Misery

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Misery 3 by: Chip Dyp (chipdyp@hotmail.com)

I stood in the dimly lit room kissing Scott. His hands had worked their way under my shirt, while mine were caressing his beautiful butt. Scott let out a little moan and ground his crotch against mine. I moaned my approval and shuddered slightly. I wanted more of this beautiful boy. I wanted all of him.

Scott broke the kiss and lifted up my shirt. I lifted my arms and let Scott pull the shirt from me. His fingertips barely grazed my nipple but the sensation was exquisite. Scott turned me around and began kissing my neck. His hands continued to rove over my bare chest, just barely touching my skin but driving me wild none-the-less.

Slowly his hands started drifting lower and lower. When he started fumbling with the button on my khaki's, I pulled away and turned around. All this attention was flattering, but I wanted him to feel as good as I was feeling. I began kissing his cheek, and his neck and his ears. God, he tasted so good. So fresh, so clean.

I pulled his shirt out from the waist band of his pants and began caressing Scott's chest. It was so hot, and slick from sweat. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier as I teased his body. I reached down and stroked his rampant cock through his jeans. Scott whimpered and bucked his hips as I continued rubbing his cock. I was surprised when Scott pulled back and put up his hand to stop me.

"Can we stop for a second, Mitchell?" Scott asked. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down at the floor.

"Sure." I sat down beside him. I didn't know what to think while we sat in silence. I knew I wanted Scott, and I thought that he wanted me, but did he really? Maybe I was doing something wrong. This was my first time. I really didn't know what I was doing. I was just trying to do what I thought would pleasure Scott. I looked over at Scott. He was breathing hard and looking at the floor.

Cautiously, I leaned in and spoke to him quietly. "Scott, I uh--, um, look. This is my first time. If I'm doing something wrong, tell me. I can--"

Scott turned his head suddenly and looked at me in surprise. "Oh, Mitchell, no. It's not what you are doing. You're...you've got me so turned on that I'm ready to shoot, right now."

"Oh." I was now very confused and Scott quickly picked up on that.

"This is my first time too. I don't want to ruin it by cumming in my underwear. I want you to enjoy this."

"I am enjoying this, Scott." I moved my hand back to his heart and kissed Scott on the cheek. "I'm enjoying this a lot."

Scott turned towards me and smiled shyly. I smiled back and stood up. "Let's solve this little problem you have."

Scott furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head. I took his hand and encouraged him to stand. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his body. I could see the waistband of his boxers poking up from underneath his jeans. Knowing that Scott was near the edge, I didn't waste any time kissing his chest, even though I was dying to. I unbuttoned his jeans and firmly pulled them and his underwear down in one abrupt motion.

"Oh God," Scott cried out as his body convulsed.

I looked at his thick, erect cock for a few seconds and then licked up the precum that was running down the shaft. Scott whimpered and began thrusting his hips in an innate humping motion. I wrapped my lips around the head of the erect penis and swirled my tongue around the engorged head of his cock. There was another spurt of pre-cum before Scott screamed again and forced his cock deeper into my willing mouth. His cock pulsed several times, forcing his creamy load into my mouth. Scott grabbed my head and held it there, as he gradually collapsed onto the bed. I took as much of Scott's pent-up load as I could, but the excess dribbled down my chin.

Scott released my head and looked down at me. I watched his hairless chest as it rose and fell in time with his deep breaths. There was nary a blemish on his taut chest. His dime sized nipples poked out from the lightly tanned flesh. His belly button was small, and wasn't very deep. The only hair on his torso was a faint trail of brown hair leading to his proud, strong member. There were small tufts of brown hair poking out from under his thin arms. They weren't frail by any means, but they weren't overly muscular either.

