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| Scott |
When I walked into the house, I saw that my sister Louise and her husband Robert had arrived from Burlington, Vermont. It was great to see them. Later, during dinner, my Mom asked me about Scott. I told her we didn’t really hang out that much in school but that he had been so eager to see me now.
“I think most people in your class have left town”, my Mom said. “He’s probably thrilled to see you here.”
“Yeah, I guess. And he has been through a lot, so it makes sense.”
“Also, he is handsome as heck”, Mom then shared with the table.
“Mom!”, Louise said, shocked. “Dad’s right there!”
My father laughed.
“She has eyes, she can look!”, he said.
When we were clearing the table, Mom told me to invite Scott to the party the next day.
“Your face looked so happy when you were with him. I would love to see your face that happy tomorrow.”
I smiled. I sent Scott a text. He immediately replied and said he would love to come.
The next day consisted of celebrating my Mom’s birthday. Breakfast in bed, decorating the house, and preparing food and drinks for the party. In the afternoon, relatives started showing up. Uncle David and his wife Alicia, their son Douglas, and aunt Crystal and her husband Chad. Much like the last few times, they commented on how mature I looked and asked if I’d been working out. I had definitely seen the inside of a gym, but after seeing Scott, I felt like that scrawny little kid again. Some friends of my parents’ came, as well as some neighbors. And then he finally showed up.
Scott stood out like a sore thumb among the other party guests with his muscular body and his tight black button down shirt, which not only showed off his muscular arms and broad shoulders. The two top buttons were left unbuttoned, leaving his delicious chest exposed. He oozed sex appeal. He didn’t seem too aware of it, which made him even sexier. Scott politely shook everybody’s hand, as my aunt Crystal bumped into me and whispered, “Is that your boyfriend?”
I laughed.
“No, he’s just an old friend I ran into. We went to high school together.”
Louise came up to me and said, “Good taste, little brother”. Some of the neighbors recognized him from the shop where he worked.
Everybody seemed to like Scott. He stuck with me at the start, but when he went to get a drink, he got into a conversation with Robert and Chad. Their loud laughs echoed through the room. I couldn’t stop looking at him, but I felt like I had to be careful doing this with family around, and just sneakily glanced at him every once in a while.
There was a lavish buffet, most of which my Mom had insisted on preparing herself. When we ate, I sat next to Scott, and across from my Dad and my uncle David. Scott and David were getting to know each other, and like most people present, David wanted to know everything about Scott. Scott was telling him about his time in Afghanistan. I was talking with Dad. But when I heard my uncle David raise his voice I started listening to their conversation.
“I don’t like those folks who try and take away my gun!”
“All I’m saying is, I’ve been in a warzone, and I’d rather see only trained professionals own guns”, Scott answered calmly.
I think I fell in love with him instantly. This is exactly the argument I’ve been having with my uncle David for years.
“I don’t think it’s right that you fought for this country and yet you want to take away my rights!”, David raised his voice even more. The entire room was now silent and listening to their discussion.
“I… I don’t mean to upset you”, Scott stammered. The wrinkle was back.
“Well, you are!”
“But those rights, to me, are less valuable than all those lives that were taken because of gun violence.”
Uncle David looked angry.
“I-I’m sorry”, Scott stood up. “I’ll go. I’m sorry if I ruined your birthday”, he told my Mom, “and thanks for the lovely food.”
“Scott, no…”, my Mom started.
“No, it’s OK, I… I’m… it’s OK. Bye, Mel…”
He mumbled as he left.
My Mom gestured for me to go after Scott.
“How dare he come into this house…”, I heard David say.
I got up and left the house as well. I closed the door behind me and saw Scott walking down the road.
“Scott!”
He didn’t turn around. I started running.
“Scott, wait!”
He stopped walking and turned around. When he saw me, he put his hands out. I quickly got closer.
“I’m sorry, man”, he said.
“I love you for what you did back there”, I immediately said, still breathing heavy.
He laughed.
“I’ve been having this fight for years! And for him to hear it from the mouth of an airforce veteran… I just loved that!”
He laughed again and put his arm around me as we walked side by side.
“I thought I embarrassed myself completely in front of your family.”
“If anything, he did”, I said.
“That’s a relief.”
We walked along the cemetery on Hand Avenue. The road was empty, the sky grey. It was starting to get dark, but behind the large, leafy trees, I could still see the mountains. To feel Scott’s arm around me, made my heart pound. We passed Williams Street on our right. And then I saw the little playground and the soccer field, which was at the back of Elizabethtown-Lewis Central School. The school where Scott and I first met all those years ago.
“Let’s not go back there”, I said, talking about the party. I walked away from him and jumped the fence to the soccer field.
Scott laughed.
“I didn’t take you for a rebel, Mr Sanford!”
“Come on!”
Scott ran toward the fence and jumped over in one swift move.
“Wow, impressive!”, I said.
I noticed the third button of his shirt had popped open during his jump. He seemed to not be aware of this, or just didn’t care. Again, he put his arm around me as we walked across the field.
“This is where Coach Higgins always slapped me on the ass during practice”, Scott said.
