadn't paid much attention to me, and I didn't to her. I mostly didn't talk to girls at all. "Rick--eeee", I heard my best friend's voice up over my head. Scotty had stuck his blond head out of the window above the small porch. I stepped back to peer up at him, shading my eyes. "C'mon up...got a new game...its sooo fucking cool!" "Yeah man, comin' up". I might as well go and see what he was so excited about. Shit. Kevin was here. I pulled open the creaky screen door and entered Scotty's house. I had to step around more piles of stuff that were on the floor in the hallway. The house smelled kind of funky...certainly not like the bleached and ammoniaed odor in my house--all thanks to my mother's obsession with cleanliness. I headed up the carpeted stairs, carefully avoiding the books, laundry, and toiletries that were stacked there, waiting for someone to take them up. I could hear the beeping and buzzing of an electronic video game, at that time still in technological infancy, and two boy's voices, one high-pitched, as yet unchanged, and one much deeper, laughing and carrying on. My mood had changed from excitement to one of cautious dread. I turned right at the top of the stairs, and right again into Scotty's room. It was a room where for as long as I could remember I had had good experiences, silly, stupid fun with the brother I didn't otherwise have. Little did I know what experiences were in store for me in this room tonight. Scotty stood behind a chair that was turned backwards , on which straddled another boy who was at the command of a video console plugged into a small color TV on Scotty's desk. Scotty turned and came over to me, extending his hand, palm up, which I slapped, in the traditional greeting of male friends of the 1970's. "Kevin's parents are out of town.... they asked if he could stay with us for the weekend," Scotty said. "Oh. That's cool. Hey Kevin." I said, trying to sound as casual as I could, though I could feel my face already getting hot. "Yo," Kevin mumbled, without looking up from the screen. Kevin was dressed in a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a sleeveless muscle shirt, which was currently pulled up in front and clenched between his teeth as he concentrated on the game. He was in high-school--nearly two years older than Scotty and me, having moved in summer before last. The three of us were all on the neighborhood swim team (me reluctantly, as I wasn't anywhere near as fast as the other boys and would rather stay inside and read). The reason I kept at it had more to do with the fact that it meant I got to see close up a lot of other boys in their wet Speedos. I was intensely jealous of any of the time that Scotty spent with Kevin, sometimes without inviting me. He was kind of a shithead...always picking on younger kids in the neighborhood, and on several occasions he made fun of me..the way I swam, or laughed...always finding some slightly cruel remark to prove his superiority, as so many insecure adolescent boys do. I remember one particular day when he made fun of my comic-book obsession, which Scotty and I had shared for years. Seemed like Scotty laughed at every disparaging comment he made; I went home that day and cried like I hadn't since I was a small boy. Kevin was a loud, obnoxious dick. I was also intensely and uncontrollably attracted to him, and fantasized regularly about being naked with him while I rubbed my penis through my own damp Speedos after swim practice. He had long, dirty blond, slightly curly hair, skin that tanned to a deep bronze in summer, large and tantalizingly pink lips, a few freckles, and green eyes that made me dizzy when they looked at me, as rarely as that was. He was smooth and lean with broad shoulders, a flat stomach, and long powerful legs, and his butt...his butt was a perfect round melon that I stared at constantly. One afternoon when a bunch of us were messing around in the woods near our neighborhood, Kevin went for a piss. When he was coming back, one of the other boys said something like "did you have fun jerking off?". Kevin flipped us a bird with both hands and then turned around, dropped his shorts, and mooned us. Everyone else laughed. I almost passed out. I got instantly hard seeing his beautiful white ass (it had hair on it!) and had to pull my t-shirt down to hide my excitement. Later that night I jerked off twice thinking about what I had