I stayed on my knees in front of Scott, looking in awe at his beautiful body. This is the closest I had ever been to another man, and I wanted to remember everything about Scott. He was my first, and I wanted to remember this for as long as I lived. When I looked at his cock again, I noticed a small pearl-like drop of cum as it oozed out the tip. I leaned in and licked up this final drop of cum and then looked up at Scott. His eyes were still closed, and he still hadn't caught his breath.

I stared at Scott's cock and balls. They were just lying there now, nestled in bed of curly light brown hair. His once steel hard cock was now flaccid and lying on top of his still drawn up sac. I wanted to caress his balls, to hold them in my hand and roll them around, but I couldn't. They were tucked deep between his legs, and I was scared that I'd hurt him.

"So, do you like what you see?" Scott asked. When I looked up at Scott he was looking down at me, with a shy smile on his face. When our eyes met, Scott started giggling. He reached down, and wiped the cum I couldn't swallow from my face. He went to wipe it on the blanket, but I took his hand and licked his fingers clean.

"You taste good," I said to Scott as I stood. "And you are very beautiful."

Scott kicked his pants and underwear from his legs and then stood before me. "What I've seen of you is very beautiful, and I'm sure that when I finish undressing you, your beauty will eclipse anything I have to offer."

I blushed and looked at the ground. Scott unbuttoned my khaki's and slid them down my legs. He placed his hand on my chest and let it fall down my torso and into my boxer's. He gently squeezed the tip of my hardness, coaxing out yet another thin stream of precum. From the time we walked into the bedroom, I had been leaking precum. The front of my boxers were literally soaked with my body's natural lubrication.

Scott's free hand reached into my boxers, and in concert with the hand that was already there pushed my boxers down my legs. "I was right," Scott whispered in my ear. "You are beautiful."

I whimpered as Scott's hand cupped my balls and squeezed them gently. He began rolling them about in his hand, much like I had wanted to do to him earlier. Scott kept kissing my chest, while his other hand held me firmly. Scott released my balls and gently pushed me back onto the bed.

As I lay there looking at the ceiling, Scott took my left leg and gently massaged my calf muscles. He kissed my knee and then began kissing lower and lower. I watched as he sat on the edge of the bed, and massaged my foot. I groaned and arched my back.

"Like that?" Scott continued to work on my foot.

"Oh God, yes," I groaned. I lay back on the bed and looked up at Scott.

His back muscles were highlighted in the faint light from the lamp on the night table. I stared at him, watching as the muscles in his neck tensed as he played with me. I followed the bumps on his spine with my eyes as I traced my way down to his butt. I could barely make out the start of his crack in this light, a most remarkable tease.

Scott's muscles flexed, and he pivoted himself to begin massaging my other foot. He stopped shortly after he had started, and looked at me. "Is this, uhmm...Is this turning you on? I mean, do you like this, or--."

I smiled at Scott and nodded. He didn't need to worry. I loved every moment. Scott smiled back and returned to kneading my foot. I let out a little moan, and wiggled my toes. Scott stopped again, and took hold of my big toe. "This little piggy went to market."

I giggled at Scott and wiggled my toes again.

"This little piggy stayed home," Scott continued taking hold of my second toe.

"What did the next piggy do?" I asked in my most sensual voice.

"He had roast beef," Scott replied, taking hold of the middle toe. He wiggled my fourth toe, "And this wittle piggy had none."

"And what about the last little piggy?" I asked quietly.

"Why, he fell in love with a guy he barely knows."

"Really?"

Scott nodded and smiled. He looked away and began kneading my foot once again.

I wiggled my toes again, and sat up. "Well, maybe you should get to know the guy better, 'cause I know he loves you too."

Scott turned and crawled between my legs. I spread my legs wider, hoping that Scott could get a little closer. Scott leaned towards me and nibbled on my ear before whispering, "Lie back, beautiful. I think it's time for me to get to know you better."

