Horny Straight Scott
By Natty Soltesz
I knew Scott from my high school, but we’d never really been friends. He was a couple of years older than me. After I graduated high school I went to college in the city, and one day during my second semester Scott saw me on the street and we officially met each other. Over the next couple of years we would see each other around town and say hello. I was a junior in college when we ended up at a party together. He had a couple of joints rolled up in his pocket and he and his friends invited me to smoke with them. I had never really talked to Scott at length, but we ended up getting along pretty well. It was good to talk to someone from my home town, and we enjoyed sharing stories about the people and places we knew.
He told me that he sold weed, and since I was always in the market I made sure to get his phone number before the end of the party. Soon enough I was going over to his place a lot—he had an apartment in a quieter neighborhood pretty far from campus, and it was always nice to get away from the craziness of my college neighborhood and go chill at his apartment. He had a nice place, he lived alone. He still sold me weed on a regular basis, but we’d also chill at his place, drink some beer and smoke up, watch TV, that sort of thing.
We became best friends; we just fell into a natural rhythm of always hanging out with each other. We had really good conversations—he was more intelligent than most of the friends I had made in college, even though he’d dropped out not far into his first year. We liked a lot of the same music and stuff like that. There was another, deeper part of me that enjoyed being with him—not so much an attraction. He was just really nice, really confident and secure, not the type of guy to jerk you around or anything.
When I’d talked to Scott at the party he’d mentioned having a girlfriend, but a couple weeks later they had broken up. So Scott was single, and had a lot more time on his hands, and I think he appreciated my company for that. I’d recently tried dating a girl, but it hadn’t worked out at all, and I was feeling pretty confused about my sexuality. Still, it didn’t occur to me that I might be attracted to Scott. He was just a buddy who I got along with really well.
I’d spent the day with some friends. It was a really nice, hot summer day, and none of us had anything to do, so we all took a drive up to the lake and spent the afternoon swimming in dirty water and lounging in the grass. After they dropped me off, I called Scott on his cell phone to see what he was up to. He was out picking up some weed, which was great because I’d smoked all of my stash the day before, and I was really looking forward to spending a relaxing summer evening getting high. Scott said he’d be back at his place around eight in the evening, and I should come by then.
I cleaned up my apartment a little, ate some dinner, and decided to walk over to Scott’s. It was a beautiful evening, the sun hanging low in the sky, and I was feeling very mellow from the swimming and the sun earlier in the day. The walk was long but really enjoyable. When I got to Scott’s the sun had gone down.
Scott was weighing out the weed on his coffee table, listening to some weird electronic music. We talked while he finished up the job. Scott sounded kind of down, and I asked him why.
“I kind of miss her,” he said, referring to his girlfriend. “I guess I’m just sort of lonely…not to mention horny.” We rolled up a joint and passed it back and forth. It was good weed. I was feeling good all over.
Scott turned on the TV and turned out the lights. We watched an episode of “Blind Date.”
“Fuck that chick’s hot,” Scott said in reference to one of the women on the show. It was hot in his apartment. He took off his shirt, so all he was wearing were a pair of shiny blue basketball shorts. I was just absently noticing what a good looking guy Scott was. He had thick, dark hair that stood up straight from his head, and a goatee. His chest was well built and hairy, he was a really masculine guy.
We hit Scott’s bong during the commercial break, and another episode of “Blind Date” came on. We watched the beginning of it in silence.
“Fuck I am really horny!” Scott said, turning to me and smiling.
“Me too, dude, me too…”
“I got some porno, want to pop one in?”
“Yeah, you got anything good?” Scott told me what movies he had as he got up to get it. I realized I was hornier than I’d initially thought, and they way things seemed to be going were even making me hornier. Were we going to beat off together? It looked that way.
Scott stuck the movie in his VCR and sat back on the couch. I was on the easy chair right next to him. The movie got started, “Black Anal Cheerleaders.” It was pretty hot. We didn’t talk much; we just watched the movie and got hornier. Finally, I noticed Scott started feeling his dick a little through his shorts. I started to feel my own cock. Then Scott just stuck his hand down his shorts and started stroking himself, his eyes still glued to the movie. However, the sight of him in the blue flickering light of the TV, his thick arm down the waistband of his shorts, a serious look on his face, had me much hornier than the movie did. I unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped my pants and slid my hand down my sweaty stomach under the waistband of my tighty-whities. My cock was rock hard.
Scott looked over at me.
“This is pretty hot, huh?” he said.
“Yeah,” I said, looking towards the movie. Scott was still turned to me.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he said, and smiled. I laughed.
