Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2023 09:33:21 -0400 From: Billy Shakes Subject: That One Time At Scotty's Part Three 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 Three When I think back to all the sex I had with the men and boys of my little suburban paradise of a hometown back when I was an eager young slut, none of the memories remain as sharp as that night of my first time at Scotty's. Sure, there was my long, sweet seduction of Matty O'Brien, the college son of my father's boss; my affair with Councilman Rhodes which pushed me to do things I hadn't dreamed of doing before; and of course, that time at the county fair, with all those drunken farm boys. I sucked off many a memorable young cock and rode so many memorable older ones till they exploded inside me; had dozens of married men tell me they loved me and beg me never to leave them, and dozens more young boys thank me for showing them how sex is supposed to feel; but I'll always have a special place in my promiscuous heart for that summer night in 1978. When we left off the story, I had just had my first male-on-male sexual intercourse with an anonymous black football player three years my senior, while giving him an earth-shaking orgasm by pumping him dry with my greased-up hand. All this happened in full, masturbatory view of my best friend, his deviant brother with the monster-cock, and another boy whose body I had used to fuel my jerkoff fantasies for over a year. If they had all stopped at this point, put away their dicks, and went to play football in the backyard, it would still have been an evening that I would have treasured my whole life. Except the evening wasn't over yet. Kevin, my first hard crush, and the object of my hottest self-abuse fantasies had gotten off the bed and was now squatting on the floor, behind my head. I could hear the sloshy sounds of his greasy hands sliding up and down his cock. He rocked forward, up on his knees, so his dick was directly over my face. I was still breathing pretty hard from my earthshaking climax. I inhaled his musky smell, and it thrilled me to no end. "I think it's time you had a little nutsack snack, Collins," he said. Kevin had a poetic way with words, apparently. "What do you mean...what...oh...mmmm," I mumbled, as Kevin laid his dangling walnuts directly on my lips, which were still wet with the muscle kid's cum. He rocked back and forth on my face, and I could feel each greasy ball individually as it slid over my mouth and chin. Just as I did with my tube-sock buddy's penis, I seemed to know instinctively what to do with Kevin's balls. It was like I was born for this. Opening wide, I leaned my head back and let one smooth testicle slide into my mouth. Licking furiously, then sucking gently, I tasted the combination of baby oil and Kevin's natural body flavor, which was just plain intoxicating. I pushed one ball out and sucked on the other, as Kevin, surprised at my eagerness, started a loud, dramatic, moaning. "Ohhh, suck on these balls, you pretty little faggot slut....", Kevin commanded. Pretty? WOW!! My heart almost burst with the compliment. I was happy to comply. I was still rock hard, despite having blown my load in the big dude's ass, and my stiffie was still up in there, as he hadn't moved off of me. His greasy meat was now soft and laying heavily on my stomach in a gooey puddle, as he watched Kevin take over the spotlight. I slurped, and licked, and sucked on Kevin's nuts with gusto, even pushing my tongue back and licking the fuzzy space that led to that fantastic hole I had seen earlier. Kevin shivered and let out a little whine when I made that little move. By this time, I was losing all sense of time and space, as the sensations of all that was happening to me took over my pubescent brain. For once, Kevin was focused exclusively on me, even if it was for his own horny pleasure. I wanted to make sure I didn't disappoint him. I felt Kevin grab the side of my head with both hands...and the next thing I knew he was trying to push his long, stiff penis into my mouth. "Now you're gonna deep-throat me queer boy, just like you always wanted", Kevin said. His voice was starting to sound a little crazy...like he was losing what little control he had over himself. I opened my mouth wider, as the head of his penis popped fully inside, and I flicked at it with my tongue, amazed at myself, and how much I wanted this to happen. He pushed further in, until I could feel him near the back of my throat. And just like that, I was officially giving my first blowjob. "Kevin, shit man, don't...", I heard