I lay back on the bed and bent my knees. Scott began by licking the head of my cock, before he opened his mouth and inhaled my cock. I opened my mouth and let out a silent scream. Scott was amazing. I could feel his drool as it ran down my cock, and into my pubic hair. Scott was alternating between stroking my thighs and cupping my balls. It was all too much. I couldn't last any longer. I bucked my hips and let out a loud groan before flooding Scott's mouth with my juice.

Scott sucked on my cock like a crazed man, eager to draw out all my juices. He scraped his tongue around the head of my cock, sending a bolt of pleasure mixed with pain straight into my brain. I let out a whimper and bucked my hips again. Scott let my softening cock slip from his pouty lips and looked up at me. "You look beautiful, and taste so sweet."

"C'mere," I whispered, "I want to kiss you."

Scott crawled under my leg and lay down beside me on the bed. I rolled onto my side and slipped my arm around his waist. I pulled him close to me and kissed him passionately. I could taste myself on his full lips. I gnawed on his bottom lip and ground my crotch against his. Scott let out a little guttural moan, and caressed my butt.

"You know, I always dreamed about this day," Scott said quietly, "I just didn't think it would come so soon."

"Why not?" I asked, stroking his back. "You're a young celebrity with thousands of fans who are more than willing to have sex with you."

"I know, and there have been a couple cute guys waiting to get autographs after the show, but I couldn't do it. I just couldn't sleep with someone I didn't know."

"I know how you feel," I replied quietly. "But why can't you find someone, get to know them and fall in love?"

"You mean, like I did with you," Scott asked. He leaned forward and kissed me again. He was a great kisser. Of course, I didn't have anything to compare tonight to.

"Yeah, like you did with me," I said, breaking the kiss.

"It's a hard thing to do, when you spend most of the year on the road. It's not like I get much of a chance to meet people."

"Alone in a crowd."

"Something like that. My brothers are all little sluts. They find girls at the concerts and fuck them silly. It's a wonder that they haven't gotten someone pregnant."

"What does your dad say?"

"'Like father, like sons-- ho ho ho ho." Scott said imitating his dad. "The four of them tried to set me up a bunch of times, but they've pretty much given up on getting me laid."

"That sucks. My dad doesn't push or anything. He just wants me to be safe. Mind you, he also knows I'm gay, so he's not setting me up with Britney Spears or anything."

Scott sighed and closed his eyes. "This would be a whole lot easier if I could tell my brothers and my family that I am gay." Scott's eyes opened and he looked at me with fear. "Oh, fuck. What time is it?"

"It's a little after two. Why?"

"Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck. I was supposed to be back at the hotel by two." Scott rolled out of bed. He banged into the night table, knocking the lamp to the floor and breaking the bulb. Before the light went out, I could see that Scott was scared.

"Take it easy, Scott. It's all right." I said sitting up and walking over to the light switch.

"No it's not. You don't understand," Scott replied as he started dressing. "If I'm late my dad will flip out. He always does."

"I'll handle it, Scott. Don't worry." Scott looked at me for a second and then sat down on the bed. He looked like he'd cry at any moment. I picked up my phone and dialled my dad's cell number. It only took three rings before my father answered.

"Hello, Mitchell. What's wrong?"

"Hi Dad, nothing is really wrong. I just need you to do something for me. I've kept Scott out later than his curfew. Can you call his dad, and tell him that Scott's going to spend the night at our house."

"Sure, I can do that. But why doesn't Scott just call?"

"Well," I looked at Scott for a second. "It sorta has to look like it's your idea, otherwise his dad will blame him for being out past curfew."

"So, you want me to lie to Scott's dad, so that he doesn't get in trouble."

"Yes, dad," I replied quietly.

"All right, I'll give him a call. I'll tell him that I want to discuss The Moffats next album with him and Scott the next morning, and that I insisted that Scott stay the night. How does that sound?"

"That sounds great, dad. Thanks."

"I don't like doing this, Mitchell. Next time get Scott home on time. Now what room is Scott's dad staying in?"

I looked at Scott and asked, "Which room is your dad in?"