I laughed.
“Did he do that to everyone?”
“I don’t think so. But already back then I had a big ass that was just asking for a slapping, I guess.”
I laughed again.
“It was OK, I kinda liked it.”
I did not know how to respond to that and kept quiet. I looked at the school building right in front of me.
“Can I ask you something, Mel?”
“Sure.”
“Are you gay?”
I stopped dead in my tracks immediately. I did not see that question coming.
“I’m just asking, because your neighbor asked if I was your boyfriend.”
“Yeah… Yeah I am.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know. I guess it didn’t come up. Or, maybe... I didn’t feel comfortable telling someone I know from a time when I really needed to be closeted.”
He nodded.
“I understand.”
We were silent for a few seconds and walked toward the soccer goal. Scott sat down by it. I could see down his shirt and his huge pecs were just gorgeous.
“Is that why you moved to New York? Is it better to be gay there?”
“It might be why I stayed”, I said as I sat down next to him. “Because yes, it is better in many ways.”
“I have always wondered, you know…”
“About New York?”
“About being gay.”
I was silent and looked at him. He wasn’t looking at me, but slowly turned his head. His wrinkle was large, his eyes beautiful.
“I had sex with a guy”, he said. “Once. With an army buddy. We were drunk. And I was the one getting fucked. I remember liking it. I mean, it’s not that bad.”
I smiled. That was a hot story.
“It isn’t!”, I said, shrugging. “It’s actually really good.”
He laughed.
He wanted to know more about my life in New York. I told him about my apartment and my friends. He seemed fascinated.
“Would you mind if I came and visited?”
“Not at all!”, I said, “I’d love it!”
Only a few days ago I would never have imagined saying that to someone from high school. I realized I was starting to develop a crush.
“I feel like my life has stalled since my divorce”, Scott said as he looked down and played with the grass. “I feel like I need a new start.”
“Are you considering moving to New York?”
He shrugged.
“Maybe.”
“I can help you with that if you want to.”
“Really?”
He looked at me and smiled.
“Sure!”
“You’re the best.”
Scott startled me when he put a hand on my knee. We looked at each other and I knew I had reached full mast. There was some definite chemistry there.
“You know you’re a really sexy guy”, he then said.
“What?”
“You are!”
I was starting to feel slightly confused.
“Right back atcha”, was the only thing I could come up with to say.
And then Scott turned away and looked ahead.
“I could kill for a drink. Wanna go over to mine?”, he said as he stood up.
“I… I’m going to need a moment before I can stand up”, I admitted.
Scott laughed.
“No, seriously.”
“I turn you on, huh? Prove it!”
He took my hand and pulled me up. My boner was standing diagonally against my hip. I was wearing boxerbriefs and there was a clear outline.
“Wow, that’s sort of hot”, he said as he looked at my crotch.
I blushed.
“Walk it off”, he said, chuckling.
When we got back to the fence, Scott crouched down to tighten his shoelaces. I saw the band of a jockstrap creep up out of his trousers. We jumped back over the fence, walked in the direction of my parents’ house and took a left onto Williams Street. We passed the Church of the Good Shepherd, the white church that stood out even now as it was getting more and more dark.
“Would you walk hand in hand with a boyfriend in New York?”
“Yeah, sometimes”, I replied.
I felt Scott take my hand. I looked around and there was no-one. I looked at Scott. He smiled and winked at me. I smiled back.
Williams Street took us back to Court Street, the busiest street in town. A car passed now and then. Scott let go of my hand. We took a right. Across the street was Town Hall. An older gentleman passed us on the sidewalk. We left the town center as Court Street went downhill.
“Do you live far?”
Scott shook his head.
At the first intersection, we crossed the street and went left on Water Street. We crossed the bridge over the little river.
“I live next to Bub’s Pizza & Deli”, he said as he pointed across the street. I knew the place. He took my hand again as we crossed the street and took the outside stairs up to his place. Watching his big ass go up the stairs in front of me, was just a short slice of heaven.
Scott let me into his apartment. It was slightly messy, in some ways a standard straight guy’s bachelor’s pad.
“Do you want a drink?”
“Sure!”
I sat down on his leather couch. He came back with two glasses of whiskey.
“So this is where I’ve lived since the divorce. Can you imagine why I feel like leaving?”
I chuckled.
“It’s not that bad!”, I said. “It just needs some work. It’s not big, but a New York apartment of this size is a fortune.”
“I’ll bet”, he said.
I looked Scott over. Now that he was sitting next to me at exactly the right angle, the openings in between the buttons of the shirt were showing some skin. As hairy as his chest was, his stomach looked smooth. His jeans showed a nice bulge.
“What would you like to do if you were to move to New York? Like, what kind of job?”
“I honestly don’t know. There are a few things I am interested in. Cars, sports… food.”
“Food?”
“Yeah, I love to cook. I’ve always wanted to have my own restaurant.”
“Tough industry, but I know someone who works as a chef.”
“Oh wow… that could be amazing!”
“Well, you just determine what you want to do. I promise I’ll help.”
“You’re the best, you know that?”
I blushed.
