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Scott #1 lived across the street from me. He and his family moved in when I was about seven years old. We hung together, were in Scouts together, played sandlot baseball and football together, rode bikes together, tried smoking our first cigarettes together, all the stuff that guys do together.
There wasnıt really anything special about him. He was pretty average: brown hair, always cut short, brown eyes, average height and weight...and size ;-) Circumcised. The only things that were unusual were that he had a birthmark on his left ass cheek, which he very kindly showed me, and he had very large and very dark nipples, the size of (U.S.) silver dollars, which he was always rubbing and pinching whenever he was bare-chested. He did have very soft skin. Real soft. And smooth. Totally hot!
One of the things we did together was to eat at each otherıs houses then sleep over on weekends. The first sleep-over, in Scottıs basement, wasnıt anything special, just lying in our sleeping bags, staying up late watching TV and eating junk food. The second sleep-over, this time in my basement, was a little more interesting. This time, my dad set up a pair of army cots for us to use. When it got late, late enough that my parents were sure to be asleep, we started getting a little curious about each other, about how we looked without our clothes on. Some sort of bet was made, I donıt remember exactly what, but I know I won and Scott lost. The deal was that the winner would strip naked for five seconds and the loser would strip for ten, so that we each could see the other naked. This was the first time I ever saw another guy naked (no P.E. in Catholic grade school, which went from K-8)...and I liked what I saw. And so did Scott. Scott also liked being naked and being looked at naked. [Remind you of anyone? ;-)] He liked it so much that he wanted to make another bet, that each of us would have to run around the basement naked, the loser for more times than the winner, of course. I was too much of a wuss to do that, so Scott did it himself, even without betting. Man, was that hot! Seeing a naked guy running around the basement, his cock and balls bouncing around! If I had known how to jerk off, or even what jerking off was, I would have cum all over the fucking cot...and walls...and ceiling. It was totally, completely HOT!! So, now that we saw each other naked, and both liked what we saw ;-), Scott and I would have to get together more often. And we did.
Iım not sure the order of these next ³adventures in sexuality² is right, but they all happened after that first experience and before Scott joined the high school swim team and decided he didnıt want to mess around with guys anymore, that he liked girls better...for sex, anyway, or so he told all his swimmer buds.
One time when Scott was over and we were in my room talking or studying or something, we somehow got to wrestling each other. Full contact wrestling. Of course, while wrestling, itıs hard to always control where your hands end up. Sometimes they ³accidentally² grab the other guyıs crotch. That seemed to happen a lot. A WHOLE LOT! ;-) It was a nice feeling for both the one grabbing and the one being grabbed. So nice that, not only did I get really hard, I also...uhh...creamed my jeans (?), shot my load (?) Came! I never did that before. Never came at all, at least not when I was awake. (Still didnıt know about masturbation. Damn! Total retard!) I didnıt know how to react. I kinda panicked. I quit wrestling right away and told Scott to go home. He didnıt know what the fuck was going on and I couldnıt tell him since I didnıt know either (No sex-ed in Catholic school, and none from my parents, either, just what I learned from other kids and I guess I hadnıt gotten to that lesson yet.) Another pair of underwear I had to secretly throw away. How could I explain that white stuff inside to my mom when she washed them?
Another time, Scott and I were going to go fishing early Saturday morning, so we naturally had to spend Friday night together so we could get up early enough to get to fool the fish or something. (Why do people get up early to go fishing, anyway?)This time we spent the night in my bedroom. There was only one bed, a twin bed, so Scott brought along his sleeping bag. Well, I think we may have played a game of strip poker that night cause we both ended up naked. Strange, huh? I had some Playboys that we both looked at and I noticed that Scott got hard while looking at them. I got hard looking at Scott get hard. When we finished looking at the magazines, we both got into my bed and turned off the lights. We were both lying next to each other, naked, on our backs, when Scott started to feel me up, caressing my balls and stroking my cock. (Why didnıt I cum then?) Well, he did that for a while, then it was my turn. So I did the same. It felt even better than when we were wrestling cause this time we didnıt have any clothes ³protecting² us from each othersı hands. Kinda strange how something like a cock can be hard and soft at the same time. The balls are kinda nice, too. After a while, I wanted to try something different. So I got Scott to turn over and lie (lay?) on his stomach. Then I got on his back, but I was on my back, so that our butts were rubbing against each other. That wasnıt quite doing what I expected, so I turned around and lay on him with my front side on his backside and my dick in his butt crease. That felt a lot better. Of course, I didnıt know that there was someplace else I could put my dick that would have felt even better. This was good enough for me. Then.
