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 5
"I´m a faggoooooott," I yelled, coming violently in my pants.
"See you in class, big boy," Scotty said and left, laughing.
There I was, once again, on the floor of the old locker room, my face covered with Scotty´s cum. I had shot a huge load in my boxers, and I could see a growing wet spot on my new light blue summer pants. Next to the wet spot was a crisp footprint from Scotty´s dirty Converse.
There was no way I could go to biology class to work in a group with other kids, so I cleaned myself the best I could and sneaked out through the back door of the school and headed for home.
My phone rang in the evening. Scotty, the screen said. The stupidest possible thing I could do was to pick up the phone and press the green button.
I picked up the phone and pressed the green button.
"Yeah", I grunted.
"Duuuuuude, what´s up? I didn´t see you at school after lunch break."
I could hear him holding back laughter.
"I skipped class and went home," I said, boiling with anger.
"Dude, you aren´t pissed because of my little prank, are you? I was doing you a favor, man. You seemed to enjoy it."
"Scotty, I really need to improve my biology grades. It was a fucking shitty thing to do," I said, my voice shaking, hoping to hear even a vague apology.
He just chuckled.
"Whatever. But dude, you are on tomorrow."
"I´m on? On what?"
"Don´t you remember? Two o´clock. I´m gonna fuck Melissa on your mom´s couch and you´re filming it."
"What! I can´t stand there filming you, Melissa would never go along with that."
"Of course not, you dumb fuck. You have to hide the camera so she won´t see it."
I gulped.
"Scotty. That might be a crime," I pleaded.
"Don´t be a fucking drama queen, dude. No one will ever know. You and me are the only people on earth to see this video. You´ll do the filming and I´ll do the bitch. Melissa will get the banging of her life and everything´s gonna be fine."
I tried to argue with him, but after a while my resistance collapsed, once again.
"Well, okay."
"I´ll be a few minutes early. Just show me how to fire up the camera and then leave us alone. I´ll let you know when I´m done," he said and hung up.
I would like to to tell you that I was an unwilling partner in crime. Unfortunately it is not true. The opportunity of seeing this young stud in action was too thrilling to miss. And I even managed to reason to myself that it was a rightful punishment for Melissa who was going to betray his loyal boyfriend and my friend Ernie, just to get fucked by a jock.
I went down to the studio to plan the setting. Although the studio was in the basement, natural light came in through high up windows. The filming was to take place in the afternoon, when the sun cast it´s rays nicely on the couch. I figured that if I placed one of the large mirrors close to the couch in the right angle, it would reflect sunlight so that the area bathed in light.
I hid the small video camera with great care among mom´s fabric bolts on the top shelf and aimed it at the couch below. I had taped a small piece of black tissue on the device so that the red recording light was hidden from view. I pushed the record button and lay down on the couch on my back. The camera was impossible to notice from my – and Melissa´s – position. I got up and checked my test footage. The quality of the video turned out to be excellent.
Then I got another filthy idea. I had a pretty good external microphone that could be attached to the camera. I placed the tiny device on a lower shelf, as close to the couch as possible. I was not going to tell Scotty about the microphone. The hi-fi sound was going to be my little surprise for him.
I opened the door for Scotty at 1:45. He showed no signs of stage fright. He was quite confident of his coming performance. He was a natural born star and he knew it. He was dressed in camo shorts, flip-flops and a very tight white tank-top. His blond locks were covered by a blue ball cap – turned backwards, of course. He looked great, radiating youth and virility. He also smelled good and I told him so.
"Yeah, I got this new shit, it´s a gift from Donna. You think Melissa will like it?" he asked, lifting his arm. I leaned closer to sniff his armpit.
"Yeah. It´s really cool. She´ll love it."
"Yeah. That´s what I thought. No show me how to start the camera."
I showed him how to start the recording just by pushing the little red button.
"Well done," Scotty complemented my efforts.
"Now, get lost."
