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 6
Scotty looked at me, pretending to be surprised.
"You´re still here?"
"Well yeah, I mean no," I stammered. The boys´ laughter escorted me out.
I rode my bike, smiling. The evening was warm, but I could feel cool air blowing through the tear in the back of my t-shirt.
The afternoon had been full of surprises. I had arrived at Scotty´s house expecting just to give him the video and leave. Instead, I had met Cooper.
Scotty and Cooper were in many ways alike: both were very good-looking, confident, popular and successful. Yet they were so different. Cooper had showed me some consideration, and seemed to be a pretty decent guy compared to Scotty, who had no interest whatsoever in my feelings. But Cooper had also shown me his other side. He was capable of handling me with great determination, if that was needed to bring him the relief he desired.
The cool skaterboy had looked at me with disgust when Scotty offered him my oral services. But after watching the hot sex video he changed his mind and decided to give me a try. After I had worshiped his crotch and cock on my knees with my lips and tongue for a while, he became so horny that he ordered me to get on the bed so that he could fuck my face. I wasn´t moving fast enough for him, so he simply grabbed me by the neck of my t-shirt and dragged me up so that my shirt was torn. He needed to get off, and if it meant ripping up a fag´s shirt, who cares.
And that ruthlessness is one of the countless qualities I admire in straight boys. Since middle-school age I have known I am different from them. I have always been a scrawny kid, and hated all kinds of sports. Sports are, of course, a major dividing social factor in young boys´ life, so I became more and more isolated from the crowd. I was picked on at school because of my lowly social status and my delicate, maybe even a little feminine facial features.
I was clumsy and weak, and in gym class my efforts to run fast or play ball always ended in public laughter. The only compensation for my humiliation came in the locker room afterwards. The sweaty dudes undressing right in front of me, the overpowering aroma of teen boy sweat, the guys emerging from the shower, their wet bodies shining. It was intoxicating, and I had to be very careful not to let the other kids see my boner.
I was 13 when someone yelled "Fag!" for the first time as I was walking across the schoolyard. But all the humiliation and social isolation didn´t reduce my admiration of straight boys.
The teasing and name-calling ended when I entered high school. I was still a loner, but I tried to hang out with the cool boys as much as I could, enjoying every minute they let me spend with them.
I can never grow tired watching a good-looking, confident straight boy. The way he grins when he flirts with girls, his hair always fixed in the coolest possible way. The way he goofs around with the other guys, exchanging high-fives with them and laughing at raunchy jokes, his jeans hanging low enough to show the waistband of his boxers. The way he lifts the hem of his t-shirt absentmindedly to scratch his flat abdomen, or shamelessly puts his hand in his pants in front of everyone to arrange his package, the way his tight buttocks sway inside his faded jeans when he struts in the schoolyard. The way he bumps into me on purpose at the classroom doorway, both of us knowing that I will apologize and let him go first.
This lengthy introduction is my way to try to tell you why I am willing to be used by guys like Scotty and Cooper, to be their cocksucker. They know I am always available to pleasure them, and I enjoy being at their disposal. Nobody has to become a cocksucker; it is something you do of your own will. But after you have made that decision, it becomes a commitment and you must be devoted and loyal to the boy using you. The purpose of the relationship between you and him is to bring him pleasure and satisfaction, nothing else. You do your best to please him and finally accept his cum-load in your mouth, thanking him with your eyes.
I don´t particularly like the taste of cum, although Cooper has a pleasant tinge of lime-juice in his. But the slime the boy unloads into my mouth is my reward, a proof that I served him as well as he deserved and brought him the relief he needed. When he is done, my privilege of spending time with him comes to an end and I am dismissed.
As Scotty´s and Cooper´s cocksucker I am theirs to use. And if they want to a make a little fun of me for their entertainment, so be it – straight boys rule the world. And I am convinced that kissing Cooper´s feet was more arousing for me than him.
Scotty forwarded me now to Cooper, as he didn´t need my services anymore. I was a little disappointed, as I had enjoyed enormously serving that young stallion. On the other hand, he was so selfish and unconcerned of my feelings that I lived in constant fear, not knowing what he would come up with next. I had a feeling that my life was going to get better servicing Cooper. And I sure was going to do my best to keep him satisfied with me.
I wonder what he has in store for me...
To be continued?
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