Date: Sat, 7 Oct 2023 10:35:42 -0400 From: Billy Shakes Subject: That One Time At Scotty's Part Two 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 Two ****** Scotty's and my family life couldn't be more different. I was an only child with the earliest version of a helicopter mother, fiercely protective and incredibly stifling...I was not allowed much freedom to explore the usual world of a thirteen-year-old boy. No skateboard, no dirt bike, nothing that might potentially damage my delicate frame. I played piano, collected comic books, and my athletic pursuits were limited to swimming and, for a few years, some failed attempts at basketball. My father was a model citizen, a little distant, and very aboveboard. We went to Mass regularly, went on vacations, visited distant relatives...generally a very safe and boring existence. Scotty lived in what could only have been described as a nuthouse. His parents were divorced. His dad lived far away, and his mother worked as an ER nurse so was gone many evenings. Scotty had three siblings...the oldest, Sheila, was away at college; his brother, Patrick was a junior in high school; Debbie was a sophomore, and Scotty was my age--headed into eighth grade in the fall. Debbie spent most of her time at her friends' houses, so the two fatherless boys were often alone in the house together, with predictable results. The place was a wreck, as the two of them spent most of their time wrestling, fighting, and throwing things at each other. If there was a piece of unbroken furniture...I never saw it. There were holes in most walls, where a foot or a fist (or once, Scotty's head) had pulverized the sheet rock, and clothes, old toys, and miscellaneous stuff were stacked and scattered everywhere. I felt sorry for their mother, trying to control these wildmen; I think she was happy for the escape of her job, as stressful as that was. Despite the deteriorated state of Scotty's house, I absolutely loved being there, where we could say or do most anything without anyone to admonish or correct us. It was a freedom I never enjoyed at my own house. Patrick was tall and skinny, with wavy unkempt red hair usually tied back in a small pony-tail, a scruffy half- beard, wild eyes and a wide, smirking mouth. He was usually stoned...I was pretty sure he did multiple types of drugs, smoked pot regularly, and had an extensive stash of pornographic magazines in his closet, which Scotty and I stole from regularly. I was quite frightened of him, as he was very loud and treated Scotty miserably, always punching him unexpectedly, or jumping on him and wrestling him to the floor, kneeling on him and twisting his arms until he begged for mercy. Scotty, for his part, learned to be a little bulldog, not shying away from antagonizing his brother as often as he could, and always putting up a mighty fight. All that as background to explain that as I stood buck naked on top of a desk in Scotty's room, stroking my boner and shaking my tight little ass like some cheap stripper, and as the door burst open and someone screamed into the room, it was, of course, Patrick, and I screamed back in total terror. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LITTLE FAGGOTS DOING IN HEREEEEEEE??????????", Patrick had yelled. I wasn't sure what he thought he was going to see when he burst in with the goal of terrorizing his brother's sleepover, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't his brother's meek little friend with an erection, doing a naked hula dance on top of a desk, while two other naked boys jumped up and down and stroked their boners on the beds. "Holy.....", he trailed off, as he looked straight at my dick, just as all males do instinctively when they first see each other naked. He was barefoot and shirtless; he wore a thick gold chain and had really hairy armpits, a shock of red hair in the center of his chest, and a matching, long trail that disappeared down into his bleached white denim shorts, which were really skimpy and tight. Despite my shock I couldn't help noticing that there was a very visible and significant bulge in those shorts. Patrick was seriously hung. I had caught fleeting glimpses of his cock and butt in previous visits, as most of Scotty's family liked to walk around without many clothes on...another reason I liked being there. One time he walked buck naked past us as we were playing a game on the floor on his way to the shower. I remember thinking his cock looked like the salamis that hung in the window at the local deli. When Patrick kicked his way into the bedroom, Kevin and Scotty both dove for the bedcovers to hide their hard-ons. Easy for them, they weren't standing on top of a desk. "Fuck, Patrick! GET OUT OF HERE! ", Scotty yelled. He picked up the alarm clock from the nightstand and hurled it at his big brother, who casually stepped aside. The clock smashed to pieces as it hit the wall on the other side of the room. Patrick ignored this, as if this happened all the time, which it certainly did at their house. He was between me and the safety of my sleeping bag on the floor ... I was