I spent the rest of the afternoon in a nearby mall, slurping a milk-shake and wandering aimlessly through the aisles. The milk-shake was gone long ago when I finally received a text from Scotty.
"Done. Bring me the video," was all it said. I was slightly puzzled by the order to deliver the disk personally, as it would have been much quicker to download it to a cloud server. Well, Scotty was going to have things his way, as always.
I rushed to mom´s studio. The bed sheets were tangled on the couch and on the floor, but otherwise everything was fine. I would have plenty of time to wash the sheets before mom was back home. But first, I would watch the video myself.
The camera was still filming. I turned it off and took out the disk, rushing upstairs to my room. I turned on my laptop and slipped the disk into the slot. The laptop was connected to a bigger screen on my desk.
The film began with Scotty´s grinning face appearing right in front of the camera.
"She just ringed the doorbell," he said and disappeared.
After a short while Scotty reappeared, holding Melissa´s hand. She was wearing a tight red miniskirt and a revealing white top.
"That bitch," I thought to myself. I had never seen that young feminist dressed in a sexy outfit like that. She clearly wanted to make an impression to the boy who had promised to fuck her brains out.
Scotty asked Melissa politely to sit down on the couch and sat next to him, still holding her hand. He looked straight into the girl´s eyes and asked:
"I´m here for you, baby. Just tell me what you want. This stays strictly between you and me."
She hesitated, looking down. Then he looked at Scotty.
"Well, Scotty... I really don´t know. Ernie is the only boy I´ve slept with so far. He´s shy and very gentle and I don´t really know much about these things. Ernie is usually done in a couple of minutes."
Scotty laughed.
"Poor Ernie. No wonder you wanted to see me. So, you want me to take it from here?"
"Yes, Scotty, please."
"Good. The only thing you have to do now is to relax and trust me. Can you do that?"
"I´ll try to relax. And I trust you completely, Scotty."
"Hah! Stupid bitch!" I blurted aloud.
Scotty leaned over to kiss Melissa, cupping her breast with his hand. The kiss was long and seemed to melt down Melissa´s inhibitions. Soon she was caressing his bare shoulders and biceps.
"Scotty, you´re so strong," she said when they broke the kiss.
Scotty gave her a confident grin.
"Yeah. Wanna see more?" he said and pulled off his tank-top, revealing his torso in all its glory.
"Wow", Melissa giggled and brushed his six-pack with her hand.
They kissed again and began a long foreplay session under Scotty´s guidance. Scotty stripped the girl slowly, piece by piece, until she was laying naked on the couch. Scotty was still wearing his shorts and ball cap. After he got the girl heated well enough, he started the next and final stage of the foreplay. He spread Melissa´s legs and dove down between them to lick her pussy. His face was hidden from the camera, but I could see the brim of his ball cap going up and down as he slurped her cunt. The girl squirmed on the bed, moaning of pleasure.
It took Scotty maybe five minutes of skillful oral play to deliver Melissa the first orgasm of her life. She squeezed the sheets with her fingers and let out a long, loud moan.
"Aaaaa... Scotty... aaaahh," she went.
Scotty sat up on the bed and saw that Melissa was still recovering from her orgasm with her eyes closed. He grinned to the camera and made a thumbs-up sign.
He didn´t give her much time to recover.
"And now, honey, we´re getting into business," he said and started fingering her pussy again, using his free hand to unbutton his shorts. The pants flew onto the floor, followed by his white boxers. Scotty straddled her mid-section, letting the girl admire his fully hard young cock.
"Oh Scotty, it´s so big," Melissa said with a shaky voice.
"Bigger than Ernie´s?" he replied with a wide grin.
She giggled.
"Ernie´s little weenie looks like a shrimp compared to that, Scotty."
He laughed.
"Eeeernie," he said mockingly.
"I promised to fuck your brains out. And now I´m gonna do it."
He settled on top of the girl, slid his cock into her wet pussy, and started a twenty minute long session of powerful fucking. Every now and then Scotty slowed his thrusts, then picked up speed again. Suddenly he stopped completely, making Melissa plead:
"Scotty, please fuck me, fuck me hard, please!"