seen. While I had yet to see his naked dick, it was quite evident in his swimsuit at the pool...obviously more mature...thicker and longer than either Scotty's or mine, and his balls bulged in a perfectly delightful package; that made me even more helpless and awkward whenever I was with him. So the prospect of spending the night in the same room as Kevin Williams had my brain spinning with the possibilities and my body reacting in some uncontrollably embarrassing ways. "What's the game?", I asked, moving to stand behind Kevin. I looked down at the top of his head. His hair sure was shiny. "Space War", Kevin answered, through his shirt. Scotty had gotten an Atari for Christmas, and we were all in the process of becoming the first generation of boys to grow up with our mouths hanging open, our fingers twitching, and our eyes glued to a video screen. "It's way fucking cool", said Scotty. I looked over at my friend. Scotty had white-blond hair, which his mother had buzzed for the summer swim season. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of nylon gym shorts, and was chugging a Mountain Dew. Scotty was shorter than me, thicker and stronger, with a hint of baby fat still around his middle. He paused, scrunched up his face, and let out a loud, extended, belch. Scotty was the master at burping. He could recite the Pledge of Allegiance in one protracted, gaseous stream of words. Because I couldn't help myself, I glanced down at Scotty's crotch, where a small but pronounced lump was visible behind the nylon. If we had been alone, I would have grabbed it and he would have punched me and we would have laughed about it. But...Kevin. The comics I had brought to show Scotty stayed in my bag. I pulled out my pillow and tossed it on the bed. "You OK to sleep on the floor? " Scotty asked, pointing down at a sleeping bag that had been rolled out between the two twin beds which we usually occupied in Scotty's room. Wow. I was bumped from my usual bed by Kevin. Not cool. I was hurt but tried hard not to show it. "Yeah, whatever", I said, tossing my pack and my cap onto the bottom of the sleeping bag. Kevin spit out his shirt. "Oh, yeahhhhhhhhhh", he hollered at the game screen. "Take that, motherfuckers!" I was now staring down at his shoulders, hard and muscular for his age. They were peeling slightly from a recent sunburn. I fought the urge to reach out and pull off some of the flaking skin. I could feel a slight stiffening down below in my shorts, as I stood there lusting after the neighborhood bully. "Yeahhh. Ha haaaa!", Kevin yelled. He jumped up and back suddenly, crashing into me and knocking me backward onto the bed. "Sorry dude", he said, without breaking his gaze on the game and straddling the chair again. I've never been more excited to have been knocked over by someone. Just to touch him was an electric thrill. That's how far gone I was over him. The spread of his legs on the chair meant that his cheeks were...we'll it was just too good to describe. The first couple of hours at Scotty's were pretty uneventful...typical middle school boy shit...video games, pizza, Dr. Pepper, Dorito's, a fair amount of belchlng and farting and laughing about it.... I was quiet, letting Kevin and Scotty do most of the talking, wary of Kevin , but also sneaking a glance as often as I could at his body. He had big, tanned feet, and solid knees (mine were like bed knobs) with a lot of fine blond hair on his legs (mine were as smooth as a plucked chicken), and his Adams' apple bobbed every time he laughed (I wasn't sure if even had one). The discussion was mostly about things of interest to adolescent boys, namely nothing of any meaning or consequence. Halfway through a cerebral discussion about what Chewbacca probably smelled like, Kevin suddenly stood up. "Me gots...to take...a pisssssss", he announced. He went into the adjoining bathroom, and, without bothering to close the door, let loose a generous stream which sounded like the fountain at the local library. It was all I could do to not run in there and have a look. "Damn, Kevin, you sound like a horse pissing in there", Scotty laughed. A horse or a fountain, I thought. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh". Kevin made a dramatic production of everything. He finished, flushed, and reentered, waiting until he had gotten halfway into the room to finish zipping up his shorts. Then, inevitably, just as it did in every teenage boy sleepover in the history of the universe, the discussion turned to matters of sex. Kevin started the ball rolling. "Hey, have you boys gotten a good look at what's happening with Amy Morrison's tits?" Amy Morrison was on the swim team, and had indeed grown tremendously in the chest area since last summer. "Oh, fuck yeah," said Scotty. "I just want to bury my face in those babies", he shook his head, making a razzing sound with his tongue. "Her nipples get all hard when it's cold!" I didn't comment, as although I had noticed Amy's new dimensions (hard not to, every time she got out of the pool they bounced like grapefruits) , most of my attention was taken up by the changes down below in the boys on the team. Swim team was a boy-bulge extravaganza. "You're just the right height for that", Kevin said. He was right, Scotty was about as tall as Amy Morrison's tits. "Bite me", laughed Scotty. "Suck on this", said Kevin, grabbing his crotch through his shorts. And the fun began. Scotty threw a pillow at Kevin. "You'd love that," he laughed as he launched it back. Scotty ducked and it knocked over the lamp on his nightstand. "Ooh yeah, I want your wet mouth on my dick little pussy boy. Lick my big balls, baby." Kevin had gotten up and was thrusting his pelvis at Scotty and rubbing himself through his shorts . Scotty got on his knees on the bed and was flicking his tongue and laughing. All this dirty boy-talk had me in a state, and I could feel my erection coming on quickly. A little too, late, I pulled my t shirt down a little lower over my shorts. Kevin saw this, and, to my dismay, turned his attention to me. "Whoaaaaa. Looks like I'm giving Collins a boner!!!" "Fuck you", I said...a little meekly. "Fuck me?? FUCK ME?????? Whoa we were only talking about sucking dick. Hey Scotty, Collins wants to fuck me!" "No...I don't!", I protested, in complete opposition to what I was thinking. But Kevin kept on. "You want to slide your stiff wiener in my butt, don't you Collins? Just like all the horny gay boys want to. You want to hump this big, beautiful ass?" And just like in the woods, Kevin turned around and yanked down his cutoffs, and there it was. This time it was inches from me, wide and round and white, with fine blond hair on the cheeks becoming thicker nearer the crack. It was certainly big and beautiful. The tan lines from his Speedo made a bronze triangle around the perfect white curves of his butt. Kevin smacked his ass cheeks as he bent over and wriggled them at me. I was getting light-headed and of course my dick was now pounding like a jackhammer against my shorts. I made note of two things then: one, that Kevin was quite the exhibitionist, although I didn't know what that word was at the time; and two, he seemed to know and talk an awful lot about the things that gay boys did to or with each other, which was very interesting. Kevin wasn't finished yet. "Come on Collins.... I KNOW what you want. I've SEEN the way you stare at my ass. You want to lick my hole, don't you?". I was mortified that Kevin suspected how much I lusted after his butt. Lick his..what? People did that? Then Kevin spread both cheeks and, for the first time, I got to see what a boy's butthole looked like up close. It was pink, and hairy, and dark, and I had an overwhelming, painful urge to do EXACTLY what he had said...to get down on my knees and put my tongue in there. I don't know where that feeling came from-- I had never even thought of such a thing, but I had to fight hard to resist the urge to bury my face in his crack. I was in a trance, a lust-fueled, helpless lost boy with a raging hard-on with my wildest fantasy staring me in the face. Scotty broke my trance. "Cut it out Kevin. You're embarrassing him. Plus...looks like Ricky's not the only one with a boner...". I looked up...while I had been mesmerized by Kevin's incredible asshole, Scotty had had a view from the other side. "Yours is sticking up like a fucking flagpole, man". "Yeah, well I'm just getting it ready for you girls to take turns swallowing my jizz," said Kevin, as he straightened up, and turned. As if the evening couldn't get any better, I now got my first good look at the penis that I had dreamed of seeing for months. I almost cried out, it was so beautiful to me. It was definitely fully erect, and stood almost perfectly vertical against his lean body, nestled