Then there was the time Scott came over and we went up to my room to play strip poker, again. Hey, I like playing strip poker with cute guys, okay? [Any volunteers? Hint, hint ;-)] Anyways, Scottıs little sister also came over, not for me, but to play with my sister in her room. So, since we didnıt want to be disturbed, for obvious reasons, I gave my sister some of my tapes so she and Scottıs sister could keep themselves occupied while Scott and I uh...had some fun (?)..with each other. (Did I mention my parents were downstairs the whole time? Youıll see why this is interesting a little later.) Well, everything was going great. My sister and Scottıs sister were playing with each other in my sisterıs room and Scott and I were about to play with each other in my room. In a different way, of course ;-) So, the poker game went along and we each got more and more naked, till finally Scott was altogether in the altogether and so was I. Scott was sitting behind the table we were using to play (cards) on and he was sitting in a chair facing the door to my room. I was sitting on the edge of the bed facing Scott. Some of the cards fell on the floor and I had to go down (so to speak) to pick them up. Just then, someone knocked on my door and, before I could tell them to go away, my sister came into my room. I went berserk, yelling at her to get out, but she didnıt know exactly why cuz she could only see that I didnıt have a shirt on. I guess she couldnıt see Scottıs naked body and nice erection through the legs on the table, probably because she was too concerned about my yelling. She finally got the idea, put the tapes on the bed and quickly left, closing the door behind her. I think she and Scottıs sister figured out what we were doing after awhile, but she never said anything. Nor did I when I kinda got the idea she and Scottıs sister were doing the same kinda things, more or less (I guess with girls it has to be less, huh?) that Scott and I were doing with each other. Because of all the commotion, I had to think up some excuse for my outburst for my parents. I gave them the lame story that Scott and I were just sitting around with our shirts off cuz we were sweating from playing basketball - even though it was about 40° F outside at the time. Did they buy it? Well, they never said anything. I guess ignorance is sometimes better than knowing whatıs really going on in your gay sonıs life, huh? If youıre a religious Catholic parent, anyway.
Another time, again after getting naked for some reason, Scott said he would teach me how men and women have sex. I was interested, but didnıt want to be the woman. Who would? So he said he would. He also said that when they have sex, the man lies on his back and the woman lays on top of him, because of the weight difference. Being completely stupid, that sounded right, so I got on the bed on my back and he got on top of me and kinda moved his cock back and forth over mine, pressing it into mine with our balls bouncing off each otherıs. Is that hot or what? Even if you have to play the girl part, itıs worth it.
Sometime, someone had mentioned the term, ³blowjob.² I wanted to know what this was and thought the best way to find out was to get someone to do it to me. Guess who? Well, like I said, I didnıt know what a blowjob was, but was pretty sure it involved one personıs lips and another personıs cock and I was pretty sure I wanted to be the one who supplied the cock. Naturally, Scott knew what a blowjob was, (public school, yıknow) but he wouldnıt tell me. So we made a deal: I would blow him first if he would blow me next. He agreed and got naked. I knelt down in front of his cock and started to blow, like you blow out candles, never touching his dick with my mouth. He was pissed. He said thatıs not how you do it, you have to put the guyıs dick in your mouth and SUCK ON IT! No way was I gonna do that. Thatıs GAY! So I stood up and Scott got dressed, ready to leave, when I reminded him of our deal. He didnıt want to really blow me, so I told him he could just do to me what I did to him. I got naked and he blew me, just like I had done to him, never touching my dick with his mouth. It was still kinda hot, even if it wasnıt as hot as it could have been or should have been.
