Scotty's Tailor
By Ben C.
This story contains sexual acts between young males (t/t, oral, mast, dom). If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your country, please stop reading.
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Chapter 3
"Wait ten minutes before you leave," Scotty said and left.
I sat up on the dirty floor of the locker room and leaned my back on the wall. Scotty's cum was dribbling down my face. His taste was still strong in my mouth. This time I managed to open my pants before I shot my load.
It took me a minute or two to recover from my orgasm. Then I forced myself to realize that I was still at school and was supposed to be in chemistry class. I got up and staggered to the shower room.
I took a look at the mirror. There, looking back to me, was a young man, his flushed face covered with another boy's cum. I smiled and the cocksucker in the mirror smiled back. We knew we had served Scotty well.
I washed my face in the sink and moistened a piece of toilet paper to wipe the cum stains from my shirt and shorts. Off to class, then.
The rest of the school day went as in a fog. I hardly listened to Mr. Hardy's scolding for being late for class. I knew I had a good reason to be late, and I could still smell it.
The next week or so went uneventfully, until I got a call from Scotty.
"Dude, I need my jeans now," he said.
"Okay, I'll bring them to school tomorrow."
"No, I want them today. Can we use the basement after school? I need to talk some business with you."
"Yeah, my mom won't be home until eight."
"Good. I'll stop by," he said and hung up.
It wasn't difficult to figure out why Scotty wanted to meet me at Mom's studio. But what was that business he was talking about?
Scotty banged the doorbell vigorously and I hurried to let him in. He walked in past me, not bothering to greet. He was wearing his trademark tight tank-top, this time light blue, showing his broad shoulders and hard biceps. From his seemingly bottomless jeans collection he had picked a pair of snug-fitting, well-worn Levi's. Model 510, I concluded based on how beautifully the jeans hugged his bubble butt. His white Converse hi-tops squeaked on the linoleum floor of the studio, reminding me of our session in the old boys' locker room, me on my knees, receiving a rubber-squeaking skull-fuck from Scotty.
"Dude," he said, turning to face me.
"I need a place to fuck a chick."
Well, that was a surprise.
"Oh?"
He smiled.
"Yeah. I've got a bitch in heat but no place to bang her."
"Well, can't you just fuck Donna in your bedroom while your parents are gone?"
Scotty smiled.
"Of course I can. And that's just the point here. It's not Donna."
"Well, who is it then?" I blurted.
His smile turned into a smug grin.
"You know Melissa Atkinson?"
I gasped. Scotty chuckled at my amazement. Melissa was the girlfriend of Ernie, editor of the school paper and a friend of mine. Ernie was a really nice guy and I thought they were really tight. On the other hand, I sometimes wondered why a hot girl like Melissa was dating such a nerdy guy like Ernie.
"I met her at the beach party last weekend. She got very drunk and told me I'm really hot. Then she confessed being disappointed with his boyfriend's performance in bed. No wonder, the guy acts like a faggot. I told her I could provide her some mind-blowing sex."
"Well, she probably changed her mind when she got sober," I suggested.
Scotty smiled.
"I noticed her watching me in class. I gave her the eye and she blushed. I went to speak with her after class and got her number. She's ready for me all right. But I can't take her home, my mother doesn't approve me fucking around. And then I remembered this place."
What? He was going to turn my mom's studio into his personal sex nest. No way!
"Look, Scotty. My mom needs..."
He burst out laughing.
"Yeah, I know what she needs. I can fuck her too if she asks me politely. Your folks are divorced, right? I bet the old girl would love some hard young meat."
I gulped.
"Anyhow, can we use this place next weekend?"
I sighed. My resistance melted down in front of Scotty. I tried to remember my mom's schedule.
"She's in a trade fair in LA. She'll be leaving on Friday evening and will be back on Sunday.
Scotty's face lightened.
"Fucking great! I gotta call Melissa."
He went over to the lounge corner and sat down on the couch, spreading his legs. He fetched his phone from the pocket of his jeans and punched a speed dial. After a moment Melissa picked his call.