in a small but thick bush of curly brown hair. It was really quite long and slender, with a flared mushroom head and fine veins that covered the shaft. The head was pink and shiny and his balls.... his balls hung down like small plums, one lower than the other. I couldn't breathe, and once again, found myself helplessly entranced. My reaction was not lost on Kevin, who nodded and smirked at me. "Nice, isn't it?", he said. I was wide-eyed and speechless. Kevin was enjoying being looked at, that was certain. "So---who wants to have a helicopter fight", said Kevin, as he started to slowly stroke his hard penis. I was afraid if I kept staring at his dick and what he was doing with it that I would shoot off in my shorts. I looked over to see what Scotty thought of Kevin's little show. To my great surprise, Scotty had taken off his shorts and underwear, and was now totally naked, playing with his chubby little boner. Had he and Kevin done this before? Jealousy washed over me, mixing with my confused lust. Scotty, like me, had just recently started to grow where it mattered most to teenage boys. His pecker was still pretty short but had begun to get really thick and his balls had started to drop a little. He was still completely hairless and white all over---he never seemed to tan in the summertime. We had seen and felt each other's dicks since we were small boys in the bathtub together, and last winter during a different sleepover at my house we had stroked each other for a few seconds to see what it felt like (it had felt GOOD). He had told me that he was starting to "shoot real sperm" as he put it. I had told him I was too, and I had actually hoped that we could maybe show each other at this sleepover. This was the first time though that I'd seen him naked with another boy in the room. Not just any other boy, but Kevin Fucking Williams. "What's a helicopter fight?" I asked. "Oh come on man, you know.... helicopter! ", laughed Kevin. He started to swing his hips in a way that his long cock flew around in a circle, like a helicopter's blade. I was amazed, enthralled. Helicopter! "Ha ha, yeah man", said Scotty, and joined in. His much smaller cock twirled as he gyrated his chubby butt, sticking out both middle fingers in the anti-boy-scout salute. Kevin moved over to Scotty, so that their dicks smacked each other from time to time as they swung their asses around. It looked extremely silly, and also extremely hot. I very much WANTED to join in, but I felt very self-conscious, never having done anything like this before, and was terrified of making a fool of myself. My cock was ready for it, pulsing and straining against my underpants, but I was afraid of Kevin's merciless judgment if I did something wrong, or if, God forbid, he laughed at it. "Come on Collins, what are you waiting for, a dick up your ass"? said Kevin. Again, with the homo talk. "Take your fucking pants off, man!". Then, he was up on the bed, holding up his shirt and jumping like a gymnast, his long cock "thwapping" against his stomach as he did so. "Leave him alone Kevin. He's a little shy...he doesn't fool around as much", said Scotty, who jumped up on the other bed. That motivated me. The fact that Scotty and Kevin shared some kind of kinship, a club of those who "fooled around", jolted me to action. I didn't want to be known as the good boy, the one who was afraid to "fool around". In my mind I knew I was more lustful, more perverted, and more eager to try things than any of them. I didn't know it then, but one day I'd be the one that EVERYONE wanted to fool around with, because of the way I could make them feel. I was afraid to show my dick to Kevin, but more afraid of what I'd feel like if I chickened out. "I fool around...", I said quietly. I turned away from the other two boys and slowly eased my shorts and underwear down and kicked them free. I took off my T-shirt, tossed it on the floor, and stood completely naked and exposed in Scotty's bedroom. I looked down at the slender, pink penis that protruded straight out from where my few precious pubes lay against the skin down below my belly button. Unlike Kevin's, my boner was a horizontal one, actually curving slightly downward. I also had a Speedo-tan, which gave me at least one thing in common with Kevin. "I see Collins' butt! I see Collins butt!", taunted Kevin, still jumping on the bed. "Any hair on your butt, Collins?". "Come