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| Scott |
My friend Dennis and I shared a car, that I wasn’t able to use for the long weekend back in Elizabethtown. Now that I had opened my own hypnotherapy practice, I could afford my own car, yet hadn’t bought one. I wasn’t sure if Dennis was able to afford his own car at this point and out of loyalty I continued to share this one. Dennis lived in the same apartment building, and it had just been quite easy. It was for similar reasons I was still living in this apartment. It was nice enough, but I was hoping to live in a nicer area in the near future.
I got in my car, and drove onto Fulton Avenue, turning left onto Clinton Street at the traffic lights. At the BP gas station I knew to turn right. It was such a grey part of town, it lacked the charm of other parts of New York. It had been a relatively good place to live in as rent wasn’t as high, and the distance to the city wasn’t so bad. After living here for 4 years, I found myself daydreaming about living in other places.
On Peninsula Boulevard, I passed the mall on my right. I was starting to get more and more excited about seeing Scott again. It had been almost two weeks exactly since I had said goodbye to him back in Elizabethtown. I had promised him I would help him with a move to New York. He had given his boss his two weeks’ notice and I had arranged a meeting with my friend Francesco, who is a chef in a high-end restaurant in Manhattan. I had decided to let Scott live with me to get on his feet. It would fast-forward our relationship quite a bit, yet I felt comfortable with the thought of having him around in my apartment.
I was already on the Southern State Parkway crossing Hempstead Lake, which would lead me into the city. During the past few weeks, I had given Scott some space, as the last time I had seen him he had been trying to come to terms with his sexuality. I sometimes wanted to send him sexy photos, but I hadn’t. Scott had very often sent me the sweetest messages about how he missed me and how he dreamt about seeing me again. The texts were never particularly sexual though. We would sometimes call, and hearing his voice would turn me on to no end. I hadn’t mentioned this to him.
I changed onto the Cross Island Parkway into Queens. I wondered if things between Scott and me would be different once we would see each other again. The chemistry had been so palpable back in Elizabethtown, so I couldn’t imagine it would be. Then again, we had only seen each other a few days a few weeks ago, so rationally it seemed so early for us to be moving together. Emotionally though, I felt like it would be just fine, especially because it would only be temporarily.
I took exit 30W and ended up on the I-495. I was driving straight through Queens, fantasizing about seeing Scott again. That wide smile, those brown eyes. His big, hairy chest, his perky, bubbly butt. My jeans got tight at the thought of running my hands across his body. I saw the tall buildings of New York City in the distance when I realized I had already reached the Queens Midtown Expressway. I smiled. Not much longer now.
I got near to the tunnel and there was quite a lot of traffic. Even on a Sunday. I checked my watch. Scott’s bus was scheduled to arrive at 1.30. I wasn’t in trouble yet. Once inside the tunnel, everything was fine. On the other end, I ended up right in the middle of all the skyscrapers. there was a lot of traffic on 37th Street, but I managed to squeeze through. On the intersection with 5th, I took a quick glance at the Empire State Building.
“Right. Bus station”, I said out loud as I turned right on 8th Avenue. I knew there were several pick-up points and there was hardly anywhere to park. I saw the terminal, but it said ‘Taxis only’. I remembered this from the last time I picked up someone from here. I had instructed Scott quite specifically on where to walk to. I passed the New York Times building and turned left on 42nd. I immediately saw him standing by the bus stop with his suitcase. He looked amazing. The same grey zip-up hoodie I had worn shortly in Elizabethtown, this time zipped up, and some tight, black tracksuit pants with white stripes on the sides.
I turned onto the sidewalk and stopped. Scott immediately had a suspicion it was me and rolled his suitcase toward my car. I opened the door and got out. He walked faster toward me and hugged me so tight.
“It’s so good to see you, Mel. I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too”, I said.
Only then Scott let go of me. I opened the door to the backseat so Scott could drop in his suitcase. He walked around to get in on the other side. I drove off, back to where I came from.
Having Scott next to me in my car gave me butterflies. I kept catching him looking at me during the drive.
“I forgot how good-looking you are”, he even said at one point.
I blushed.
“I remembered exactly how good-looking you are”, was my reply.
He laughed. The chemistry was definitely still there.
In midtown, Scott seemed in awe of the skyscrapers.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been here”, he said.
On the way back, we talked about all that we had been up to, even though we had texted each other and kept each other updated every day since we had last seen each other.
Back in Queens, I asked him if he wasn’t tired from the long trip.