There were a couple times when we just got together some afternoons after school and went up to one of our rooms, usually mine because Scott shared his with his younger brother, who was also really hot and better built than Scott was, at least from the waist up cuz he was into weightlifting, and Scott and I just stripped and rubbed our cocks against each otherıs, just cuz it felt good. That was fun, too. There was also a time when we were in my backyard and I got Scott in a kinda a wrestling hold while we were sitting at the picnic table and I pushed his head into my crotch. He just stayed there for a couple minutes. Didnıt do anything, but didnıt try to get out, either. Felt kinda good having a guyıs head between my legs ;-)And the time we were going into the basement thru the garage and had to go down a couple steps. At the bottom, Scott grabbed me, pushed me against the wall and started to undo my jeans. Being the wuss I was (am?), I resisted and he stopped before he got to the good part. When we left, I did the same to him, but this time he resisted and I didnıt get to the good part. FUCK!
The last time I got together with Scott, in my room again, was right before he got on the swim team. Since he was getting into sports and since we were both growing, in several ways, I thought it would be a good idea if we measured each other and saw who was really bigger, I mean taller ;-) To get the best measurement, you gotta be measured naked. Everyone knows that, including Scott. So we got naked. Again. Scott got up against the wall first so I could mark his height with a pencil. I thought the best way would be to do it face to face [and dick to dick ;-)], so thatıs the way I did it, pressing my body, and cock, tight up against his, then made a mark at the top of his head. When Scott went to measure me, he did it differently. He measured me from the side, rubbing his dick against my arm. When he did that, he was actually starting to cum and he came on my arm. What could I do? I wiped my arm on his stomach to get the jit off. His stomach felt great, soft and smooth, oh man! What I can't figure out is why, if he was so aroused that he could cum just from me pressing up against him, would he want to stop having sex with me? Just cuz I was a guy, I guess, and cuz he was afraid of what his friends on the swim team would say about him. Peer pressure bites!
Well, thatıs the story of Scott #1, the last, and first, of my ³Scott trilogy.² Hope you enjoyed it. I know I did! ;-) So, who does that leave for next year? Hmmm, youıll just haveta wait anı see!;-)
(Please donıt tell anyone else about this, yıknow, like strangers, or put it on your web pages. I was too lazy to change the names and Iım sure, if he read it, even if you changed the names, he could figure out who wrote it and probably wouldnıt be too happy about it. Thanks.)
Scott #2. was also a neighbor guy. We also did guy stuff together like riding bikes and playing football and bowling, etc. Scott #2., though, never slept over. Too bad. Because the thing I remember most about him was the night he came over to visit and we ended up playing strip poker.
Physically, this Scott wasnıt that much more remarkable than Scott #1. He was a little taller, a little more buff, especially in the area of the pecs, brown hair, brown eyes, normal size nipples and no birth mark on his ass. He also didnıt play with his nipples whenever he had his shirt off. About the only thing weird about him was that he didnıt like rock music. He liked Frank Sinatra. Frank Sinatra??? Is that fucked or what?
He was a public school kid, unlike me, so he had to be more sexually aware, what with phys ed and sex ed and all that stuff that Catholic schools never teach because theyıre afraid itıll corrupt all us innocents. Talk about fucked! Iım sure theyıre real proud of the way I turned out: Gay and horny! Is there anything better? No fuckinı way! Guess I could have been a priest. And donıt think I didnıt think about that. Every Catholic boy in parochial school is steered toward the priesthood. And every girl toward the sisterhood. I was even a Mass server and lector (If youıre not Catholic, thatıs the guy who tells the people at Mass what to do and reads some passages from the Bible. None of the ones about sex, though. People couldnıt handle that in church.)
(Ever wonder what priests wear under their cassocks? I never did, but itıs just plain old black pants and a white shirt...and a Roman collar, of course...at least when theyıre ³on duty.² Thankfully, I never saw them off duty. Makes me cringe at the thought.)
Well, anyway, one night Scott #2 came over for no apparent reason. We went up to my room to talk or something and when things started to get boring, about five minutes after he got there, we started looking for something interesting to do. (No TV in my room, something else that would corrupt me.) I had a deck of cards lying on my desk, so I asked if he wanted to play cards. He said yes and asked what I wanted to play. You know what this is leading up to, donıt you? I suggested we play strip poker. I always suggest playing strip poker. But no one ever wanted to. Except the other Scott. Until then. Man, it almost blew me away when he said heıd play strip poker with me, but, hey, I wasnıt gonna argue!