Scott downed his whiskey and put it on the coffee table. He looked at me.
“Can I kiss you?”, he asked me.
I must have looked really confused.
“Well, can I?”, he asked again. He was leaning toward me. I could smell his cologne.
“Do you want to kiss me so I will help you?”
He stopped getting closer to me.
“No. I want to kiss you, because you’re sexy.”
“OK.”
I took the back of Scott’s neck and pulled him closer. We kissed passionately. He started breathing heavily immediately as he lifted my long-sleeve T-shirt and felt up my body underneath. I ripped open Scott’s shirt and heard the buttons bounce across the room. I took the shirt off him as he lifted mine. His chest was hairy, but his stomach was shaven completely. His abs were visible, but his body was more beefy than cut. We stood up, still kissing, and moved to his bedroom, now shirtless.
He got on his knees and took my jeans off, as well as my underwear. My large cock bounced up as he freed it.
“Oh my gosh, Mel. You are massive!”, Scott exclaimed right before putting my dick in his mouth. He was the one moaning as he slobbered on my cock. It was clear he may not have sucked a dick very often, but his warm mouth did the job. At one point he stopped and looked up at me.
“Do you want to fuck my ass?”
I smiled.
“Can I?”
“Sure! People just seem to love it”, he said as he stood up and undid his jeans. He slid them down to reveal a blue jock. He turned around and got on the bed on all fours.
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| Scott |
“Your ass is beautiful”, I mumbled.
I got on my knees by the bed and started eating him out. His ass was heaven. I buried my face deep as I heard Scott moaning. After a while I stopped. Scott looked back at me and said in a surprised tone, “Nobody has ever licked my ass before! That was amazing!”
Scott gave me a condom from his nightstand, which I slipped on my cock as he took off his jock. I slowly entered his hole. He seemed a little apprehensive, but soon he opened up. His ass was still tight and it felt amazing. His moans were long and deep. He put his head down on the duvet and his ass was up. His fleshy, beefy cheeks felt amazing as they slapped against my hips.
“Your cock is so deep inside of me”, he suddenly said.
“Is it OK?”
“Yes, I love it. Don’t stop!”
I flipped Scott over and got him to hold his knees up. I entered him again and his eyes widened.
“Oh my God. This feels so good.”
I started fucking him faster and faster. I could tell he was loving it. His own cock was rock hard as it slapped against his stomach with my every thrust. We looked straight at each other. It was quite an intense fuck. Until suddenly he gasped and looked down on himself.
“I’m… I’m cumming!”
He sounded very surprised as squirt after squirt flew across his abs.
“Ohhhhh….”, was all he could utter.
I continued fucking him slowly as he came. His body shuddered in pleasure.
“Hold me”, he said softly.
I bent forward, my cock still inside of him, and held him.
“That was amazing. The best sex I’ve had. You’re a God, man.”
I smiled.
“You liked that, huh?”
“I sure did.”
We laid in bed and cuddled for half an hour. We talked about all sorts of things. He told me that he had been fantasizing about me hypnotizing him again, and what I would make him do. He asked me about gay clubs in New York, coming out, and past boyfriends. At one point while I was talking, he stroked my chest and then my stomach. He felt my penis, which was still semi-hard. He stroked it lightly. I had lost my train of thought and stopped talking. We fucked a second time. Again, I made him cum quite unexpectedly, but this time I also finished and shot a great load all over Scott’s chest.
The next morning, I woke up holding Scott. He was still asleep in my arms. I smelled his hair. It had been a long time since I had had this feeling. We had fucked four times during the night. I felt his ass with my hand and stroked it lightly without waking him up. I realized my Mom must be worried sick, but I just couldn’t move yet. It was only 7:39 AM. I held Scott until he woke up.
He looked back at me and smiled. He kissed me. I felt butterflies. As Scott got up and made breakfast for me while still naked, and I watched, I quickly texted Mom that I had spent the night at Scott’s. I apologized for missing the rest of her birthday. She texted back, excitedly:
‘YAY! This is the best present you could have given me! You two are so cute together.’
I smiled. I decided not to text back yet. I watched Scott’s butt move around the kitchen as he made us coffees and scrambled eggs on toast. It was a view I could get used to.
I got back to my parents’ house late in the morning. My Mom said that she still had a great birthday after Scott and I had left and that her favorite part had been to see uncle David lose an argument about gun control. She told me to invite Scott back over for my last night in Elizabethtown, so she could apologize for her brother.
That night, Scott and I had dinner with my parents, my sister and her husband. It felt like the first of many. Scott touched my knee under the table repeatedly. That night we stayed at his place and fucked again. He was becoming a very eager bottom. The sex was incredibly hot and I knew Scott felt the same.
The next morning I woke up and Scott was no longer in bed. I found him on the sofa, naked, staring out the window.
“Scott, are you OK?”
“Oh Hey. Good morning”, he said.
“Yeah, I’m doing OK. I couldn’t sleep.”
He paused.
“I was thinking… I always considered myself to be straight. But… I really really like you.”
I smiled.
“I like you too.”
I had never had that much trouble saying goodbye to Elizabethtown as I did that day.
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