“No, I’m way too excited to see you! And I slept on the bus a little bit.”
Yet the closer we got to Hempstead, I noticed him drifting away more. Conversation stopped and his head fell forward onto his chest. He looked adorable. Although the chemistry was still there, the conversations between us still seemed on the level of a friendship. Much like before we hooked up in Elizabethtown, there was a distance between us, with a casual flirt thrown in every now and then. I really wasn’t sure what would happen once we would get to my apartment.
When I parked I had to wake him up. I touched his chest.
“Scott?”
“Hmm?”
“We’re here.”
“Oh.”
He laughed.
“I’m sorry.”
“No problem!”
We took the elevator to my apartment and Scott let his head lean against my shoulder.
“I’m so happy I’m finally here”, he said.
I looked at us in the reflection of the elevator doors. We did look great together. I felt his hand on my back. I smelled his hair. Suddenly I was certain. Our relationship was still sexual. He was touchy feely with me in the same way he was the last day in Elizabethtown. I finally felt confident. The elevator doors opened.
I showed Scott around my apartment and he seemed impressed.
“This is really nice”, he said, “I could get used to this.”
I laughed. I showed him the bedroom and the closet space I had cleared for him.
“Thank you so much!”
“No problem”, I said, “I don’t have that many clothes anyway.”
He hugged me tightly.
“Would you mind if I get changed and then we walk around, so I get used to the area?”
“Sure!”
I went out to the living room and sat down, waiting for him to change. The tension between us was electrifying. It was actually quite exciting. We were two people crushing on each other in the early stages. The question was really, the early stages of what?
“Can I ask you a favor before we go?”, I heard from the other side of the door.
“Of course!”
“I’ve been waiting for this ever since I knew I was coming here”, Scott said.
The door opened. He walked into the living room in just the sexiest white jockstrap. The outline of his cock and his circumcised head showed through. I got hard instantly. I felt my eyes might pop out of my skull.
“Please fuck my ass”, he said calmly, smiling.
I tried to speak, but all that came out was mumbling. I stood up, and felt my cock pressing against the crotch of my jeans. My eyes only had time for Scott’s body. His beefy chest was the perfect amount of hairy like always, his stomach was hairless, and the lines of his hips were shaped like a V. Just over the top of the waistband I noticed some pubes. His thick thighs were just beautiful. I looked back up at his face and caught him licking his lips while looking at my crotch. I walked toward him, grabbed his head in my hands and kissed him.
The kiss was just full of passion. Scott’s hands wandered from my sides to my crotch. My cock twitched in my jeans and I felt Scott’s was growing in his pouch as well. One of my hands travelled down his back and squeezed one of his fat cheeks. He moaned into my mouth. I needed to fuck him at that very moment. I pushed Scott back into the bedroom and pushed him onto my bed. I took off my T-shirt and my jeans. Scott slipped off his jock and his hard cock bounced into my view. I still had my underwear on, but I needed to feel his cock in my mouth. It was a nice 6’’ cock when erect.
“Oh my God”, Scott uttered in a high pitch. “You’re so good at that!”
I looked up at him while sucking his cock. He folded his arms behind his head and seemed to be in ecstasy. His moans were like music to my ears as I really went to town on him.
“I’m… I’m going to cum”, he said.
He held my head in between his hands as he shot his load right in my throat.
“Unghhh… ohhhh….”
I felt his silky, warm cum hit the back of my mouth and I swallowed it immediately.
“That was a delicious load”, I said, looking up at him. He needed my shoulder to balance on.
“That was intense”, he said, as he gave up trying to balance and sat down on the bed.
I stood up and showed off my erection.
“We’re not done”, I said.
Scott already seemed exhausted, but when he saw my boner a smile appeared on his face. He turned around and sat on the bed on all fours. I got a condom from my night-stand and put it on. Scott looked back at me. I could see the desire in his eyes. I entered him. Slowly at first.
“Ohhh… oh my God… your cock… it’s… fuck…”
I increased my speed slowly but surely. I felt his hole getting used to me again, confirmed by his vocalizations.
“Oh yeah… oh wow…”
His ass jiggled just right there in front of me as my hips slapped into it, and I couldn’t help but grab it and squeeze it. It was like those massive cheeks were just made for my hands. I felt I was getting close and soon I came inside of Scott’s ass, reasonably quickly. The orgasm felt so intense to me as well.
