Scotty heads down south. Part 2 "Douchebag"
I woke to the sound of happy birds chirping away. I to has a little extra bounce to my step this beautiful morning as well. I tip toed around in an effort to not wake CJ, who was sawing lumber in the bedroom at the end of hall. I quietly prepared some coffee and took a cup on to the screened-in porch. The sun rise was exceptionally georgous this morning. I heard movement in the kitchen.
"Scotty" He said quietly.
"Back porch dude...Coffee mugs are over the sink" I answered.
The door swung open and his naked georgous body plopped down across from me.
"Morning" He said.
I quickly replied "Wood" and we both smiled.
"Got time for some eggs CJ?" I asked while sipping and scoping.
"Nah...I gotta bug...Got an early group this morning...But thank you" He replied.
We sat quietly and drank our java.
CJ asked "Dude can I snag some fag mouth" pointing to his morning wood.
"Thought you'd never ask" I said smiling like an idiot and held the door open for him.
CJ grinned and shoved the coffee table across the porch with a foot and opened his legs wide. I quickly assume the position and went to work. CJ answered a few calls as he watched me slobber his pole.
Into phone he said "Yeah I'm still nextdoor...Babe I'll come when I come" and hanged up with a massive smile and blasted a load down my throat.
"Thanks dude...You're a life saver" He said as his naked ass walked out the back door.
The house felt so empty with him gone. I tried to occupy myself but would inevitably become bored with everything. I know I shouldn't, but I missed him. I took a drive down the beautiful coast and hated every minute of it. When I got home the lawn guy was making circles on the front lawn. I was suprised how quickly mu thoughts switched to the lawn guy. He was early 30's, Shoulder length blond hair spilled from under a straw cowboy hat. I'd put him around 6 foot and pretty buff. I offered him some lemonade from the front porch. He jumped off the mower and jogged toward me.
"Thank you" He said as took of the hat and glasses.
You're not going to believe this, but it was Douchbag Steve. I recognized him instantly, but I don't think he did me. He was a mf to me when I was younger. He is only 7 or 8 years older, but when you're only 18 it seems like a 20.
"You know Cheryl then?" Steve asked me.
"Is she the owner?...I booked this place online" I answered.
"Yes...Very nice lady" He replied.
Maybe he had grown-up, but he sure didn't seem like same Steve that haunted my nightmares. It's strange, Steve had been a total dick to me and somehow I still found him attractive. Not that it matters, but from what I remember he has a decent sized cock too.
"How long you staying in our lil slice of paradise?" Steve asked as he finished off his drink.
"Till Wedenesday...It's so beautiful wish I discovered this place years ago" I replied.
"Nice...Well I got work to do...Have a magical day and thank you again" He said and went back to work.
I should have hated that mf but I didn't. Adult me should have verbally lashed him for what he did to younger me, but I didn't. I should let bygones be bygones as they say, but an apology would have been great. I sat on the porch and finished my beverage and saw a beautiful blue Lexus roll into CJ's drive . It was the wife. I slunk down in my chair. She, not surprisingly, is very pretty.
It was 96 out today and pretty muggy. I cranked the A/C and threw on the TV and must have dosed off. I was awaken by a knock on the door. Not sure what time is was, but the sun had long since set. I pulled the door open and it was Steve.
"Hope it's not to late and I really hope I am not bothering you, but could I leave this bill for Cheryl" He very politely asked.
"Sure...I'd be happy to" I said and extended a hand to grab it.
Steve answered very quickly "Great" and pushed past me.
I waited at the door thinking he'd drop it and head out, but no such luck.
"Bro...Did you think I wouldn't recognize my old buddy Scotty" Steve asked as helped himself to a beer from the fridge.
"Ummm...I wasn't sure if you were you...And I didn't want to come off crazy to aunt Cheryl's lawn guy" I said thinking that was some pretty quick reasoning.
"Hey what ever happened to that friend of yours?...What the hell was his name?" He asked while trying to jog his memory.
"We're still friends...It's Zack" I said still standing by the open front door.
"He was cool" Steve added and smiled.
Steve asked "Hey...You remmeber that time in the dunes?...I think it was memorial weekend"
"It's was the Saturday of 4th of July weekend, but yeah" I responded.
"Wow...Impressive memory...I may not remember the day, but I remember blowjob...Zack you say?" He said smiling.
Steve had comandeered the remote and found a music channel of his liking. I've never been one to enjoy metal music, but to each their own. I didn't care for the topic of disccussion either.
"Hey Steve...Good to see you after all these years...I'll tell Zack you said hello" I said and pulled the door open a little wider.