“Yeah?” I said.
“Yeah, dude, let’s beat off,” he said, standing up to pull his shorts down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his thick cock sprung up from his crotch. It was big: heavy-looking, thick and fat. It hung at a ninety degree angle from a thick thatch of public hair. Scott stood there, more or less in front of me, his head turned to watch the movie. He took hold of his cock and stroked it lightly, while I watched him, intently.
He sat back on the couch and smiled at me.
“Your turn,” he said. He meant it half-jokingly and we both sort of chuckled, but in another way it was completely serious. I stood up and pulled my shorts down, trying to act nonchalant. My cock was rock hard at this point, and Scott was staring straight at it.
“Fuck, you got a big dick,” he said.
“No way. Yours is way bigger.”
“Want to compare?” he said. Again, it was a half-serious joke. I sat back in the chair and stroked some more, trying to keep my eyes on the movie. Scott was still glancing at my dick.
“Seriously, have you ever measured it?”
“No,” I said, completely lying.
“It’s gotta be like eight inches…here, stand up,” he said, getting up from the couch. I got up and we stood in front of each other, examining each other’s cocks. “Mine’s eight inches.”
“Yeah, but it’s really thick,” I said.
“Yeah.”
“Like mine stands up really hard, but yours is so heavy it hangs over your balls,” I said.
“It is fucking heavy,” Scott said, holding his thick slab of prick in his palm and heaving it up.
“Really?” I said, and I reached my hand out to feel it. “Yeah, dude, it’s really fucking thick,” I said, lifting it up and down.
“Keep doing that and you’ll make it even thicker,” Scott said, so I didn’t take my hand away. I felt around his cock, I started stroking it a little. I raised it up and stroked the whole length of it. I reached under his balls and hefted them up, cupping his whole package in my hand. Scott watched as I felt his cock. I kept stroking him, and by now he was as hard as he was going to get. He put his hand on my shoulder to brace himself.
“Fuck that feels good,” he said. He started his rocking his hips a little with my strokes. The feel of his cock in my hand was turning me on to no end. I started feeling up his body with my other hand, running it along hairy chest and stomach. Scott was getting more and more into it, and I thought he was going to come. But with his hand on my shoulder he started pushing me down. I knelt down in front of him and moved closer to his dick. He had his hand on the back of my head, urging me toward him.
When I took the head of his prick in my mouth, I thought Scott was going to collapse, his legs got so weak. I sucked on the end of his knob, licking the pre-cum off the slit. I could hardly believe that I had my good buddy’s cock in my mouth, but it was turning me on so much I didn’t think about it too much. The taste and smell of it was incredible. I slid my lips down his tool, taking as much of it into my throat as I could. Scott moaned. I was sucking his cock, sucking him off.
Scott sort of fell back on the couch and I followed him. I got in between his hairy thighs. I lifted his cock up and tongued his balls, then ran my tongue up and down his thick shaft. I started sucking his cock in earnest, anticipating him cumming in my mouth, really wanting to taste his thick cum and swallow it.
Scott was moaning, just totally going off and enjoying it. He pushed on the back of my head, fucking my mouth. A couple of times he said stuff like, “Oh yeah, suck my cock,” which really fucking turned me on. I could feel him getting closer and closer, his thick cock sliding really fast in and out of my mouth. I wanted to suck the cum right out of him and drink it down, all hot and thick. I grabbed his balls and pulled on them, and Scott let loose and started cumming. I felt the first jet hit the back of my throat, and then the rest of his cum filled my mouth. Scott was groaning, panting, holding my head impaled on his prick. I swallowed it all; I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on.
I stood up. My cock was rock hard and slick with pre-cum and I started stroking it.
“Shoot it on me,” Scott said, and it didn’t take me but five seconds before I did just that. I shot ropes of hot cum all over his hairy, sweaty chest; and he started rubbing it into his chest, tweaking his fat nipples. I was so turned on, I leaned down and started licking the cum and sweat off of his body.
When we were finished he went and jumped in the shower. I turned off the porno; “Blind Date” was still on. I watched it while I came down. Scott came out from the shower wearing a different pair of basketball shorts.
“Whew, fuck, that was nice,” he said.
“Dude, pack up your bong.”
“Oh hell yeah,” he said. “We have definitely got to do that again sometime,” he said, and I totally agreed. We talked about it some more, pretty openly. I was glad things didn’t seem tense or strange between us.
“I really got off on you sucking my cock,” he said.
“I really got off on sucking your cock.” Such was the beginning of a strange and beautiful relationship that changed my life forever.