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Scott - 2
I asked Scott if he wanted to grab a bite to eat. He said yes.
We walked to my car, a not so impressive black '71 Ford Maverick, hopped in, rolled down the windows and cranked up the radio. KDF-103 was playing an album length set from Yes' Fragile album and we were being treated to Roundabout. Scott and I were rocking out on the music, singing along and playing air guitar and air keyboards as we made our way to McDonalds.
We got out of the car, headed inside to place our orders, and headed to a small booth at the side of the store.
As we sat down, Scott said, "Wayne, I'm looking forward to getting to know you a bit better."
I said, "Well, Scott, I have to say that that was a hell of an introduction."
He smiled and said, "Well, I've always believed in making a good first impression."
"Well, your first impression was pretty impressive," I said as I blushed and I looked into his eyes.
"I know I enjoyed it," he said, looking back at me.
"And so did I." I felt his leg pressing against mine as we sat staring at each other.
It's hard to believe that just a few hours ago, I had only fantasized about gay sex. And now, here I am sitting across the table from this drop dead gorgeous guy that I just met a few hours ago. Not only that, but we shared my first blow job, a toe-curling, mind blowing blow job, and I returned the favor and got my first taste of another guy's cum. I was hooked.
I felt a nudge against my knee.
"Hey Wayne," Scott said, "you okay? You haven't taken a bite of your food"
"Sorry, Scott. Guess I was just lost in thought."
"Thinking about me?" he asked, a slight grim on his face as he arched his eyebrows.
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, then, think away."
I smiled at that.
"You want to get out of here and drive around for a bit?" I asked.
"Sure. Whatever you want to do," he said.
We quickly finished and headed back to the car.
Since we only had about an hour before we needed to be back at the band room, I decided to give Scott the nickel tour of the town. We drove around the square, down Main Street and up to the observation point on Breezy Hill from where you could see the whole town of Franklin laid out below.
We talked about our families, sports, and other such stuff. I won't deny that there was a bit of sexual tension, too. I was still on a high from the thrill of the blowjobs that we had shared earlier.
"Scott?" I asked. "Are you always so forward?"
"No. Not really," he said. "It's just that I felt something with you... that spark when we shook hands, the way you looked at me... it's like I sensed that you were into guys and maybe that you would be into me... I certainly liked what I saw," he said with a smile.
"Yeah, me too." I said with a slight blush.
"Wayne, you've gotta stop blushing, man. Folks are gonna talk," he said with a wink.
"I know," I said. "No need to attract any unwanted attention. I'm just glad that you took a chance on me. I'm too much of a coward."
"Well, i'm looking forward to taking more chances with you, if you don't mind."
"Man, I'm looking forward to it. But we better head back to the band room. We start in 45 minutes and you'll want to meet some folks before we start practice."
Others were starting to arrive as we got back to the band room. I took care of the opening introductions and, needless to say, Scott was definitely attracting attention... especially from some of the girls. I left him on his own with the girl's until I saw this look of bemused desperation on his face.
As I was getting ready to come to his rescue, Mr Wilson called us all together to begin the rehearsal. He introduced Scott to everyone else and we moved to the practice field for marching fundamentals.
Rehearsal lasted for 90 minutes and, as the time passed, guys started peeling shirts in the heat. As always, I enjoyed the view... especially of the new guy. We locked eyes a couple of times, sharing a knowing glance and an occasional grin.
As rehearsal ended, Scott was joking around with the other trumpets and getting off to a good start. His easy going charm was easing the transition and it looked like he was going to be fine.
"Wayne, can I ask a favor?" Scott asked.
"Sure man, what is it?
"Would you mind giving me a lift home?"
"Not at all. I need to call my folks and let them know I'll be a bit later than they expect."
"Cool."
I stepped into the band office to use the phone. After listening to my mom's admonition to "be careful" and "don't stay out too late," I smirked when she said "have a good time."
"I will, mom. Bye."
I hung up the phone and came out of the office to find Scott cornered by Alyson, a junior flute player and rumored slut. She was nice enough, but already had a reputation for going after every penis that walked by her.
"Hey Scott, you ready?"
"Yeah man. Nice to meet you Alyson, but I gotta go."
As we got in the car, Scott mouthed "thank you." I laughed.
I started the car and as we were safely out of the parking lot, he asked, "What's the deal with her, man?"
"Scott, rumor has it that she's been mounted so many times that she ought to be hanging on a wall someplace. You're good looking and you've got a dick... a nice dick at that. So, fair game as far as she's concerned."