Scotty let her beg a little more until he went back to his full stud-force mode. I felt jealous when Melissa massaged his strong back and hard buttocks with her hands.
Finally, Scotty entered the grand finale of his master performance. He lifted his torso up, supporting himself on the couch with his strong arms. I could see his back muscles and buttocks flex in pace of his thrusts. He fucked her so hard now that the girl´s head bobbed up and down on the pillow. The old couch was shaking and squeaking under the pressure of teen lust. Scotty´s ball cap was about to fall off, but he freed his right hand effortlessly to adjust the cap without missing a thrust.
And then came Melissa´s orgasm number two. It wasn´t as loud as the first one, as she was clearly exhausted by now, but the signs were evident. She moaned aloud, squeezing the boy´s buttocks, and shook her head back and forth on the pillow. Scotty continued to fuck her for a minute or two so he could reach his own climax. After he came, the couple rested side by side on the bed for a while. Melissa caressed Scotty´s abdomen.
"Oh, Scotty, that was wonderful. I knew you´re a stud, but that was beyond belief," she cooed.
Scotty grinned.
"Anytime, baby. And say hello to Ernie from me."
They both laughed.
Then it was time for Melissa to start pretending to be a good girl again. But first, she showed a final sign of her sluttiness and betrayal.
"Thanks for the magic," she said and leaned down to kiss Scotty´s cock that was now resting on his thigh.
Scotty showed a V-sign to the camera, accompanied by a wide grin.
"You´re welcome, honey."
They both got up. Melissa picked up her clothes from the floor, while Scotty took his time to flex his muscles to the camera before collecting his garments. And then they were gone.
By the end of the film I had creamed into a stack of tissues. I definitely am not into straight porn, but watching Scotty prove his manly capabilities was so hot. Still so young, he was already a superb ladies´ man and an expert fucker.
Scotty was expecting the video, so I had to hurry. I burned the file on a dvd disk. While it was copying, I took a red marker and wrote on the cover of the dvd case: "A STUD IN ACTION". I thought it was a good title for the film.
I pedaled my bike through town to reach Scotty´s house in time. I knew the huge house in the better part of our town, but had never been inside. Scotty´s Mustang was parked on the driveway. Next to it was a bright yellow Jeep convertible. The jeep looked familiar, probably from the parking lot of our school, I thought. Well, never mind. I rang the doorbell. After a moment I heard Scotty´s voice through the intercom.
"Come upstairs," he said and buzzed me in.
I climbed up the white marble stairs and entered the family´s huge living-room. There, chilling on a white leather couch, was Scotty – and to my surprise – another young guy from our school. It was Cooper, a tall, slim skater.
I didn´t really know Cooper, but I had often admired him while he skated, sometimes shirtless, in the school yard. His wavy black hair fell almost down to his shoulders. He had a golden stud earring in his left ear and several colorful bands, probably souvenirs from rock festivals, around his left wrist. He was wearing a black Etnies t-shirt and scuffed cut-offs. His feet were hidden inside huge white Osiris skate-shoes that were long past their best-before date. Cooper recognized my presence with a slight nod.
"Well, you took your time. Got the disk?" Scotty asked without any niceties.
"Yeah." I gave it to him.
Scotty turned to Cooper and grinned.
"Bro, you´re about to see the hottest porn movie ever made."
Cooper grinned back, showing a set of shining white teeth.
"Fuckin´ yeah. I feel horny already, man. I gotta run home after the show to jack off," he laughed.
"Well, we´ll see about that. I might have a better solution," Scotty said with a sly smile.
"Yeah? You got a hooker for me here?"
"No. But you can get your cock sucked if you want."
Cooper laughed.
"A blowjob? From you?"
"No, fuck-brain. From him," he said, pointing me with his thumb.
Cooper looked dumbfounded.
"From him? He´s a fag?"
Scotty chuckled.
"As fag as they come."
Cooper looked at me.