"Hi, Melissa. It's me," he started without introducing himself.
He listened for a while, slouching down on the couch and winked at me, smiling.
"I know you were drunk. So was I. But I know you were telling me the truth, Melissa. You're frustrated because your sissy boyfriend can't satisfy you with that little dick of his. You need a bad boy like me to do that."
Melissa played reluctant at first, but Scotty didn't really need much effort to persuade her.
"You know what, honey. I've got a place for us next weekend."
He listened for a while.
"Yeah, it's a safe place in town," he said, grinning.
I felt bad. I would never have guessed that Melissa could be such an easy catch for a seducer like Scotty. It would break Ernie's heart if he ever found out about this. But that didn't bother Scotty, of course.
"Never mind whose place it is. It's free."
Scotty stood up and pulled the hem of his tank top from his jeans and tried to pull the tight shirt off, all the time holding the phone. I went over to him and helped him strip the shirt off. My fingers were touching the warm skin of his tanned back and I felt a familiar stir in my pants. I could smell his deodorant when he lifted his arm so I could slip the shirt off.
He sat down and leaned back on the couch with his left hand behind his head. I admired his six-pack and the smooth skin of his well-shaven armpits.
"I'm sitting on the very same couch right now, babe. It's really soft and nice. And in a few days my hard body will be on top of you here," he said, rubbing the bulge in his tight jeans.
"I promise you'll never forget it. You know what bad boys do to their girls?"
"You don't? Wanna hear?" he said, grinning.
"I'm gonna strip you naked. And then I'm gonna squeeze your tits and lick your cunt until you scream. And then I'm gonna fuck your brains out."
Scotty bent down and tried to open the laces of his scuffed white Converse using only one hand. He glanced at me and snapped his fingers, pointing down to his Chucks, and slouched back on the couch.
I understood the message and kneeled in front of him. I fumbled the dirty laces open and loosened them so that I was able to pull the shoes off his feet. An easily recognizable odor filled my nostrils, a mixture of canvas, rubber and teen feet. I placed his Chucks neatly on the floor next to his feet.
"Babe, I gotta go now. I'll get back to you. Yeah, I miss you too," he said and hung up. Then he looked down at me and gave me his million dollar Scotty-grin.
"Make it last long, dude. Surprise me," he said, clasping his hands behind his head.
I positioned my knees between his spread feet and leaned closer to open the large copper buckle of his broad brown leather belt. It was a stiff, brand new belt and it was difficult to unbuckle. Scotty observed my efforts with an amused look on his face. Finally I got it open, popped the top button of his jeans and slid his zipper down.
Scotty lifted his hips from the couch so that I was able to strip the jeans off him. Then he was laying there in front of me, feet spread wide, dressed just in his boxers and sports socks. He looked like an Abercrombie model, except that Abercrombie models don't sport insolent hard-ons in their boxers.
I felt jealous. Scotty was going to let Melissa touch his divine body and he would satisfy his manly needs by fucking that beautiful girl. I knew I had to show real devotion to Scotty, so he would keep me as his cocksucker.
He wanted me to surprise him, hmm... I went through my large mental archive of things I had always imagined of doing to Scotty. Now I was able to live my dream. Let's see. Yes, this one always ended in a powerful orgasm in my bed.
I took hold of Scotty's left ankle and pulled the white ankle sock off his foot with my fingers. I lifted his foot and looked up, straight into his blue eyes. He had the same slightly amused look on his face, now mixed with anticipation. I leaned down and kissed the arch of his foot. This brought a smug grin on his face. I leaned down again, tasting the skin with my tongue. It tasted sweaty and rubbery after stewing inside the Chucks all day.
I repeated my oral service with his right foot, this time continuing higher, over his ankle to the downy blond hair of his shins. I gave his calf a thorough lip and tongue service, getting some of his hair in my mouth.
I continued slowly higher, licking the tanned smooth skin of his thigh. He spread his long legs so I could press my face to the steamy valley between his thigh and ball-sack. I took a deep breath through the cotton of his boxers.