"You think I'm good looking huh?"
"Don't let it go to your head."
"It already has" as he pointed to the bulge in his shorts.
"Damn, dude, are you always this horny?"
"Looks like I'm not the only one," he smiled as he pointed to my own noticeable boner.
"Changing the subject, are you gonna tell me where you live?"
Scott gave me the address, it was just a couple of minutes away. We pulled up to his house.
"Mom's pulled second shift at the hospital and dad will be in Denver to the end of the week. You want to come in and see my room?"
"Sure," I felt the stirring in my groin again.
We walked into his house, kicked off our shoes and he led me back to his bedroom. I stepped closer to him as he closed the door.
"Tell me I'm not dreaming." I said.
"Ok. You're not dreaming," he smiled.
My hands moved to his face. We leaned toward each other, our lips meeting, tentatively at first, then with passion as our lips parted and our tongues began to duel.
We pulled off each other's shirts and moved together to the bed. Our hands roaming over each other's bodies, grabbing and squeezing each others boner through the fabric or our shorts, quiet moans escaping our mouths.
I pushed him back on the bed and laid down on top of him. Our steel hard cocks still sheathed in our gym shorts as we ground them together as we kissed.
He rolled me over like he was pinning me to the bed. Breaking our kiss, he looked hungry with passion as he leaned in to nibble on my earlobe then to kiss down my neck. His tongue gently traced down my chest, pausing to lick, lightly bite and suck on my nipples.
"Oh god, Scott," I moaned.
He continued down my chest, tracing down the light treasure trail to the top of my shorts. He slowly started pulling my shorts down. As my cock freed up, it slapped against my stomach flinging just a bit of precum as it was leaking profusely.
He took his time, this time, teasing the head of my burgeoning cock like a master. Licking the slit, tasting my juices, then tracing the vein of my shaft to my balls.
He licked my scrotum, taking the time to suck on each of my balls before moving back to the straining shaft and slowly taking it in.
His mouth felt so good. His tongue was merciless in its teasing as he slowly began to bob his head on my fuck pole. He was honest to god making love to my cock with his mouth and with a tenderness that made me want this to last.
As he bobbed on my shaft, I began to lightly thrust my hips, moaning with pleasure at what he was doing to me.
The sensation was electric. Never had I felt anything like this, even with the blow job earlier in the day, this was much more... powerful, sensual.
I could feel my balls churning and I knew that ejaculation was imminent. I warned Scott, "I'm gonna cum, man."
He sucked harder, moving back to only the head in his mouth, his tongue coaxing the eruption from me as once again, my toes curled and I saw stars as the pulses of my cock shook my body from head to toe.
He took every drop that I produced then offered me a taste as he moved to kiss me again.
I wasted no time in repeating the process with him.
His shaft tasted so good as I did my best to emulate what he had done to me... I realized that I had a lot to learn, but he was a great teacher.
As I brought him to his own climax, I tightened the seal around his shaft and got every drop this time of the precious juice that flowed from him.
Our lips met again, the taste of our cum mixing together.
I'm still not believing that just a few hours ago I didn't even know this guy, had only dreamed of sex with a guy as I jacked off in the privacy of my bedroom, and here I was with 2 mind blowing orgasms and giving Scott the same.
After a few minutes, we lay their looking at each other, our fingers lightly tracing the other's body.
"What you thinking" he asked.
"I'm just blown away by the experience, man."
"I hope I haven't come on too strong."
"No, it's just that a lot has happened in such a short time. Nobody knows that I'm gay. Hell, as far as I know, no one even suspects it and yet you saw something that made you take a chance."
"I'm glad I did."
"I'm glad you did, too."
"Guess we need to clean up so you can get home."
"Yeah, I guess so."
We went to the bathroom, cleaned off and got back into our clothes.
"Wayne?"
"Yeah, Scott."
"I don't know about you, but I'm looking forward to getting to know each other better... and not just in the bedroom, you horndog." He said with a smile.
"Me too, Scott."
I glanced down at the bulge in his shorts, "and it looks like I'm not the only horndog in the room,"
We both laughed.
"Any chance we can hang together tomorrow or later in the week?" he asked.
"I don't see why not."
We exchanged phone numbers and one last kiss before he let me out. He watched me get in the car and drive away.
I had a smile on my face as I drove home. This year looks like it's gonna be more fun than I ever thought.