"Ahhh...Zack...He must have sucked my cock 40 times that summer" Steve said as he ignored my request and added "That's one fag that knows his way around a cock".
I didn't say a word. He had me a bit freaked.
"Was it the next summer or the one after that you finally worked up the balls to have a go" Steve asked while watching the video.
"Is that how you remember things?..Because I have a very different recollection" I said.
"There was no doubt Zack was a faggot, but I wasn't sure about you" He replied completely ignoring my statement and pulled his shirt over his head.
"I think you should probably get going Steve...Good to catch up though" I said while still at the door.
"Geez...Can a guy finish his beer?" He replied and kicked off his flip flops
"Help me remember...Was it you or Zack that liked it rough?" He asked loudly.
"I don't think it was either of us...That was you" I replied very calmly while washing a few dishes.
"Oh...You may be right" He said.
A full minute of silence passed.
"But you wanted it" Steve said right in to my left ear and laughed.
I about jumped out of my skin and quickly moved.
"Steve...I was an 18yo kid I didn't know what I wanted and did I really even have a choice??...Think it's time to go" I said and pulled open the back door.
"Fine...One more beer and I'll take off" He said as he helped himself to the fridge, again.
I scurried to the livingroom, found the controller and turned the shit music way down. As Steve crossed the room he kicked one of his flip flops under the sofa and said "Shit...I'll get that later" and sat on the couch. He layed back and undid the belt that held up his hole riddled cut-offs.
I Changed the TV channel
"I was listening to that dude" Steve said as he took a swig.
I ignored the jackass and continued surfing.
"You nervous Scotty? You seem nervous" He asked.
"Nope...I'm fine...thank you for asking" I quipped.
Steve got himself another brew. I was pretty sure that was the last one. All I had to do was get through the next 10 minutes and he'd move on. I needed my phone. Where the hell was my phone. Fuck.
"Steve...Think you may be sitting on my phone...Would ya check please" I asked him.
"Fuck yeah I can...That way you can call Zack...I miss my lil buddy Zack" He said and casually checked and added "I don't see any pink phones over here fag".
"Don't you have a wife that is expecting you?" I asked.
"I do have a wife and 4 kids, and they expect me when I get there...Lol" He replied and took another belt.
"I can't imagine why" I said snarkly.
"She'll understand...I'll tell her I hooked up with an old friend and time got away from me" He stated and slid his feet across the carpet, extended his legs and hanged an arm over the sofa backrest.
There is no denying Steve is very attractive guy. His long blond hair and bronze skin created an incredibly sexy surfer dude vibe, But he's a fucking asshole.
"Scotty...You mind if I finish off the beer...There's one more in fridge...Please" He asked as he pressed his palms together to appear praying.
"Fine...I'll get it" I said.
I wasn't be subservient. I wanted make sure there was in fact only a single beer left and thank goodness there was. I tossed it too him as I passed by. Steve busted it open layed back and stuffed a hand down his shorts. I pretended to watch the TV as he adjusted himself, but I was also watching him.
"Fucking rank" He said.
Naturally I turned to see what he was talking about and there he was smelling the hand that had just been on his junk. I could feel myself yearn. I wanted to smell too, but I couldn't. This dude is a fucking jerk. We sat sat quietly for a few.
"Hey Scotty...Is this a good look?" He asked.
I turned to him asked "Is what?" Because I didn't immediately notice any difference.
Then I saw. His hardened cock was poking through one of the many holes on his shorts. I didn't want to look, but I could not stop myself. The first 3 inches were visable and I didn't recall the wonderfully contoured helmet and then remembered why. It was dark on the beach that night and he pumped my gagging throat relentlessly with me pinned underneath his much larger body. Dude is an asshole, but still I looked.
"You remember?" He asked as he slid another inch into view.
"No actually I do not...I never saw your cock that night you forced yourself on me" I said and it felt great to say!
"What the hell you talking about...I didn't force anything...You were hanging in the dunes at cocksucking time and I accommodated you...Nothing more" He said.
"Did you not hear me choking Steve?...That should have been an indication for you to stop" I said sharply.
"Had you told me to stop I would have...And not be a jerk, but you weren't the first fag I trained to take big dick" He said.
I could tell by his conviction that he truly felt he had helped me in some way. Like it was his duty, as a big cocked guy, to perform. I was shocked and suddenly unsure.
"Sure...Like I was in any postion to say anything and please don't call me that...That beer about gone Steve" I asked him in a tone.
"Yup" He said and poured the remaining beer in to his mouth and stood up.
"Well...I'm glad you're doing okay in life Steve" I said as I headed toward the front door.