The next thing I remembered, I woke up. Scott and I had fallen asleep in each other’s arms. It felt so right to have him right here in my bed. The smell of sex was still in the room. I could just stay here forever. I smiled when I thought about how quick the sex had just been. We had clearly missed each other’s bodies. I felt Scott’s body move as he slowly woke up. He looked straight at me, his eyes still looking sleepy.
“I’ve missed waking up with you”, he said.
“Same”, I replied as I kissed him.
“Are you hungry?”, he then asked.
“Yeah, can I take you somewhere? To celebrate your move?”
His face contorted.
“I’d rather stay in with just you”, he said.
“Sure. We can order in?”
Suddenly a smile stretched across his face.
“I’ll make you something!”
He suddenly jumped out of my arms and out of the bed and jogged out of the bedroom. His big butt wobbled up and down out of my sight.
“What’s in your fridge?”
I got up and followed him. I found him bent forward and checking the contents of my refrigerator.
“Oh, this is perfect. I can make you something, we’ll make it all romantic”, he said, looking at me, wiggling his eyebrows. I stood next to him and squeezed his butt.
“Good practice for my meeting”, he concluded as he started taking out vegetables and putting them on the counter.
“Sounds good”, I said.
I had offered to help, but Scott was all caught up in trying to make the perfect meal. I enjoyed just watching his naked body move around my kitchen. So after some help with finding some things around my kitchen, he was completely in his element. Within half an hour, my entire apartment smelled great. My stomach growled. And in no time, I was setting the table. When I took the first bite, I was amazed.
“It’s penne with breaded chicken breast in a tomato sauce.”
“How did you do this? It’s all ingredients from the Bravo Food Market?”
Scott laughed.
“It’s not a bad food market, clearly!”
“No, this is all you. It doesn’t taste like this when I make it.”
Scott smiled and raised his eyebrows.
“It’s one of the meals on the menu your friend works at. I wanted to try it out.”
“Well, you did great!”
There was something so hot and yet romantic about this dinner in my apartment for which we were both naked. After dinner we cuddled on the sofa, which soon ended in sex again. Scott rode my dick for the first time. To see his erect cock flopping up and down as well as seeing his expressions of pleasure as we were fucking was just perfect. His cock shot off a big load onto my and his own stomach. The sight was so hot that I couldn’t help but shoot my load while I was still inside of him.
That night I woke up. I got scared when I suddenly saw someone sitting against the wall under the window, naked with their legs folded up and their arms wrapped around. It was Scott. He was hyperventilating.
“Hey… babe… are you OK?”
He had no response. I got out of bed and came to sit next to him. I put my hand on his shoulder, but his body language made it clear he would prefer not to be touched.
“Breathe, Scott… breathe. In… and out….”
He tried to mimic my rhythm of breathing and was starting to calm down.
“Hey… what happened?”
“I… I…. Dream…”
He still had trouble breathing. I now saw the tears were rolling down his face. It was odd to see this side of Scott so soon after seeing him so happy.
“I don’t understand”, I said.
“Night…mare.”
Then it clicked. It must have been a symptom of his PTSD.
“Hey Scott. Do you remember this?”
I put my finger in front of him.
“Can you focus on my finger?”
He slowly nodded.
“There’s a little magnet in the tip of my finger. And there’s one right in the middle of your forehead. Do you notice how my finger keeps coming closer?”
I slowly moved the finger toward him. I already noticed his breathing slowing down more and more. He definitely was a good subject. His unconscious remembered the experience and was already relaxing the body accordingly.
“Yeah, that’s right, you remember… relax your face, your head, your shoulders…. Then your chest, your arms, your stomach…”
I already noticed his arms falling to the floor. My finger came closer and closer to his face. His mouth had already dropped open.
“…Relax your legs, all the way down to the tips of your toes. And relax your mind. When the finger hits your forehead, there is no room for thoughts.”
My finger was nearly there and I already saw his eyelids flutter. Once the two connected, I said, “Sleep, deeply and effortlessly.”
Scott’s body toppled over toward me, his head resting on my shoulder.
“That’s it… deeper and deeper…”
I knew now was not the time for a hypnotherapy session, but I knew I should maybe propose one at a later time. I planted a suggestion of staying relaxed, forgetting about the nightmare and feeling tired enough to fall asleep. I got Scott back up out of his trance.
“Oh, hey”, he said when he came up.
“How are you?”
“OK now… did you hypnotize me?”
“I did.”
“It helped. Thanks.”
He hugged me.
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