still frozen in fear. My penis was still frozen stiff in my fist. In fact, being naked in front of Patrick was making it even stiffer. "You pussies are having a CIRCLE JERK...and you didn't invite us? ", whined Patrick. It was then that I noticed that there was another person who had come into the bedroom with Patrick, albeit a lot more quietly. He was a black kid, around Patrick's age or maybe a year younger. He had a large afro, was shorter than Patrick, but extremely muscular. He wore a tight, half-cut football jersey with netting that exposed a hard chest and some prominent nipples, and had thick biceps and wrists. He wore tight cloth gym shorts that strained over bulging thighs, and highlighted a package that looked like it would probably give Patrick a run for his money. He had no shoes on, but he wore long white athletic socks with red bands that stretched over muscular calves and came up almost to his knees. He looked like a sculpture. The sight of him didn't in any way help my current penile predicament. I finally managed to come out of my shock-paralysis, and decided to try and get off the desk and over to where the other boys were. Patrick blocked me, and I attempted to wriggle around him. "Grab him!", Patrick ordered, and his powerful friend lunged at me...soon I was in a sort of half-nelson, naked and immobile, held tight by a teenage muscle god. "Well look at what we have here...little Ricky...not so little anymore," Patrick laughed. He reached forward and grabbed my dick, pulling it downward and letting it go so it sprang back up and waved in the air. Um, did he really think I was big? Dude had a giant zucchini between his legs. The kid holding me had on some kind of body spray or cologne...he smelled good, and I couldn't help but feel as he held me from behind that he was kind of rubbing himself on my naked butt....I thought I could feel his bulge on my skin...was I imagining this? The blood pulsed in the head of my dick...it started to hurt bad it was so swollen. "ASSHOLE! GET OUT!", Scotty tried again, this time throwing a shoe, but Patrick swatted it away. He was just getting started. Kevin was staring, wide-eyed, at the scene, a slight smirk on his face. He was definitely enjoying my predicament. I thought I could see movement under the blanket he had thrown over his lower section. Was he still stroking himself? "No no no no no...", Patrick drawled. "I need to understand what's HAPPENING here! Three little pussy-faggots jumping on the bed," he laughed loudly, thinking himself quite the comedian. He looked at me. "One fell off and bumped his HEAD....", he reached out and grabbed me again between the legs. Now normally I wouldn't have minded at all being groped like that, but I was petrified that Patrick was going to hurt me. I squirmed to try to free myself, but it was hopeless. "Let's see here, little Ricky. Let's compare... You need to see what a REAL man is like." And Patrick undid the snap on his shorts, reached in, and hauled out his massive cock and balls. His penis hung there, long and hairy and red, drawn down by the weight of itself. It was nearly eight inches long, I guessed, and the big head curved outward slightly at the tip. He had an extensive bush of tight curly red hair, and his balls hung low, like Kevin's, but much hairier. He wasn't hard, but he was on his way there... He grabbed the meaty shaft of his cock and flopped it next to mine, which looked like a popsicle stick in comparison. "Does Ricky want to sword fight"? Patrick asked. I heard his friend give a low chuckle...his breath on my neck, which made me shiver. I could feel a bead of sweat trickle down my back and disappear in the crack of my butt. I wanted to scream, "YES! YES! Let's all have a sword fight!" (Whatever that was, is that like a helicopter fight?), but I stood mute in my humiliated excitement, totally transfixed by the giant penis before me, woozy from the smell of the boy who held me firm, and the feel of him grinding against my butt (I was sure of it now). "Wow. I think he REALLY likes what he sees", said Patrick, staring at my rigid pink cock, and licking his lips. "Wanna hold it?". Patrick grabbed my free hand and pulled it towards his cock, which by now had raised up to half-mast, all swollen and hot and twitching. "AAAAAArrggghhhhhh!" Scotty had had enough; he leaped up bare-assed from under the sheets on the bed and launched himself at Patrick. In a split second, I felt both gratitude for my friend as he tried to defend me from being molested by his creepy brother, and utter dismay, as I had been just moments away from getting my eager hand around Patrick's big, beautiful, thick man-cock. I had seen them fight a hundred times before, and I knew this wasn't going to go well for Scotty. But I had never seen them fight NAKED before, so this was bound to be a significant thrill. The room erupted in pandemonium. Scotty was on Patrick's back.... pummeling him with his fists and yelling, his legs wrapped around his chest. Patrick was bent over trying to free himself from his shorts, which had fallen around his ankles. "Get off