Horny Straight Scott VII
By Natty Soltesz
Time passed. I grew up. I grew older.
I never forgot about Scott. I would hear about him from time to time, from people who’d seen him around my hometown. But I had my own life to attend to, and apparently so did he.
I concentrated on finishing school, then on getting a job. Eventually I started writing for a local newspaper, which led to freelancing for the local gay press. I enjoyed it, and as I became more comfortable with my own sexuality, I became more comfortable with my place in the gay community.
The relationships I got involved in after Scott followed a basic pattern—it was always a “straight” friend of mine who I suspected wouldn’t mind fooling around. I would make a couple of moves, and before I knew it we would be fucking on a regular basis. It’s strange the way we’re helpless to repeat ourselves—some might say doomed to repeat ourselves.
It had gotten tiring. I was in love, again, with another straight guy, and it hurt. It seemed to hurt worse and worse every time it happened, until the pain began to cancel out the pleasure. Travis—“straight,” of course, though I’d met him at the gay newspaper he worked for—had just told me, in not so many words, that he didn’t want me around anymore. That I was “dangerous.” This, when I had just been getting ready to invite him to my parent’s house for Christmas.
Needless to say I wasn’t feeling particularly joyous about the holiday. I never really went out when I stayed at my parent’s house, but on Christmas Eve I felt like drowning my sorrows, so I went to a tavern on the outskirts of town.
The bar was pretty hopping, with a good crowd of festive people hanging out and catching up with one another. I sat at the bar and ordered an Iron City. I nursed it, and cursed myself for getting sucked into another one-sided relationship, when I should have learned something by now.
I didn’t recognize him at first. He was all the way at the other end of the bar, talking to some people. My passing thought was “Wow, he’s kinda cute,” but I didn’t want to get caught staring at him. I knew how people were in my small town.
I downed the last of my beer, looked up, and there he was. Scott. Behind the bar, holding out a fresh bottle of beer for me.
“Hey man,” he said, “long time no see.”
“Holy shit,” I said, “What are you doing here?”
“I work here. Here,” he said, handing me the beer, “take it. It’s on me.”
He looked older, and even better than I remembered. More mature.
“Merry Christmas,” I said.
“Merry Christmas.”
“It’s good to see you.”
“Likewise.”
“So are you working right now?”
“No, I just got off. I was just hanging out a little before I head home.”
“Are you still living at your parent’s house?” I asked.
“No,” he said, “My dad died, and I had to put my mom in a home. I got an apartment out here in Indiana, so I’m living by myself again.”
“I’m sorry about your dad,” I said.
“Thanks. It’s been awhile, now. Almost two years.”
“I guess it’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other, then, huh?”
“Too long,” Scott said, and took a swig of his beer.
We had another round. He asked me how my life was, so I told him about my job, the various shit I was into.
“So you seeing anybody these days?” he asked. I gave him a brief overview of my relationship woes, but I really didn’t feel like going into it.
“What about you?” I asked.
“I was seeing this girl for about a year, but we just broke up two months ago.”
“No shit,” I said, “that’s too bad.”
“Oh, it’s no big deal,” Scott said, “I wasn’t all that into her, anyway. I was actually kinda grateful that she broke it off and spared me the torture of having to do it myself. She was just—needy; I don’t know…she didn’t…”
“…have what it takes?” I ventured. Scott just laughed.
“You’re a horse of a different color, Nate.”
I had quit smoking weed just a few months after Scott had moved away, but when Scott invited me back to his place to get high, how was I to resist? We took Scott’s car, and drove for a few miles on dark, winding back roads. Things got really quiet.
“You never kept in touch with me,” I finally said.
“I know,” Scott said.
“Well, it hurt. It hurt me.”
“I’m sorry,” Scott said.
“I was confused,” he said after a little while. “It wasn’t easy…I mean, I know what we had was pretty…pretty great. But I was looking forward, you know? I was thinking, ‘How am I gonna bring him home to my parents?’ I was afraid.
“Now, my parents are gone. I’m alone again. And it’s weird, because I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently. I don’t know. I know I made some mistakes. I didn’t go about it right. So much has changed since then.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I don’t hold anything against you. Those were strange days…I’ve learned a lot since then, too.”
“This is my driveway,” Scott said, and we pulled off the road down a steep slope. Scott’s place was amazing—like a big cabin, right on the river. We went inside and I made myself comfortable. Scott came back into the room holding two beers in one hand and a bong in the other. We lit it up and that familiar feeling came over me. After the bong was finished we drank our beers in relative silence, feeling the high creep over us. Scott was sitting across from me and I didn’t know what to say. I felt anxious and unsure. I began to wish I’d never gotten high.
“It’s been a while since I’ve done this.”
“Done what?”
“You know…smoked weed,” I said.
“Oh…I didn’t know what you meant,” Scott said. We sat there for another few minutes. I finished my beer. “You want some more?” Scott asked me.
“Sure,” I said, and he went off to get us another round. I sat there, staring off into space, my head reeling. Part of me wanted to just run away. It was all too much—Travis rejecting me, then seeing Scott again like this. I almost felt like I was being tested. But before I could do anything, Scott called out to me.
“Hey Nate, come here a minute,” he said. I got up and ventured into the hall.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“In here,” he said. His voice was coming from the bedroom. I looked inside.
Scott was standing in front of the bed, naked. He had a hand under his balls, and his cock was getting hard.
“Come here,” he said. He reached out and pulled my face into his. We kissed. Any misgivings I had about being with him fell away—at that moment, I knew we needed each other. If only for that moment, if only for one night.