"You love being my cocksucker, don't you," Scotty said, running his fingers through my hair.
"Yeah," I mumbled to his crotch.
"I know you snatched my boxers and socks."
I looked up. Scotty laughed as he saw the guilty-as-charged-look on my face.
"Don't worry dude, you can keep them. You want me to sign them for you?" he teased me.
I couldn't help laughing.
"Thanks, but they're just fine the way they are."
"Enjoy. Now, back to business," he said.
Scotty wanted to be surprised, and I still had an ace or two in my sleeve. I leaned closer and kissed his lower abdomen right above the waistband of his boxers. Then I followed his love-trail higher until my lips met his belly-button. I stuck my tongue out and swirled it in his navel. I could feel his boxer-covered cock harden against my chest. I licked his belly-button until he pushed me back by my shoulders and got up.
I leaned back and took a while to drink in Scotty's young glory with my eyes. Then I hooked my fingers under the waistband of his boxers. I pulled the waistband out a little so I was able to take it between my teeth. I started to ease the boxers slowly down, so that his trimmed pubes were brushing my lips and nose.
When I got the boxers low enough, Scotty's teen gun sprang out, spreading precum on my face. I could smell the familiar intoxicating aroma.
I eased his boxers down, using now my fingers. When I got them down to his ankles, I took the waistband between my teeth again. Scotty lifted his feet a little so I could pull the boxers completely off. Then I looked up, holding his underwear between my teeth.
Scotty looked down at me and grinned. He was horny and ready for his blowjob, but still cheeky enough to pat my cheek.
"Good faggot."
I dropped the boxers at his feet.
"Thanks," I said and leaned closer to kiss the shaft of his cock.
Now it was time for me to give Scotty some serious head. I didn't have any inhibitions or shame anymore, as I had already done it twice. And I loved to make him feel good. I wrapped my fingers around his pulsing fuck-rod and guided it into my mouth. This time Scotty didn't start a rough face-fuck. He let me do almost all the work now, just rocking his hips back and forth a little in pace with my sucking motions. I grabbed his hips to pull him closer so I could slide my lips all the way to the root of his hose.
This way Scotty lasted much longer than before and my work was actually pretty hard. My lips were numb and my jaw muscles were aching from the long, back-and-forth sucking motions. But I wasn't going to complain. Scotty was teaching his cocksucker new ways to please him, and I was going to be an apt pupil. I worked his rod with my lips and fondled his lower back, buttocks and thighs with my hands. Every time he rocked his hips forward I could feel his trained muscles get rock hard under his slightly sweaty skin.
Finally Scotty seemed to be ready to move on to the final stage. He took my head between his hands and increased the power of his fucking.
"Finish me off."
I wrapped my lips even tighter around his young shaft, sucking and licking it like my life depended on it. I kneaded his tight butt muscles with my fingers in pace with his fucking.
After a minute or so Scotty rewarded my efforts by filling my mouth with fresh teen cum. After the first spurt he let out a boyish giggle and pulled back so that the second and third cum-shot landed on my face.
Scotty panted for a while and slipped his schlong between my lips so I could lick it clean. Then he giggled again.
"Sorry dude, I just can't resist that. You look so fucking amazing with my cum on your face."
I tried to wipe my eyes clean from his jizz.
"Well, of course, if you want it that way, Scotty. I just wish you wouldn't do that to me at school. It's a bit embarrassing."
He laughed.
"I'll try to keep that in mind. But it's kinda cool knowing you can smell my cum in class."
Scotty went to the bathroom to rinse his dick in the basin. When he was finished, I took my turn to wash my face. When I came back, Scotty had already put his clothes on and fixed his hair. He was inspecting a small video camera mounted on one of the cloth racks.
"What the fuck is this for?" he asked, buckling his belt.
"My mom makes promo videos of her new collections."
"Do you know how to use it?"
"Sure, I've filmed most of them," I answered, wondering what he was up to.
Scotty flashed me a mischievous grin.
"Wanna watch me fuck Melissa?"
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