me fuckwad!!!!", he spun wildly, Scotty still pounding him in the head. His dick was waving around like some kind of huge fish out of water, as he screamed at his brother. They slammed into Scotty's bookshelf, sending all his books, Star Wars action figures, and trophies crashing down everywhere. "Owwwww", screamed Scotty as his head hit the shelf. "Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrr!" Kevin had drawn up his knees and backed up against the headboard, clutching the blanket, a look of wide-eyed glee on his face. I could just see the white curve of his ass peeking out from under the blanket, which had fallen slightly off his legs. My God, that was a pretty sight. Then they were on the floor, two naked brothers, one hairy and hung, one smooth and stubby, beating the ever-loving shit out of each other. In all the commotion, I felt just the slightest easing in the grip that held me (still quite naked) and I tried again to free myself. In a move that surprised me, who had never hit anyone, ever (not appropriate young man), I elbowed the football jersey kid hard in the stomach, thinking that would give me the chance to at least get away to cover myself. It was like elbowing the side of a building. I'm talking seriously hard abs. As Patrick inevitably started to get the best of Scotty in the fight on the floor, I felt myself suddenly being lifted up, ass-over-head, and flung over the kid's shoulders. "Hey!!!", I cried out in surprise. "Put me down!". He spun me around, professional wrestling style, about ten times, until I was totally dizzy, and then body-slammed me onto the bed. The momentum carried me over the side onto the floor where I landed on top of my sleeping bag. Well, that was one way to get there. I heard Kevin laugh out loud. My head reeling, I was too disoriented to try and find my shorts, and lay there, stunned and helpless. The next thing I felt was a serious weight on my stomach, which pushed the breath out of me. The black kid was now straddling me, his massive thighs on either side of my skinny body. What was this all about? He reached forward and grabbed my wrists with either hand, stretching them out over my head. Then he just kind of sat there leaning over me...staring intently into my eyes, a look of devilish satisfaction on his face. He didn't say anything at all. I was wondering if maybe he was a mute. He was quite good-looking, I remember thinking at that moment. I could hear howling coming from the other side of the room, as Patrick was also sitting on top of Scotty, pushing his face into the shag carpet and smacking his naked ass with a ruler he had found on the floor. "Bad brother! Bad little brother!", Patrick laughed. I couldn't see him, but with each smack I felt for my friend, who was in this predicament because of me. "Let me up! Get off of me, Patrick!". Scotty was starting to cry as his brother whaled on him. My new friend was ignoring them and still stared at my face, as if he was trying to decide what to do next. He leaned a little further forward, and for a moment I thought he was planning to try and kiss me! I was still, of course, painfully hard, and my dick was now poking this football player in the back of his leg. Up to now, he was the only one in the room who hadn't exposed his male parts. That was about to change. The kid seemed totally unconcerned with what else was happening in the room. His eyes remained fixed on my face. They were an intense brown; his face was smooth with just a hint of a teenage mustache lining the top of his lips, which were a soft, pink color. He grinned at me.... pure white teeth. I felt my face getting red. What the fuck was going on? Without breaking his gaze, he released my wrists. He put one hand on my chest, and raised up on his knees, off of me. I exhaled, trying to catch my breath. I didn't look away from his face either, though I somehow knew what he was doing---he was pulling off his shorts. Patrick and Scotty were still going at it, though Scotty's cries seemed somehow further away...everything else in the room suddenly seemed fuzzy and distant. The kid sat back down over me now, naked below the waist, except for his tube socks. He pulled up the front of his half jersey and tucked it behind his neck totally exposing his dark, shiny, smooth, and totally ripped chest. Those nipples, my God, they were like small pebbles. For a moment I couldn't understand why he had no hair on his body given how much he had on his head...; then I realized that he shaved himself all over...chest...pits...legs...and.... oh fuck... I got my first look at my new friend's penis. Jesus Lord in heaven. Whereas Patrick's cock was long and red and hairy, this penis I was looking at now was smooth, thick, and dark black, and, well, just beautiful. It was also the first penis I had ever seen which had a hood on it. This boy was uncircumcised, and his (foreskin? was that the word?), stretched above a fat, bloated shaft with thick veins spread all around it, totally covering an equally fat head. He wasn't as long as Patrick, but thicker for sure, if that was possible. He had a big round, firm ball sack, like a small grapefruit, also shaved totally smooth. His bush was also shaved off, which made the whole package stand out in majestic wonder. My eyes popped and my mouth hung open, not knowing if I should say or do something. