All people noted are over 18. If under 18 or illegal where you live please do not read.
Life with Scottie, Continued, Introducing Cousin Wayne
Several months passed and Scottie bid a sad farewell to Rick's 18yo dick and seemingly endless supply of cum. Rick seemed excited to experience college life but I know he was also a little bummed to be losing the convenience of Scottie's mouth. Given his good looks I was sure he'd have no problem finding another cocksucker, male or female.
Things were pretty quiet with us. A few visitors here and there when things needed to be spiced up. One day I came home from work and Scottie seemed hesitant. Like he wanted to tell me something but was unsure how to ask. Finally, over dinner, he fessed up that he had received a call from his dad earlier that day. Apparently his cousin was planning a trip to Texas and needed a place to crash. Fuck, I hate family.
Still, though, Scottie seemed to be dancing around the whole thing until I told him after working all day I wasn't going to spend my evening trying to draw the details out of him.
Wayne was a few years younger and they never spent too much time together until Wayne's family moved closer to Scottie. Scottie moved away a few years later to pursue his love for cock away from his more closed minded relatives. Wayne stayed close to home, got into a bit of trouble here and there, drank too much and hung with the wrong crowd.
It seemed now, at 23, his family had enough and he was told to get to the city and make his own way. Our place was to be the launching board for his new life.
He hadn't seen Wayne since a trip back home when he was 23 and Wayne was 20. Apparently Scottie needed a breather from the family during that visit and decided to venture out to some of his old haunts. There was a local recreation park outside of town with baseball diamonds, basketball courts, hiking trails, etc. Scottie knew the area well as this is where his cock supply came from before he moved. He was only hoping the well hadn't dried up too much.
Several hours later found our dear Scottie on his knees reliving old times swallowing a stranger on the hiking trail. What he hadn't counted on was Wayne and his buddies used the same area to hang out and drink beer and shoot the shit.
Apparently Wayne spotted Scottie when he first arrived and when he headed into the brush he and his two friends followed quietly. They knew fags came out there a lot to cruise for dick and enjoyed roughing them up once in a while for fun. He always got the feeling something was off about Scottie and now it made sense. His own cousin was a fuckin pole smoker!
When they caught up to Scottie they had a side view of him doing his best to impale his throat on an average white dude's rock hard piece. Watching quietly, concealed behind the bushes, he stared dumbfounded and disgusted. The first reaction was to leap out and beat the shit out of both of them. His friends were snickering muttering things like "damn, your cuz really likes dick man, look at that whore go". He soon realized his own reputation could be in jeopardy if he didn't do something.
Scottie made short work of his gentleman feeder and soon the soft grunts of a man losing his load drifted into the early evening air. After the post orgasm milking, squeezing the cock from the bottom to see if there was one more drop of nectar, Scottie dutifully kissed the cock head and put his prize back in the man's pants and remained kneeling while he walked away.
Seizing the moment, Wayne and company walked out of the bushes to find a very surprised and petrified Scottie. The usual begging began, please don't tell anyone, etc. Wayne remained silent until one of his buddies decided the price for silence. When Scottie grew hesitant and looked to Wayne to intervene he was answered coldly, "fags do what they're told".
About thirty minutes and three swallowed loads later Scottie hadn't necessarily bought silence, only rented it. For the rest of his stay there cousin Wayne made good use of his new found cumhole. He and his buddies also found out that a fags ass could substitute for the real pussy they never seemed to be able to score.
So, when faced with the problem of being politely asked to leave home, Wayne asked Scottie's father to put in a good word with him to see if he could start over in the big city with his favorite cousin.
By the end of the story I was, not surprisingly, balls deep in his ass. I gave my permission with the squirt of my load.
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Scottie knows his ass is grass and heads in to the house for me to deal with the kid.
Then I thought what the fuck! It's MY god damn house and MY god damn yard. If I want to use MY whore's throat in the back yard to clean out the pipes it's none of his damn business. Besides, the whole neighborhood knows we're gay already.
"Hey Rick, how's it goin".
"Um, good Jeff...um...you?".
"Well I'm doing much better now but I guess you can understand that".
"Um...sure. I'm real sorry, I knocked and rang the bell and when no one answered I thought I'd check If ya'll were back here".
"Whacha need buddy, everything alright with the folks?".
"Um...yea".
This was going nowhere fast.
"Scottie!" I yelled towards the house. "Bring Rick a coke".
Scottie poked his head out of the sliding door. "Yes Sir". "Rick, what would you like?".
"Um..diet Dr Pepper I guess, gotta keep the weight off for wrestlin".