"Sorry man, I won´t let a fag touch my dick. Couldn´t probably even get it hard."
"Wait and see, bro. I can guarantee you some world-class head. Ever had anyone lick the sweat off your balls?"
Cooper raised his dark eyebrows and smiled smugly.
"Fuck no. I´ve had blowjobs but nothing like that. That sounds sick... in a good way. He´ll do that?"
"He´ll do whatever you tell him to do."
"I don´t know, man. What if he wants to kiss me or hold my hand? I don´t do that fag shit."
"Dumbass. He´s been giving me head for two weeks now. Are you saying I´ve been holding hands with a fag?" Scotty asked, clearly irritated.
Cooper realized he had accidentally questioned Scotty´s manliness.
"Oh sorry, Scotty. Of course not. Fuck no, I know you," he said.
Scotty seemed satisfied with the apology.
"Take it from me. He´ll do whatever you tell him and nothing more."
"Really? Anything?"
Scotty paused for a while. Then he looked at me, smiling.
"Dude. Take Cooper´s shoes off and kiss his feet."
"What?" Cooper burst out.
I blushed. Scotty was once again testing my limits, this time in front of another boy. I knew I should run down the stairs and never return. But one glance into Scotty´s piercing blue eyes made me comply. I stepped in front of Cooper and sank slowly on my knees.
He pulled his feet back as I tried to reach them with my hands.
"Fuck no," he blurted.
"Come on, man. The guy wants to show you his respect. Don´t disappoint him."
The look of disgust on Cooper´s boyish face softened and turned into a shit-eating grin. He stretched out his legs.
"Well, okay. Have a treat, faggot," he said, clasping his hands behind his head. Scotty rewarded his punch line with a hearty laugh.
I had no difficulties in pulling the heavy skate shoes from Cooper´s feet, as skaters never tie the laces properly. It was obvious that he had been wearing the shoes for quite a while as I could smell a strong sweet odor rising from them. I placed the shoes next to his feet and slid the white ankle sock off his left foot.
I crouched down and kissed Cooper´s tanned foot. The boys laughed.
"Taste good?" Cooper asked.
I pulled the sock off his right foot.
"Well, answer him, dude," Scotty snapped at me.
I looked up to Cooper´s grinning face.
"Yeah. Your foot tastes good," I said, looking right into his dark blue eyes. I noticed a slight expression of embarrassment on his young face, but he joined Scotty´s laughter.
I placed a wet kiss on the arch of his right foot.
"Alright, enough of this fun. Put his shoes back on," Scotty said.
Putting Cooper´s socks and shoes back on his feet was more difficult than taking them off, but somehow I managed to do it while the boys observed my efforts with amusement. I got up clumsily, hiding the bulge in my pants with my hands.
"We´re going to watch the video now. Go wait in my room upstairs. Coop might want to see you afterwards," Scotty said with a sly smile.
I did as I was told and climbed up the stairs. I poked in several spacious rooms until I found the one that could not belong to anyone else than Scotty. The walls of the large room were covered with posters of star athletes and bikini-clad chicks. A large glass cabinet was filled with Scotty´s trophies and medals. His bed was unmade, and dirty laundry was scattered all over the floor.
I noticed a familiar pair of white A&F boxer trunks, the same he had been wearing in the video. I picked them up and inspected the inside. Yes, there was a fresh cum-stain. I tasted it with my tongue. The taste was familiar from the cum-loads he had deposited in my mouth and on my face. The composition of a straight boy´s cum-shot is similar regardless if it came as a result of fucking a girl or getting serviced by a guy, I concluded my study.
I picked some of Scotty´s football magazines and sat down in his armchair. I wasn´t really interested in them, but I knew I had about 45 minutes kill until the film ended. And yes, there were some nice pictures of shirtless young athletes in tight pants. I flipped through the pages until I heard a knock on the door. I turned around to see Cooper´s head poking in.
"Umm... you mind if I come in?" he asked somewhat sheepishly.