So, we played strip poker according to my rules, which I thought were the real rules. Maybe they are. Every time you lose a hand, you take off some piece of clothing. You start with stuff like belts and shoe laces then go on to the better stuff. So, Scott would win a hand and Iıd have to take something off, then Iıd win a hand and Scott would have to take something off. Shoes. Shirt. Pants. Til finally there we were, sitting in our underwear, hard as you can get, complete boners, total chubbies, great hard-ons, awesome woodies, all covered, slightly, by our briefs, just looking at each other's crotch, wondering who would be the first to get naked. Not to keep you in suspense, but it was me. Not that I minded. Well, maybe a little, cause I was hoping to see Scottıs dick, especially after seeing the huge bulge in his briefs. Fortunately, we played another hand, I donıt really know why, maybe because Scott wanted to strip, too. He lost, so off came his shorts. Thatıs when I saw IT! His huge motherfuckinı cock. The biggest cock Iıve ever seen! Mustıve been a good foot long. Thatıs 12 inches. 30 cm? A third of a meter? We donıt use metric much down here. It was just BIG! And thick, too. Maybe even bigger than yours! (I know, hard to believe. But true!) Now, thatıs BIG! (By the way, did anyone ever call you ³tripod² in school? How about ³horsedick²? There was a guy in my high school p.e. class called that, and for good reason, too. Maybe Iıll tell you about my high school locker room sometime. No sex, but lots of nice bodies. And cocks. And only one that wasnıt circumcised. Trust me, I was taking notes.)
So, now that Scott and I are both totally, completely naked and hard as hell, youıre probably wondering what we did. Youıll never guess, so I may as well tell you. I grabbed a pillow and covered my dick while I stared at Scottıs for a while. What a fuckinı wuss!!! (me, I mean) What I shouldıve done was play another hand, loser blows the winner, then make sure I lose! So what if I choke to death? What a way to go! But we were both young and stupid, or at least I was (still am?) so we got dressed and Scott went home. I didnıt even know about jerking off then (remember, I was in Catholic school), so nothing else happened. Oh, man, just thinking about it makes me sick...and a little hard. A lot hard! Another missed opportunity. DAMN!!! How many chances do you get to do it with a guy like that?
Well, thatıs the story of Scott #2. Gotta go now. Iım really more than a little hard. Pre-cum? Oh, yeah! And more, soon! Real soon!
Yes, there's another Scott! This one didn't get quite so involved, though :-( He was one of the cutest guys I know. Real smooth bod, long curly blond hair, blue eyes, and a killer smile! As soon as I saw him I knew I wanted him! But it wasn't gonna happen, no matter how hard I tried, and I tried HARD! We used to go swimming together, sometimes in his pool, other times in the local creek, but when we swam at his pool, I had to change in the "guest cabana" while he changed in his room, and when we went to the creek, we didn't even change! The only good part about going to the creek was that we went on my motorcycle. It had a sissy bar on back and I'd push back as far as I could, jut to feel his crotch up against my ass. Nice feeling ;-)
We went camping together a couple times, once with a bunch of other guys from the place he worked, and nothing happened, didn't even get to see him nekkid! Only in swim trunks :-( And just the two of us went camping once, too. Even then I didn't get to see all of him :-( Even after drinking a half-bottle of Bacardi 151! I thought that would at least loosen him up enough to play strip poker with me, but no such luck :-( He was str8 and he wasn't gonna change, or even "experiment," no matter what I tried. Well, my last chance came one time when he visited me at school. I had another bottle of rum ready, and a deck of cards, and swim trunks, but none of those worked exactly the way I wanted :-( But there is a bright side to this story: when we were changing to go swimming, he was in one corner of the room and I was in the other, and I did get a quick peek at his dick as he changed which gave me an idea: knowing how guys feel about their parts, the pride they have in them, after seeing how hairless his crotch was, I made a bet with him - I bet him $5 that he didn't have any hair on his balls. And guess what? HE TOOK THE BET! So, I went over to his corner of the room and he pulled down his briefs, but only as far as the bottom of his shaft. Then I reminded him that the bet was about hair on his balls, so he reluctantly pulled his briefs all the way down, put his hand under his balls, and lifted them up for me to see that there really was hair on his balls! Of course, that wasn't really what I was interested in, but it gave me the chance to see his nice, smooth cut, average size cock, and I took the chance and used it! Man, was he nice! Besides his smooth bod, gr8 hair and killer smile, he had one of the most perfect cocks I've ever seen. Only wish he'd been as happy about showing it to me as I was about seeing it (finally!) But he obviously wasn't, so I never did find out just how big it got :-( Oh, well, at least I got to see it!