"Bro...You see my other flop" He asked as he slid a foot into one.
"You kicked it under the sofa" I said pointing.
"I'm gonna use the pisser...Could ya maybe get it for me and I'll get outta here" He asked and walked away.
The sooner he had his shoe the sooner he would be gone. I got down on the floor and with my phone light located it way at the back against the wall. Steve had finished his bathroom needs and watched me search.
"Steve I see it it way in the back...Could ya hold the light and I'll get it" I asked.
"Of course...I appreciate you doing this Scotty" He answered and dropped onto the floor with me.
I layed on my stomach and slid half my upper body under the sofa. I could feel Steve's hand on my lower.
"You see it?" He asked as his hand slid onto my ass.
"Steve...Stop" I said as I nearly had my fingers around the strap and added "Got it...Could ya pull me out Steve...I'm stuck"
"It's the least I could do" he said as I felt his hands on my waist.
"Okay...Pull please" I asked.
"You got it" He replied.
I felt my shorts sliding down my legs and off.
"The hell you doing?" I asked.
"I'm helping Bro" He said as his hands slid over my bare cheeks and find my waistband again.
"Grab tight and pull...Please" I requested.
Steve tugged on my waist but nothing.
"I got an idea...Hold on a second" Steve said as he stood.
Then I heard it. Ziiippp and his belt buckle hit the floor. I was able to look back and saw his feet step out the shorts.
"Steve...Stop" I said loudly and tried desperately to unstuck myself.
Steve managed to get his legs between mine and forced them apart and he kneeled.
"Steve please don't" I asked as he slapped my left cheek and I could feel my bum jiggle.
The he planted a swat to the right cheek and said "Nothing says fuck me like a faggot in a jockstrap"
"Please stop Steve...I'm not enjoying this" I said
He slid his his hands down the back of my legs, locked his strong hands on my calves and pulled them forward. As my ass elevated my cheeks naturally spread.
"You're gonna love it just like that night at the dunes" He said just as I felt his warm pole slip into my crack.
By this point I knew I was getting fucked. I know what my ass looks like and yeah he's gonna fuck it. So time for damage control.
"Please go easy I haven't been fucked in a while" I requested.
"I knew the little fag wanted fucked" He said as he squeezed each cheek and as his cock rode my crack.
"You feel that big dick fag?" He asked and slapped his cock on my lower back.
I said nothing, but of course I felt it and definitely did not hate it.
"I asked you a question faggot" He said and slapped a cheek incredibly hard
"Yes...I feel your big dick" I replied.
"You want me to fuck your tight pussy with my big dick fag?" He asked as his hands encompassed my waist and his helmet pressed against my hole.
"Yes" I answered as I relaxed my hole and spread my bum even wider.
"Fag wants fucked bad" He said as I felt a dribble of saliva drench my hole and he added "Beg for my big cock".
"Please Steve slow fuck me with your massive cock...please" I said.
"Louder faggot" He demanded.
"Please Steve...Please fuck me with your beautiful giant" I yelled while rocking slightly side to side at the knees
"You...Fucking...Got...It...Faggot" He said and in one forward motion the entire length went in.
I screamed in pain "Don't Steve...Please stop" I cried.
"Not a fucking chance faggot" He said and slammed himself against me again.
Steve delivered very deliberate hard thrusts and each one forced a whimper from me.
"Little tight faggot loves the big cock" He said as he pumped.
"Mmmmm" I whined.
Steve drilled me even harder. Each thrust bashed the sofa into the wall.
"Little fag didn't want it...Now he gotta have the big dick" Steve said loudly and lunged.
"Owwww...Hmmmmm" I moaned..
"Fucking tight faggot loves the big cock" He said as he pounded harder still.
A picture fell off the wall and a small vase smashed on the floor, but he kept thumping.
With each rapid descent his body slapped against mine. He pounded hard and fast.
"I'm gonna seed your guts fag" He said as his speedy pumps slowed a bit.
I already came and felt so connected to his meat as it slid in and out. I could feel the rim of cock head slide in my loins. With one last deep plunge I felt his warm nut deposit deep in me. Steve removed himself from my pumbled hole. With a hand around each ankle he dragged me from under the couch. I folded my arms, under head, and layed on my stomach, and watched as he pulled the sofa from the wall and snagged his missing flip flop and promptly left.
After a few moments I got to my feet and headed toward the kitchen. I was curious, How much Steve charged to mow a small yard like this one. In the envelope was a piece of paper and that paper was a very crude drawning of a person getting fucked in the ass. I laughed like a little girl.
To be continued......