"No, come on in. And besides, it´s Scotty´s room. You don´t need my permission to come in," I said, getting up to face him.
"Well, yeah. That´s true," Cooper said and closed the door behind him. When he turned around, I could see the purpose of his visit. He was sporting a handsome hard-on in his cut-offs.
We stood still for a few awkward seconds, facing each others. Then Cooper looked me in the eyes. He looked serious.
"Look man, I´m sorry about what happened back there. Making you kiss my feet and calling you a faggot and shit. I got carried away," he said.
I was surprised. A Scotty´s friend with some decency? I smiled at him.
"It´s okay, Cooper. Scotty has that impact on me too. He makes people do all kinds of things for him. Anything I can do for you?" I asked innocently.
Cooper actually blushed! He looked absolutely adorable, noodling his long black hair with his fingers.
"Well, the thing is, you know dude, we were watching the video down there, you know, Scotty banging Melissa..." he started.
I cut him off.
"And now you are horny as hell and need to get off. And you changed your mind about the blowjob."
He smiled, looking relieved.
"Yeah."
"I´m happy to help. Anything particular you want me to do?"
"Well, the thing is, I lied to Scotty. I´ve never had a blowjob before and I really don´t know what to expect."
I chuckled.
"Well, you came to the right place, Sir. May I take your shirt off?"
Cooper flashed me a radiant grin.
"Go ahead."
I stepped closer and fished the hem of his tee from his cut-offs. Cooper raised his arms so I could pull the shirt off. I could smell his teen sweat mixed to the odor of his deodorant. He had probably been working his skateboard in the sun earlier that day. I took my time stripping the shirt off him, rolling it slowly up his slim body. I loved the sight exposing to my eyes. I could feel my cock harden in my pants as I took it in. Cooper´s tanned torso was muscled but wiry. He had a tiny patch of short black hair between his pecs and a black love trail running down from his navel. Otherwise his torso was hairless. I could see there wasn´t probably an ounce of fat in his body. A small skateboard was tattooed on the left side of his lower abdomen. It looked sexy as hell and I hoped he would let me taste it.
I dropped the shirt on the floor. Then I pushed his chest gently with my palm. He backed down until the back of his knees met the edge of Scotty´s king-size bed. That was right where I wanted him. I pushed his chest again, this time a bit harder, so he fell on his back on the bed.
For the second time in the same afternoon I kneeled in front of this beautiful skaterboy, removed his shoes and socks and kissed his feet. Cooper let out a sigh.
"Oh, fuck."
"I told you they taste good, didn´t I?" I said and licked the underside of his left foot.
I continued slowly higher, licking his shins that were covered with black hair, trailing my tongue on his smooth and almost hairless thighs, until I reached the spot where the tanned skin disappeared under the denim of his cut-offs. I leaned closer so that I was able to press my face into his crotch. The well-worn and slightly dirty denim had the promising aroma of a horny young man´s genitals, eagerly waiting to be serviced.
"Oh, fuck," Cooper moaned again, as I grinded his hard-on with my nose.
I unbuckled his canvas belt and unbuttoned the cut-offs, revealing black Etnies boxers. The front of the tight underwear was stretched to the limit by his raging hard-on. I slipped my fingers under the waistband and started to yank his boxers down along with the cut-offs. Cooper lifted his hips so that I was able to slide them under his butt. His cock sprang into full attention, and I took a moment to examine it with my eyes. It was a good-sized love muscle, but not a monster. I would have no trouble to fit it in my mouth and give it a thorough servicing.
I tossed Cooper´s pants and boxers aside and started to lick his feet again. When my tongue got past his knees, I spread his long legs wide apart. He had shown keen interest when Scotty praised my ball-licking skills, so that´s what he was going to get. I tasted the area between his ball-sack and thighs tentatively with my tongue. The skin felt hot and moist.
I started to lick the sweat off Cooper´s balls, just like Scotty had promised I would. This made him go crazy. He grabbed my hair with his hands, holding my head in place, to make sure I wouldn´t stop. But I wasn´t going anywhere. With long, gentle licks I bathed every inch of his crotch with my tongue. The taste and smell of skaterboy sweat filled my senses.