Scotty say. He was still pumping his dick as he watched his best friend having sex with two older boys on his bedroom floor. "Shut up, Scotty," I heard Patrick hiss. I could barely see where he stood behind his friend, watching the action. He had a glazed, desperate look on his face, and his penis was huge and stiff and red as he moved his hand feverishly back and forth. He was laser-focused on what Kevin was doing to me. "Yeah, Scotty," Kevin was breathing hard. "Listen to your brother; his dick is a hundred times bigger than yours. Besides, when I'm done, you both can have a turn." I tried to say something like, "It's OK, Scotty", but there was now a dick in my throat, so it just came out as a long, gagging, "sssssssmmmmmmmmmphhhhkkkkkkkkkkkkkk". Kevin was moving now, fucking my mouth, just as the big kid started moving his ass again. My penis was super-sensitive from having cum already, and the torturous sensation on my slick cockhead caused me to writhe and buck my hips and whimper, which seemed to only inflame everyone else even more. Who was going to be the next to go over the pleasure cliff? "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH Ffucckkkkkkkkkkk Goddddddd Shitttttttttttttttttttt". That was Patrick, hitting his point of no return. The sight of me sucking Kevin while also fucking his hot friend was about to make him explode. He leaned back, thrust his hips forward over the top of the jock's head, (his low-hangers kind of disappeared into that afro) and let fly a long stream of hot cum which covered my whole midsection and even hit Kevin's knee. Another stream followed, mixing with the spunk from his friend's earlier load. Several more ropes landed on my navel, and soon there was a pool there. Patrick was dripping everywhere, in the kid's hair, on his back. Lord, these older boys could cum. The kid didn't react in any noticeable way to being spunked on. Patrick was grunting and wheezing as if he was chopping firewood. I heard Scotty give a little whine; I wondered what he thought about what I was doing to Kevin. Maybe I will do him next, I thought, amazed at where my mind was going. "Fuck yeah...Patrickkkkk....", yelled Kevin, clearly impressed at the older boy's explosion of sperm, as he continued pumping my mouth. I could taste some of his juice (Scotty had taught me the word "precum" but I preferred "juice") and it was sweet and funky. The room was spinning again. Kevin moved with a rhythm and pace that told me this wasn't the first time he had done something like this. I wondered who else in town had had the pleasure of his cock in their mouth. I needed a breath and pushed Kevin off, his dick sliding out of my mouth with a wet slurping sound, as I gasped for air. I reached up and grabbed it and kept stroking...I didn't want him to think I didn't want to suck him anymore; I was absolutely loving this. He groaned loudly...guess my slender hand felt good, (professional)! I looked down...the football kid was stroking himself hard again. His cum (or was it Patrick's) was slowly oozing down my sides. Patrick had collapsed back on the bed and was just kind of lying there in a stoned daze, his limp cock dripping, and dangling over the side of his skinny leg. Scotty was nearby...I could still hear him breathing hard through his nose. Kevin was moaning and enjoying me stroking him, his arms up and hands behind his head, his eyes half-shut. I sighed as I caught sight of the glorious hair under his armpits, as if I wasn't already consumed with enough lust. Just to see what would happen...I paused, mid-stroke. "No...fuck! Don't stop, bitch!" Kevin's eyes flew open as he screamed. Wow...I realized that I was now in control of the situation. I had Kevin where I wanted him. I pulled him down back hard into my mouth. I knew what I wanted...I wanted to swallow his cum. I wanted some of him in me. I wanted to make him feel the best he'd ever felt, so that he would always want to be with me. I wanted to serve his every sexual need. I reached back to where I could grab those ass cheeks.... God they felt warm and hard, and pulled him closer, down, on my face. He was groaning and cursing and making all kinds of animal-like noises. "Jesus Kevin, keep it down! "Scotty whispered, as he pumped away. "Can't help it.... he wants it.... he wants my dick...he wants it so bad...he loves it. " I bobbed my head in agreement and blew him long and hard, swirling my tongue like the professional cocksucker I now was. Kevin's legs started to buckle and tremble, and I knew his big finish was coming. Having never sucked a dick before, I had no real idea what it was going to be like when he did blow. Kevin made like he was going to pull out to cum...but I grabbed his ass harder to let him know he should do it in my mouth. I had lost all fear. "Oh shit. You little homo bitch. You want my sperm, don't you? Ohhhhh, here it comes.... Oh God, nnnnnnnnggghhhhhhhh", Kevin squealed as his orgasm hit. The first long spasm seemed to last forever as he seized up and his whole body froze with the intensity of it. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK", he wailed and then I felt a torrent of warm fluid hit the back of my throat. I wasn't ready for the volume, or the taste, or the fact that I felt like I was going to drown. Kevin carried on like he was starring in a porno movie. His cum filled my throat and mouth and I gagged and sputtered and coughed...which sprayed it out all over my chin and down on my chest. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and continued depositing more cum in my hair, on my face, in my eyes. It was fucking everywhere. Kevin let out a long, satisfied, sigh, and I knew that I had achieved my objective. He would be back for more. "That tasted good, didn't it Collins?" Kevin said, panting, and got up. I heard him slouch away as I tried to wipe his seed out of my eyes with whatever I could reach, which turned out to be my undershorts. I wiped my face and mouth and blinked, trying to focus on who was still around me. Next, I heard a soft thud and Scotty landed on the floor next to me. I had never seen him so worked up...his face was beet red, and sweaty, and his cock was swollen and looked ready to pop. "Dude...?" he said, in a pleading voice. I looked in his eyes, and realized he was asking for my help to add his spunk to the lake that covered my chest and stomach. I reached over and grabbed his cock. His skin was hot. My hand was still slick. "Hey, man", I said, grinning, as I started to squeeze and pull. I owed him this much from the beating he took for me. "Do it." That was all the encouragement he needed. I watched his face as he came quickly...it was so sexy to see my best friend in such adolescent joy so close to my wet, naked body. He grunted like a little piglet as his dick sprayed a surprising amount of boy-juice, which blended into his brother's, and Kevin's, and the dude's. What a fantastic mess. "Fuck, man," he laughed as I shook the cum off his dick head, and he shivered a little. "Yeah," I replied, grinning. "You good?". "Oh yeah. Real good man." We laughed some more. I heard a familiar growling sound, and I realized that the jock whose ass I was still buried in was jacking himself up to cum again. All the other boy-sex action had re-started his sexual engine. He was stroking his penis hard, licking his lips, and moaning. Always looking straight in my eyes. His chest heaved and his hard nipples gave me a glorious view. When he came this time, the load was almost as big as the first one! He bucked and bounced on my dick as he pumped his cock dry. By the time he was finished I was completely slick from my hair down to where it dripped down between my legs. My penis was also at a renewed point of excitement where I felt I was also going to orgasm again. The jock lifted up his ass, and my wet dick slid free, pink and shiny. Cum oozed down between my thighs, down over my hole, and onto the sleeping bag. I was guessing that some of it was mine. The big kid saw my erection bobbing in front of him; quietly lubing up his hand from the puddle on my stomach, he began to stroke me. Wow, what a strong, slippery grip, and I was so thankful that he was still thinking of me after cumming twice! His slick hand felt amazing as he slid it up and down my shaft, rubbing my sensitive head with his thumb. I sat up and put both my hands on the kid's iron shoulders, spreading my legs wide as I stared into his beautiful eyes. At that moment, I wanted him to feel like he owned me. He stared directly back, intense, and confident. Scotty, who was still next to me, whispered his encouragement. "Yeah Rick! Shoot that fucking sperm so good!" It took all of thirty seconds, and I cried out as another incredible orgasm hit me hard, spraying even more cum on my stomach and legs, after which I collapsed back, spread-eagled, totally used, soaking wet, and exhausted, on the floor. The jock held my twitching cock for a few more glorious seconds, and then let me go. I lay there for a long while in a euphoric daze, squinting up at Scotty's bedroom ceiling. There were glow-in-the-dark stars pasted all around, forming several of the constellations. My now soft cock tingled, and I