Scott unbuttoned my shirt and sucked on my nipples. He snaked his tongue down my stomach and unbuckled my pants. When he got to the bulge in my underwear he pressed his face into it, inhaling my scent and getting it wet with his tongue.
He pulled my underwear down and my cock popped out. Tentatively, he stuck his tongue out to meet the tip. I throbbed and a drop of precum leaked out. Scott licked it off.
“Tastes so fuckin’ good,” he moaned, and I wondered how long it had been since he’d had some. Some that wasn’t his own, at least. He sucked on the head for a while, and then he started really smoking on my cock, taking it down his throat with little effort. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying eating my cock a great deal. I had to have guessed that his taste for cock hadn’t been satisfied in all those years.
For my part, I hadn’t had a good blowjob in while, what with all the straight guys I’d dated and their hang ups. I was close to cumming when he pulled off and stood up. I licked my way down his body, but there was nothing more I wanted than to suck his fat cock for all it was worth.
It was just as I remembered—big, thick, and meaty. I licked up the juice leaking down his shaft before taking it all the way down my throat. Scott was moaning and running his hands through my hair. He pushed me off because he was getting too close, so I lightly jerked his cock while I licked his balls. I slathered my tongue on his sack, eventually lifting them up and lapping at his taint.
“Oh, yeah,” Scott sighed, like he’d been waiting years for my tongue to get there. He lay back on the bed and I lifted his legs up in the air, spreading his ass. It was just as beautiful as I remembered it to be—fat, tight cheeks pulled apart to reveal a pink and clean hole. I dove into it.
I lifted Scott’s hips up in the air and brought his ass up to my face. I ate him out like a starving man. His hole was so soft and yielding. I fingered it a little, licking and biting his fat ass cheeks before shoving my tongue back inside his hole.
Scott got on all fours on the bed and I went back to eating his ass, jerking his thick cock while I did it. He was bucking his butt into my face, grunting. I kneeled behind him and lined my cock head up with his hole. He clenched it a couple times, kissing my cock head with his asshole.
Then he leaned forward and reached into his bedside table, pulling out a condom. He handed it to me, and I put it on. Since Scott I’d always played it safe, and I had no intention of chancing it now. Still, I thought it strange, the way our minds were in the same place.
“Fuck me,” he said, “Fuck the fucking shit out of me.” There was such a need in his voice, almost a desperation. It was beyond hot.
I sank my cock into him—that’s the only way to describe it—I sank into him. He moaned the entire length of my cock, and I drove it inside as far as it could go. I wanted to put my entire self into him. I pulled out and shoved it back in again. It was almost as exquisite the second time as it was the first. So much that I couldn’t stop doing it, I kept pulling out and shoving it back in, and then he was meeting my thrusts, and we were fucking, without thought or mind. Fucking our brains out.
I remember him getting on top of me, pinching his tits while he rode my cock, and then suddenly I couldn’t hold back anymore and I was shooting inside of him, so he let loose, too, and his cum was spraying all over me.
I remember laying there for a minute, Scott’s hot body laying on top of mine, my cock still inside of him, basking in the afterglow. After a while, I realized my cock was still hard, and what was more, Scott’s still-hard cock was throbbing against my stomach. I started moving into him again, and soon enough I had him on his back, his legs resting on my shoulders, pounding into him like we hadn’t just done it five minutes ago.
This time it was even better, because we weren’t in danger of cumming any time soon. I put on a new rubber and I had him stand up and lean over the dresser. I fucked him that way. I had him lay on his stomach, and I shoved myself inside of him, feeling him jerk and buck underneath my body. I fucked him doggy style, slapping his ass, and reaching under his belly to jerk his thick cock in time with my thrusts.
Soon enough I had him on his back again, and I was going into him as deep as I could when I felt us both reaching the point of no return. I leaned in and kissed him as we came, feeling his hot load coat our chests and my own load explode inside him.
We didn’t get much sleep that night, making up for as much lost time as we were. I remember showering with him, grinding my hard cock along the soapy crevice of his ass. I remember sixty-nineing for what seemed like an hour, and I even remember Scott pulling my ass toward his face and snaking his tongue against my hole. I threw him on his back and ground my ass into his prick, loving the feel of it against my hole.
We shot so many loads that I lost count. Finally, drained dry, we drifted off to sleep, my arms wrapped around each other.
I woke up and looked outside—the world was covered in snow. Christmas morning, I realized.
We took our time waking up. Scott made me breakfast. All the tension from the previous evening had been purged, and we talked easily and openly, like old friends should.
We did our best to shovel the snow out of his driveway, but Scott still had a hell of a time getting his car up the slope. When we got back to the tavern, my car was waiting for me.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come to my parent’s house for a little while?” I asked.
“No. I’m picking up my mom; we’re spending the day at my brother’s.”
“That’s good,” I said. My car had been warming up. The ice was sliding off of the windows. “Well, I’ll be heading out later tonight, I guess.”
“I’ve been meaning to get up to Pittsburgh,” he said.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Scott said, “And, you know; now I’ll have a good reason to and everything…” I gave him my new number, and turned to get in my car. “Nate,” he said, and I turned back. “Thanks, man.”
“You’re welcome,” I said. Then I added, “Anytime.” Scott leaned in and kissed me.
“I’ll call you,” he said. I got in my car and drove slowly down the snow covered streets of my hometown. It’s strange the way things go. It’s like the universe conspires to give you what you need exactly when you need it. Either that, or there’s a whole plan to everything. I haven’t quite figured it out yet.