"732."

"He's in room 732 at the Four Seasons, Beverly Hills."

"All right, I'll call you right back."

I hung up the phone and walked over to where Scott was sitting on the bed. When I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and pulled him to my chest, he began sobbing quietly. I stroked Scott's back, and let him cry. As I rubbed his body, I began to wonder why he was so terrified of his dad. I mean, my dad yelled at me when I fucked up majorly, and I could understand that, but I wasn't scared of him.

I continued rubbing Scott's back, continuing to try and comfort him while I waited for my dad to call back. When the phone did ring, Scott jumped and stared at it. I stood up, and walked over to the phone.

"Hello," I said. I watched Scott carefully while I talked.

"It's all set up. Scott's dad knows Scott is spending the night at our house. He seemed a little upset until I mentioned that it was my idea. Then he was all right. He'll be coming for lunch tomorrow, at about one. You boys have a good night."

"Thanks dad. Have a good night."

I hung up the phone and smiled at Scott. "Everything is all right. My dad talked to your dad and said he wanted you to spend the night at our house. He'll be coming here for lunch tomorrow."

Scott looked away and nodded. I walked back to where Scott was sitting and picked up my lamp before sitting down. Scott looked away as I wrapped my arm around him. "C'mon. Let's lie down. Everything is all right."

I stood up and let Scott stretch out his long lithe legs on the bed. I turned off the overhead light and lay down beside Scott. Scott was facing away from me, so I rolled in close and spooned with him. "So what's up with you and your Dad?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Scott replied quietly.

"Are you sure?" I asked quietly.

"I'm sure."

"All right."

I continued stroking Scott's belly, letting my fingertips caress the minute hairs. Scott didn't say anything for the longest time then broke the silence when he blurted out, "My dad hates fags."

I didn't say anything, but my hand stopped stroking Scott's belly. Scott rolled over onto his other side so he could look at me. "So do my brothers, my step-mom, my mom. Basically everyone in my whole family hates fags--hates me."

I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. I started stroking Scott's back, hoping that I was comforting him.

"When we tour, my brothers stick together. They make my life a living hell. My dad doesn't do anything. He sees them as proof of his virility, while I'm proof of his stupidity. 'If your mom wouldn't have been pregnant, I wouldn't have married her. I could've been a star.' I hate it all."

"Why don't you tell him to back off?" I asked. I wiped a tear from Scott's eye.

"Because, it doesn't help things. It makes them worse. He tells me how ungrateful I am. He gets my brothers to harass me even more. Eventually, I give in and apologize. Every time I stand up to him, he and my brothers beat me down."

"Why don't you tell your mom or your step-mom?"

Scott snorted. "It wouldn't do any good. My mom doesn't care about my brothers or me. She's remarried, and has a new family. She doesn't care about us. As for my step-mom, she doesn't get involved in our relationship with our dad."

"Oh." I didn't know what to say.

"I'm all alone."

"No you're not. You have me."

Scott looked at me, and even in the darkness I could tell he was smiling. He has slid down my chest, stopping when he had reached my flaccid cock. He gave it a few strokes, and asked, "Mitchell, will you make love to me?"

I looked at Scott and shook my head. "Not tonight, Scott."

"Why?"

"Because I'd feel like I was taking advantage of you. You're incredibly special to me, and I don't want to rush a thing."

"Oh." Scott sounded so disappointed. "I guess I can understand that."

I kissed Scott's cheek, and whispered into his ear, "I'll make you a deal. After our next date, I'll make love to you and you can make love to me. Tonight, let's just get to know each other better."

Scott didn't say anything, just shook his head. We spent the rest of the night, lying in bed and talking about everything. He told me how scared he was to come out of the closet, while I told him how free things could be.

It didn't take long before we were both yawning. I kissed Scott one last and then closed my eyes, falling into a blissful sleep. I had found love, and damn it felt good.

Continued.