Rick and I took a seat and he explained he was selling raffle tickets for his graduating class before he embarks on his college wrestling career. All the celebrations were pretty much done and paid for but his class was still working on their gift to the school.
As I was digging the cash out of my wallet I decided it would be best to acknowledge what he walked in on earlier.
"Rick, about what you saw earlier...We consider what happens here to be our business"
"Naw, Jeff, that was my fault for bardgin in like that. Is Scottie OK though?"
He was surprised at my laugh so I explained to him that Scottie enjoyed the submissive role and he very much enjoys pleasing men.
"You mean he does that for more than just you?!?!?".
Fuck, how'd that slip out?
With the cat out of the bag I had the talk with Rick that, yes, sometimes I allow other guys to use Scottie. It's not that difficult to relate to the mind of an 18 yr old healthy male that lots of guys need a convenient and private way to get off without using the rosy palm. Again, it's our business and no one is getting hurt.
"Damn, what a fa...um..well, he sure is gay I guess"
"It's ok Rick, you can say it. I'm gay but Scottie IS a faggot, and he likes to be treated like one"
"Can I have a turn?" His comfort level was obviously improving.
"No problem Rick, we'll call it a graduation gift", I said with a smile. "Scottie! Get your ass out here!"
With Scottie on his way over I told Rick that if he would prefer some privacy I could have Scottie take him inside and service him.
"Hell Jeff, I seen you feed him, I guess we're passed bein shy, huh?"
Scottie arrived and I was so fuckin happy. This little cunt that thought he was so clever with his little gargling trick and showing off earlier. Now I get the upper hand! Scottie mumbled a tentative "Yes Sir?"
"I told Rick what a fag you are for cock, not that he needed any explanation after seeing me using you like a $2 whore. I just realized I forgot to get him a graduation present. Hit your knees and suck out a load from him, and he had BETTER tell me when it's over that it's the best head he's ever had."
Defeated but also excited (whore!), Scottie moved to where Rick was now grinning his face off and knelt before him and slowly reached for his zipper.
"Holy fuck I can't believe he does that just cuz you tell him to! What a sorry ass fag!"
Rick was laughing his ass off until his pride and joy hit daylight, and quickly thereafter hit the back of Scottie's throat.
I hadn't really thought that maybe, due to his age, Rick hadn't gotten the pleasure of receiving head from an accomplished cocksucker. LOL, he looked like someone just tazed him.
Being raised in the south it wasn't difficult to see that Rick had been taught that being a fag was about as low as you could get. This normally polite young man turned in to a redneck quicker than shit! Faggot, cocksucker, bitch whore, slut, ahhh, music to my ears. I just sipped my beer and enjoyed the show.
The show, I might add, lasted all of about 8 minutes. I guess at 18 the first one is a hair trigger. Rick had a fistful of hair holding Scottie in place until he was satisfied that he was finished unloading. Scottie treated him to the same service everyone else received. The new master was shown his cum before being given permission to swallow and I dismissed him back into the house.
Rick and I talked for a bit afterwards and, to Scottie's credit, he did tell me that it was the best blow he's ever gotten, not that he had a lot to compare it to. Just a few steamy sessions here and there with some of the female wrestling groupies.
Such a fine young man and seemed to have his shit together. Graduating high school, off to college, supporting his class with the raffle. All this, plus the fact that it fuckin got me hot as hell to see him in action prompted me to extend him an invitation.
"Rick, I know you're off to college in the fall. You'll have a lot going on between now and then trying to get ready for your first NCAA wrestling season, training, preparing for classes, all that stuff. I want you to know you're welcome to use my fag any time you need a quick release to stay focused. Even when I'm at the office, consider this an open invitation to use the slut when you feel the need. Just keep this to yourself, I don't want any pre-frat parties in my living room."
A bigger grin I've never seen. We shook hands and I beckoned Scottie from the house again to give him the news. Before he arrived, I couldn't resist. Look, I just couldn't fucking resist! I leaned in and muttered to Rick what any straight 18 year old jock from the south would have no problem with and he nodded.
After telling the cocksucker he was to be on call, Rick spit in Scottie's face, smiled, and said "Be seein ya real soon faggot!".
Fuckin priceless.
Which brings me where we are today. I didn't realize when I extended the invitation that Rick was going to set up house in Scottie's throat. More and more chores aren't getting done by the time I get home and usually when I walk through the door all I hear is that faggot trying to gag down Rick's 9 inch monster.
I'll need to set up some more strict house rules, but in the meantime, sounds like there's a pretty good show I need to go watch!
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