Then, in a surprise move, I licked the shaft of his hard cock from the root to the crown. I heard him gasp.
"Jesus fucking Christ."
I continued licking, feeling his hard abdomen with my hands. Cooper pushed his pelvis up against my mouth.
"Get on the bed," he suddenly said in a raspy voice.
I climbed up, but obviously not fast enough for Cooper. He grabbed me by the neck of my t-shirt, dragging me up. I heard my shirt rip, but he didn´t let go until I was where he wanted me. Cooper gathered hastily two pillows against the end of the bed behind my head and straddled me, his cock pointing up. The schlong was shining with precum and my spit. He took a hold of his cum-gun and pointed it at my mouth.
"Open up," he hissed.
I opened my mouth wide, and he pushed his cock inside.
He started to fuck my face right away with forceful thrusts. There was not much I could do to assist him now, as my head was pinned between the pillows and his pelvis, but I did my best. I closed my lips tight around his pumping cock and wrapped my arms around his slim waist, feeling his strong back, smooth thighs and hairy shins with my hands. And of course, his buttocks. I loved Cooper´s smooth and hairless skaterboy buttocks. They were smaller than Scotty´s football-player mounds, but hard and strong and hollow on the sides. I kneaded his butt muscles, feeling them tense and ease under my fingers in pace with his fucking.
Finally he couldn´t postpone his climax anymore.
"I´m gonna cum in your mouth, okay?" he grunted, and filled my mouth with warm sperm. Well, I would´ve had hard time answering him anyway, as my mouth was filled with teenage cock, now shooting slime. And what a stupid question from a boy using a cocksucker. Of-fucking course you cum in my mouth!
Cooper had produced quite a load while watching the video and my mouth was filled to the limit. After unloading his balls into my mouth he pulled his cock out, and I managed to swallow his load without spilling a drop. He was about to get up, but I took hold of his waist and pulled him back. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and milked the last drop of cum into my mouth. Then I kissed the tip of his teenage fuck-rod. Cooper grinned at me.
"Holy fuck! That was awesome. Can we do it again sometime?"
I smiled back at him.
"Sure. The sooner the better."
Cooper fetched his boxers and cutoffs from the floor, pulled them up and tucked his softening cock inside. He wrapped his t-shirt around his neck and I handed him his socks and shoes. He was going to leave the room but stopped in the doorway, and turned to look at me.
"Look, man, I´m supposed to brag about this downstairs, you know what I mean?"
"Sure. I don´t mind," I said, liking him more and more.
Soon I could hear Scotty´s loud voice from downstairs.
"Did you work the cocksucker good?"
"Yeah, the poor faggot probably passed out," Cooper replied.
Both boys laughed. Then Scotty said:
"Let´s give him a minute to recover before I throw him out." More laughter.
I went to the bathroom to wash my face. I didn´t rinse my mouth as the taste of Cooper´s jizz was actually really pleasant. I tried to fix my hair with my fingers and climbed the stairs down quietly, intending to sneak out unnoticed. Fail.
"Come here, dude," Scotty´s voice called me from the living-room.
I walked over and stood in front of Scotty. I didn´t know what to do with my hands so I kept them on my sides, like a GI standing in attention.
"You did good with the video, dude. The sound was great."
"Thanks."
"But dude, now that I´ve got two chicks to fuck, I won´t be needing you for now, so don´t call me or expect any calls from me. But I want you to keep clean for me, so don´t give blowjobs to any other guys meanwhile. Well, unless Cooper needs you."
He glanced at Cooper.
"Wanna use the cocksucker?"
Cooper smiled.
"Well, yeah. Sure. Thanks, Scotty."
"You´re welcome, bro."
Then Scotty looked at me again, pretending to be surprised.
"You´re still here?"
"Well yeah, I mean no," I stammered. The boys´ laughter escorted me out.
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