shivered as my wet skin felt the draft coming from the air conditioner vent. I could hear the sounds of the video game again. I sat up and looked around. Patrick was gone. My muscled friend was standing near Scotty's desk. He had pulled his shirt back down but still had no pants on. He was flipping through one of Scotty's comic books, a rather casual activity I thought, considering he had just been fucked by and traded handjobs with a thirteen-year-old kid he had never seen before who was still sitting naked at his feet. I could see his cock hanging limp and fleshy between his legs. It was still wet and shiny. So beautiful. He must have felt me staring, because he looked over at me, then went to retrieve his shorts. He slowly pulled them on, meeting my eyes with a sly grin as he tucked his big meat inside. I felt a tinge of sadness as he put that thing away. I think I could have played with it all night if he wanted me to. He bent down again, and when he stood up, he was holding my T-shirt. He tossed it at me. He stood there and watched as I used it to wipe off as much of the semen from five different teenage boys as I could. He gave me a little nod, grabbed a few more of Scotty's comics, and left the room. I watched his muscular butt until it was out of my sight. Scotty had pulled on his underwear and sat looking at me, his eyes a little uncertain. "You OK?", he asked, with genuine concern. "That was.... well...you know...", he trailed off. "Yeah, I think so.", I said. Suddenly I felt really tired, and realized I wanted to be in my own warm bed. "I...I think I'm gonna go home and, you know, get some clothes...maybe take a shower... ha ha". For the first time there seemed to be an air of embarrassment between us. Things had definitely changed. Scotty looked down at my cum-drenched t-shirt and undershorts. "Yeah, ha, good idea, "he said. I looked over at Kevin. He had pulled on his cutoffs and was buried in the game again, like nothing happened. Not like he had just teabagged me and put his dick in my mouth. Not like he had just emptied his big balls dry of cum, down my throat and all over my face. This was my first lesson in male sexual psychology that I would use greatly to my advantage in the years to come. If you want to keep their attention on you, you have to keep them from cumming for as long as possible. "Yo, Kevin... Ricky's leaving," said Scotty. "Later, dude," said Kevin, without looking up. Guess I wasn't getting a goodbye hug. I took one more lustful look at his chest and long legs. I didn't know it then, but I would suck Kevin off at least a dozen more times before he graduated high school and moved out of the area. And even let him fuck me when he felt like it. But those stories will have to wait for another time. I pulled on my own shorts, commando style, and grabbed my soggy T-shirt and underwear. I jammed my feet into my Nikes and my pillow and cap into my backpack, and quietly left the sleepover that would be burned in my memory forever. There was a trash can at the end of Scotty's driveway. I paused, and buried my face in my T-shirt and briefs, inhaling the sweet, funky smell of teenage boy juice, before tossing them both in the can. The air was warm on my damp, naked chest as I rode my bike the three blocks home from Scottys. My hair stayed out of my eyes, matted as it was. The seat was hard against my balls and my lack of underwear meant that my cotton shorts rubbed against my dick as I rode. That, coupled with the images of what I had just experienced, which kept repeating in a feverish loop in my brain, meant that I was completely bone-hard again by the time I got home. This is what being thirteen and having a penis means, I thought, as I dismounted my bike and leaned it against the side of the garage. I had hoped my parents had gone to bed but the lights were still on in the house. "Ah, fuck," I thought. I leaned back against the garage wall, out of sight, and dropped my shorts. I closed my eyes and relived every glorious second of the past two hours as I pulled on my cock. The sounds, the smells, and above all the sights of all those boys as they came; the variety of their boners, the beautiful agony on their faces; the amazing warmth of that tight, slick hole; the feeling of cum hitting me all over and dripping everywhere. The taste and feel of Kevin's cock and sperm filling my mouth. It didn't take long; as my knees bent and the spasms hit me again, I let out a quiet moan, lest the neighbor's dog hear me and start barking. I sprayed a fresh load of jizz into the weeds near the garage. I had cum three times in one