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. He was still half-grinning at me. I smiled back weakly, uncertain of what he wanted. His penis was throbbing, getting harder. Mine was like steel. Suddenly, I knew what I was supposed to do, what he wanted from me. It was as if I had suddenly heard calling...a voice urging me to try something that I thought I might be really, really good at. I looked deep into his eyes. The look on his face told me that he had no intention of hurting me. He gave a slight nod--we understood each other. I looked down, reached out with my right hand, and softly touched the end of his dick. It jumped, swelling quickly in anticipation. My pale white hand was quite a contrast to the deep black skin on his penis. I encircled it with my fingers, and I heard him suck in his breath. Tightening my grip just a little, I gave a couple of gentle pulls, sliding his foreskin (wow how cool is this!) back and forth. His grin faded into a kind of grimace, and he closed his eyes. With my other hand, I reached down below his shaft and cupped his balls. He twitched when I touched them...sensitive, I guess. I was in a place that I'd never been before, and my excitement was making me lightheaded. Feeling up Scotty was nothing like what this was. This was incredible. I started giving him longer strokes, sliding my hand all the way up and down his penis. Somehow I knew this would be the best thing to do. His foreskin had now pulled back and I was looking at a huge, pinkish, swollen head, quite the color contrast to the skin on the rest of his dick. Clear juice was leaking out from his pee slit and running over my fingers. I stopped to examine it...and he leaned forward and licked it off. Ho--lee--shit. I grinned. I resumed stroking him, harder and faster now, watching his face carefully. On a whim, I reached out with my other hand and pinched one of his hard nipples gently (how in hell did I know to do that), then kind of rolled it around between my fingertips. He started to moan softly, a low, deep humming sound, almost like singing. My cock was rubbing against the back of his leg, and I felt like I was going to cum at any second. "Here, use this", said a voice, from somewhere on the bed above me. We both looked up. Kevin was stretched out on the edge, his head leaning on one bent arm, watching us. His eyes were shining. I had forgotten all about him! His dick was swollen and slick...he had rubbed something all over it and had been masturbating himself while he watched us on the floor. In his hand, extended, was a bottle of baby-oil which I guess he had gotten from Scotty's nightstand. Scotty and Patrick were coming near to the end of their naked wrestling match, Scotty having surrendered after Patrick made him lick his balls for thirty seconds as a condition for getting off of him. "Wh--what?", I said. My eyes had found Kevin's exquisite cock now and were staring again. It was twitching, all shiny and long. So many beautiful penises in this room. "Use this...fucking trust me". Kevin's eyes were fixed on the older kid's big meat. The kid took the bottle from him, and squirted oil over my hand, which I transferred to his shaft and balls. The oil was warm and felt good on my hand as I greased up his head and resumed my hand action. Kevin took the bottle back, squirted another dollop in his hand, and went back to stroking himself, licking his incredible lips. His eyes were blazing. All these shiny hard cocks around me---I didn't know what I had done to deserve this. I was stroking with gusto now, totally drunk on the pleasure that I was giving to this hot boy, and his obvious enjoyment of me. He hummed, and panted, and scrunched up his face as the waves of amazing feeling spread throughout his body, and all because of what I was doing to him, doing FOR him. It was exhilarating. "Jesus, Collins. You're a fucking PROFESSIONAL", Kevin half-whispered. He was entering a higher plane of pleasure himself. I was so flattered by this. I heard Scotty sniffle as he climbed back onto the other bed. Patrick was somewhere, doing something...not sure what. "Oh. Oh wow, Ricky", Scotty said softly, as he got his first look at what was going on on this side of his bedroom. He was still rubbing his butt from where Patrick had smacked him. He looked over at Kevin's dick, then down at my hand. His own hand moved down between his naked legs, where his penis was swelling again. He rolled it between his fingers, amazed at what he was seeing. What happened next was so unexpected...so surprising...and so momentous that it still gets me hard when I think about it all these many years later. The boy-man whose massive penis I held tightly in my greasy hand, raised back up on his knees slightly. He squirted another glob of the oil on his left hand, reached behind him, and felt for my penis. It had been