on Collins...turn around and show us that BONNEEERRRRRR!" Sheepishly, I turned. Both Scotty and Kevin were still jumping on the bed, dicks flying all around. "Yeah Collins....got a great big bonerrrrrr..... BONERS! BONERS! ", Kevin was getting a little wild and over the top. He ripped off his shirt, did a flip on the bed, then a headstand against the wall. The sight of his penis flopping and pointing as he balanced upside down was a thrill beyond explanation. Scotty started humping one of the pillows on the bed. Things were getting crazy. I was relieved...Kevin seemed to think my boner was just fine, even called it big! This gave me sudden courage. I looked around...there was not another bed for me to jump on...but I was determined I was going to try and join in the sexy fun. Slowly, I climbed up on the desk where Scotty was supposed to do his homework, which instead was covered in all kinds of comics, wrappers, soda cans, and unrecognizable parts of broken things. I kicked aside much of the mess, turned around, straddled over the tv, thrust out my hips, and began self-consciously to swing my own dick and my junior sized balls. "Boners!" "Boners!" we all were yelling.... We were three naked and aroused young teen boys, being complete idiots. I was suddenly so happy and so, so very hard. "I know...let's pretend we're fucking!", was Kevin's next fun idea, as he righted himself. For a split second I was confused...like... each other? I thought, a little hopefully. Then I realized he meant fucking GIRLS. "I'm already fucking!" Scotty squealed, humping harder on the pillow. I then realized that that was my pillow...oh well. "Who is it?", yelled Kevin. "Tracy Sutton? ". Tracy Sutton lived two doors down from Scotty and was known for her tattoos and for mowing her family's front lawn in a string bikini. "Fuck no, that skank?", laughed Scotty. "Farrah Fawcett!" "Haha, Dude, she'd eat you for lunch!", laughed Kevin. He was stroking himself again. Mesmerizing. "I hope so!", yelled Scotty. Kevin flopped face down on the bed, thrusting into the mattress. The sight of that glorious white ass moving up and down made my knees start to buckle. I was afraid I was going to cum. "I'm so fucking horny!!!" wailed Kevin. "If has two legs and a hole...I'll fuck it...!!!!" He proceeded to slam the mattress and moan. "Yeah, man, take this big cock. Take it all the way..." Wait...did he say, "man"? Nobody seemed to notice. "What about you Rick, who ya fucking?", asked Scotty, breaking another trance I was in, watching Kevin's ass. "Uh...fucking your mom!", I quickly said, using a common joke between just about any two teenage boys in the western world. "That's it baby, you know you like it", I moaned, in perfect imitation of Kevin's voice. "HAHAHAHAHA". That was Kevin. Did I just make him laugh? "Don't cum inside of her, Collins. Scotty doesn't need any more brothers and sisters.". That was so fucked up, and so cool, I thought. This was so much fun. With all the humping, and stroking, and dirty talk, the sexual energy in the small bedroom was hitting a fever pitch. Emboldened, I started stroking my dick like Kevin had been, keeping his thrusting bubble butt in my sights. I started to feel really, really good. He jumped up again on the bed. "Let's see who can shoot first GO!". Scotty jumped instantly to his feet and both boys started pumping their dicks furiously. Goddammit..they had done this before too. I had wanted to do this alone, with Scotty, and Kevin was stealing the moment, had probably already stolen it from me. Well, I was so close to blowing my load I was sure I was going to win this contest easily. "Oh yeah baby....", Kevin moaned, jumping and thrusting as he stroked. "Oh yeah baby...", Scotty copied him, red-faced and huffing, his blond buzzed head shining. "Oh yeah baby, ", I moaned even louder than both of them, swinging my pelvis around and pumping my fist around my cock like a sex-crazed maniac. I could feel the big payoff coming. Without warning, the door to Scotty's room burst open, as it had been kicked hard from the outside. The door frame shook, and I think it may have cracked a little. I froze, high up and naked on the desk, my rigid penis in my hand, sticking out for all to see. A familiar, loud, drawling voice yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LITTLE FAGGOTS DOING IN HEREEEEEEE??????????" (TO BE CONTINUED) ******