Oh yeah, one other thing! Right before he was gonna go back home after this weekend together, I wanted to take a pic of him. And he agreed! But only if he could take one of me, first. Of course, I agreed, so he told me to strip down to my briefs and sit on the bed and he took my pic. Then I got to do the same with him! I didn't know it at the time, but while I was taking his pic, he was slyly giving me the finger! Hey, I don't care! I still got a pic of him stripped to his briefs! Something nice to look at - for a lotta reasons!
Glenn was blond with nice blue eyes, a killer smile, and a gr8 bod! He was an athlete, sorta: he played soccer in high school. Lotsa fun watching him run around in those cute little soccer shorts :-) The only reason I ever went to soccer games was to see him - well, and maybe a couple of the other cute guys who were on the team ;-) but I really liked Glenn and he liked me. Unfortunately, he also liked girls, and for sex, not just for friendship :-( So, I had to try and get along with that idea, hoping Glenn would someday want more of a relationship with me than just friendship, but knowing, fearing, that he wouldn't.
My relationship with Glenn was almost completely platonic, at least on his part. We'd occasionally get a couple six-packs of cheap beer and spend the evenings at each other's houses, depending on whose parents were away at the time. And we'd practice soccer together sometimes, with me in goal and Glenn trying to score on me, which he almost always did, but not in the way I wanted him to :-( And we'd sometimes do other physical stuff together, like fitness runs and stuff, sometimes even ditching school just to do that. It was during one of these times that I saw Glenn in his briefs for the first - and only :-( time. We had come back to my place to get ready for one of those fitness courses, an unplanned thing, and Glenn didn't have his p.e. stuff with him, so I loaned him an extra set I had. So, naturally, we had to get changed before going on this run, so we did. I'm not sure if he noticed my huge wood when I was watching him pull down his pants revealing his Fruit of the Loom white briefs tightly stretched around his bulging, but not hard, cock. If he had looked up, he couldn't have helped but see it, but he never said anything, maybe out of embarrassment, maybe cause he just wasn't interested. But when I saw him standing there, smooth, nicely formed bod, cute face, sexy smile, it was all I could do to keep from shooting a load in my briefs and totally embarrassing myself right in front of him, and maybe scaring him away for good!
Well, I didn't, and we stayed friends. :-) But the best time I had with Glenn, or at least the closest to sex we ever came, was one time when his gf was away and we got a couple six packs and went to the local quarry, where kids frequently went swimming in the summer. We drank some of the beers, I was feeling horny, a typical feeling around Glenn, and he mentioned that his belt was getting tight and he should probably stop drinking. Naturally, I didn't want that to happen, so I came up with a solution: I offered to undo his belt! Am I a nice guy or what? ;-) Well, he didn't object, so I proceeded to undo his belt, opening it all the way. He didn't say anything so, just to make sure he had enough room for more beers, I also undid his top jeans button. He didn't mind that, either! So, to be absolutely sure he had enough room, I then pulled down his fly and stretched open the waist of his jeans, showing me the outline of his cock. Well, if it had been a little lighter out, he could've easily seen the outline of my cock - through my jeans and all - it was pretty hard to hide in that state. What I really wanted to do then was ask him, "Want me to keep going?" But instead, remembering that he had told me earlier how he had beat the shit out of one of his friends who made a pass at him, and even though the moment felt right, like he wanted me to keep going, I wussed out and stopped stripping him right then, not wanting to risk getting the shit beat outta me and more importantly, not wanting to risk losing his friendship, since that was a relationship I really wanted to keep, maybe even more than I wanted to have sex with him, but it was probably a pretty close call. Looking back now, I wish I had gone further, maybe gotten a look at his cock, maybe gotten a taste of it, maybe gotten the shit beat outta me. Maybe it woulda been worth it ;-) I have a feeling it might've.
Glenn #1 was the one guy (so far) that I truly, deeply, intensely LOVED! He was soooo nice. He had the greatest personality of anyone I ever met. He could charm the pants off anyone he wanted to, and he occasionally did ;-) Unfortunately, he wasn't all that interested in charming my pants off :-( even though he could easily have done it ;-)
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