poking him pretty solidly in the back of his thigh, or maybe his butt cheek. He grabbed hold and ran his greased fingers all up and down the shaft and over the head. He then gave me a few strokes, which made me squirm and shudder. It felt soooo good. Was he trying to make me harder? This was not possible... as my penis was so hard it could have hurt someone. Then he kind of...pointed my now totally slick wiener straight up...and sat back down. The sensation was immediate and incredible. My dick, which up to this moment had only known my eager fingers and Scotty's occasional sweaty fist...had slid rather easily into a tight, hot, slippery place that enveloped it and pulsed and moved around it in such a way that deep waves of pleasure cascaded over my young, slender frame. The jock's eyes closed tightly, and a look of such intensity came upon his face that I thought he might let out a scream. I was vaguely aware that all the action elsewhere in the room came to a sudden stop, as the rest of the group witnessed what was happening on the floor. "God damn, look at that", I heard Kevin say. "Shit, dude. That's fucked up". That was stoned Patrick, from somewhere above me. "Whoa". Scotty's voice. The football dude didn't seem to hear any of them. He was now rocking back and forth on my erect penis, breathing hard and making more low, moaning sounds. I had momentarily stopped my hand motions due to the shock of what was happening, but from his desperate look I somehow knew what he wanted me to do. Without thinking, I arched my back a little and pushed up on his leg with my right hand. He lifted up just enough to give me room to thrust upward into him. I resumed stroking his cock, which was leaking like a hose all over my fingers and arm, and started humping hard, sliding my dick head halfway in and out of his hole as I did so. Not sure how I knew to do this...was just a raw, male instinct I guess. The pleasure was overwhelming me, and I thought I might just lose consciousness and die from it. "He's fucking him!" I heard Kevin say. "Jesus", said Patrick. I looked up. All three boys were now kind of hovering over us...Kevin kneeling on one bed, Scotty on the other, and Patrick standing behind his friend. They were wide-eyed and red-faced, each stroking a hard penis of varying lengths, widths, and degrees of hairiness. I saw Kevin pinch a glob of juice from the end of his cock and put it in his mouth. Scotty never looked so horny as he pumped his pink fatty. Patrick, quiet for a change, had kind of a crazed look on his scrubby face; his horse cock swollen and rigid and his big balls swinging back and forth against his thighs as he stroked. We were giving them quite a show. The big cock felt so good..so RIGHT...in my hand as I unconsciously matched the rhythm of my stroking with the thrust of my penis up into this boy's butthole. The glazed look in his eyes was so incredibly erotic and beautiful...the fact that I was giving him so much pleasure was such a thrill that I almost cried from the feeling. I knew already then, at the tender age of thirteen, that this was where I belonged, what I needed to do, in service to my fellow man. My greasy hand made a squishy sound as it pumped him up and down, back and forth. He gritted his teeth, and I knew that something big was about to happen. Teenage boys don't have much sexual endurance...it doesn't take too long to make them erupt with the right stimulation. I was a little scared of what would happen when he went over the edge..he was so big and solid and strong...I expected it to be a major event....I was about to be proven right. He scrunched up his face again.... eyes closed tight and his wide mouth open in a silent scream. A shudder went through him, his legs, his chest, his big arms shook like he had touched a live wire. A low growl issued from the back of his throat, and he uttered the only word that I would hear him say that day... "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!", my new friend groaned, as his eyes flew open wide in a state of total ecstasy. The first jet of the jock's semen hit me square in the nose. It came forth like a torrent, hot and wet and pungent. It was like someone had flung a spoonful of custard directly at my face. It dripped down over my lips and down my chin. The second stream hit me in my throat, and then another, and then another, coating my naked chest and stomach as the boy bucked and writhed in an uncontrolled frenzy. The taste of his seed, the feel of his ass, the sounds he was making, and the sight of his beautiful face as he came were too much for my inexperienced dick, and a feeling of complete bliss washed over me as my own orgasm hit. I howled with delight, as I shot off inside him, feeling my hot juice coat his hole and leak downward. The pleasure seemed to last an eternity. As the last shudders went through me, the football jock relaxed and sat very still, breathing hard and staring at me again, smiling and shaking his head in amazement. My first handjob. My first fuck. It all happened so fast. It was absolutely fantastic. ***** TO BE CONCLUDED