evening. Was I imagining it, or were my loads getting bigger? I licked my hand, pulled up my shorts, and slipped through the back door. I was hoping to get upstairs unnoticed, but no dice. "Ricky...? Is that you?", my mother called, coming into the kitchen. I knew there would be an inquisition, and my brain raced for the answers before the questions hit. What my brain said, and what my mouth said were a little different. "What's happened?" (Well, I had sex with a bunch of the boys, Mom). "Why are you home?" (Just had a homosexual experience at Scotty's, Mom. Came home to wash up). "Whats going on with your hair?" (It's got cum all in it). "And where is your shirt?". (Covered in cum). "Are you wet?" (Yup, cum!) What have you been doing? " (Oh, you know, sucking, fucking, jerking off other boys). So many questions. Had to make some excuses. "Ah, Scotty and Patrick wouldn't stop fighting...I just felt like coming home. Tore my shirt when we were in the woods...also fell in the creek...sorry." "Rick! I knew it was a mistake to let you go over there to that crazy house. Sure you're ok?", Mom asked, giving me that look that meant she knew I was at least partways lying. "Yeah, um, I'm gonna go to bed now. " "OK son. See you in the morning", she kissed my forehead. Hopefully she couldn't taste too much of Kevin on me. I went upstairs, took off my shoes and shorts, peed, and fell naked in my bed, without showering. I was hard again, but too tired to do anything about it. I drifted off to sleep that night with the knowledge that my life would never quite be the same again. One afternoon the next week the doorbell rang. I heard my mother answer, and talk to someone with a familiar, low, deep voice, for a few minutes. She poked her head into the den where I was sprawled out with my hand half down my shorts (of course), watching a Star Trek rerun on TV. I had a huge crush on Mr. Chekov. "Ricky," she half-whispered. I quickly pulled out my hand. "There's..um... someone here for you...? Says he was wondering if you guys could... hang out? ". The look on her face told me she wasn't so sure about this. I wasn't sure either who it could be. I got up and went to the door. Patrick's football friend stood there. He was dressed in ripped jeans and a tight Earth Wind and Fire T-shirt, his biceps and broad chest bulging. The sun was low behind him and shone through his afro, giving him an almost godlike look. He had a small backpack slung over his shoulder. My eyes got really big. "Hey....", he said, a bit uncertainly. It was the first time I had heard him speak, other than that drawn out "Fuck", when I was jerking him off with my cock in his ass. "Hey...", I said back..." um..." I still did not know this boy's name. "Dante", he said. Wow. He even had a hot name, this young stud who I had lost my virginity to a few days earlier. "Thought we could, you know, hang ", he said. "It's Ricky, right? " My penis was already swelling uncomfortably as I heard his deep voice say my name. "Yeah. or Rick..whatever. Um...sure..." I said, trying to sound older than I was. "Want to see my room? " I didn't know what else to suggest. I was so totally shocked to see him again. I was staring at that sexy, teenage mustache, which lined the top of his beautiful upper lip, drawn back in a grin behind those perfect white teeth. "Cool, ", he said, and came into my house. This football player that I had fucked (I fucked! Shy little Ricky fucked!) last weekend, came into my house. MY house.... "Mom, I said...", this is my new friend...Dante. We're gonna... hang ...upstairs ...for a while". "Hi Dante." My mom was trying hard to disguise her surprise at having a handsome muscular black boy nearly twice as big as her introverted skinny white son come for a play date. "Hello." said Dante. God, that was a deep voice. "Let me know if you boys need anything to eat?", my Mom said. I had no idea where this afternoon was going, but I knew one thing, I hadn't been this excited to see someone in as long as I could remember. Were we just going to hang out? Play video games? Talk about..what...football? As we climbed the stairs, I got somewhat of an answer to my questions. "Hey", he said quietly. I paused on the landing and turned, looking up at him. He leaned in and kissed me, long and soft, parting my lips with a warm tongue before pulling back with a wide grin. Another first for me. I had never kissed anyone before. Without hesitation, I slid my hand down between his legs and gave his big penis a soft squeeze. He sighed. "My first repeat customer," I thought, as we continued up the stairs towards my room.