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Scott and Scamp: Part 2
"Fuck!" That was the first thing out of his mouth when he woke up. My heart dropped when I realized he regretted what we did the night before. He continued, "I can't believe I fell asleep in my own cum." When I realized that he was not upset about what we had done I was gleeful. I started laughing. "It's not funny," he said standing up and taking off his jeans and underwear. He then sat his underwear on the nightstand where they stood on their own. "Look at this!" pointing to the pair of briefs standing under their own power. I could not stop laughing, his going on and on about his underwear was just too funny. I barely noticed that he was completely naked while having this rant of his. I got to think about that part as he headed off to the shower.
I laid in his bed thinking about last night. Then I got the dumbest urge. I wanted to smell his underwear. Then I thought about how gross that was and fought the urge. I did that about five times before I gave in and put his underwear on my face. Yup, it smelled like cum. Not exactly like my own but close enough. When I pulled his underwear off my face, he was standing over me, drying his hair with a towel. I hate people that shower quickly. It was now his turn to laugh. He crawled back in bed with me, all damp and warm and soapy smelling. I suddenly felt very dirty. "I need a shower," I said as I headed to the adjoining bathroom.
I came back all fresh and clean and hopped back in bed. This was the first time we had cuddled naked and I was starting to get aroused. Then there was a knock on the door. I jumped ten feet but Scott was completely calm, like we were not laying there naked with me about to try to seduce him again, utterly breaking the promise of last night. "Yeah?" he called out to the person knocking.
"Do you two want breakfast?" It was his mom.
"Sure, be down in a minute." He got up and started to get dressed. I had a suitcase full of clothes at his house by this point. I would spend the night and my clothes would end up mixed in with his. I had my own drawer that his mom stuck my clothes in after she had done the laundry.
When we got downstairs I was in awe at the feast before us. The Scotts rarely did breakfast as a family, they preferred sleeping in, but when they did, they went all out. His mom's invitation was not really an option, she cooked and she expected eating to be done. His dad was at the table already, concentrating on his meal. He was a very serious eater. Pick up food. Put food in mouth. Repeat. When Scott said good morning, his dad looked up, grunted (it was a friendly type grunt) and continued on.
His mom was the type of person to fix another person's plate. She started piling food on my plate. Just like the other times I had had breakfast in the Scott's household I knew there would be no way I could conquer the portions she set aside for me, but it was good enough for me to try.
"You don't eat enough," she said, "here have some more." Piling more food upon the stacks already there. Scott had no trouble eating the huge amount of food he had, neither did either of his parents. Ms. Scott, who I called "mama", was a big woman, not fat, more big boned. She went well in size with her husband which made me wonder how and why Scott was so small when he was young. As breakfast winded down, conversation began, that was my favorite part. Partly because my parents never talked to me and partly because of well...his parents really really like me.
"Francis, how is school?" His mom got to call him Francis and live, but she was the only exception.
"Fine, but I think I am getting a D in algebra."
"A D?" his mom exclaimed, "you are just too smart a boy to be getting a D in arithmetic. I bet Justin here isn't getting a D. What are you getting sweetie?"
"I am not sure." Which was sort of true, I was not sure if I was getting an A or an A+, it depended on if the teacher gave A+ as a grade.
"Well, I am sure you are doing fine, you are such a smart boy," she said pinching my cheek, "just like my Francis, you just need to apply yourself dear." She reached across the table and held his hand as she spoke.
"Sorry mom, I will try harder."
"That is all I ask."
That is when his father spoke, "Well, why aren't you studying, what were you two doing up there locked in that room all night."
I quickly replied, "Video games." Unfortunately at the same moment Scott said, "Watching television." I thought we were caught up in our lie, but the Scotts aren't the brightest people in the world.
Mr. Scott, now known as "papa" to me shook his head. "Video games and television, no wonder you are failing your classes. But I guess that is better that what you could be doing. I never finished high school and I turned out fine." He owned his own construction company. The Scotts had far more money than anyone would know looking at them. They were simple people with simple needs, but they were not poor...technically the Scotts were millionaires by the definition "you are a millionaire if all your assets equal over a million dollars".
After breakfast, Papa headed to work while Mama cleaned the kitchen. I stayed to help her. Scott went back to bed. "I am so glad Francis has you for a friend. He is such a troubled boy, he needs someone stable that he can depend on and trust. That is why we came here and I am glad we did." She said similar things to me often, but I had no idea what she truly meant until later that day.
I wasn't sleepy so when I went back to Scott's room I got on his computer. I was happily searching porn sites when Mama yelled upstairs that she was going shopping. I peeked my head out the door and yelled good bye to her. About two hours later I here bikes outside. Scott jumps out of bed and starts running down the stairs, that his not true. He jumped down the stairs. I ran after him. In front of his house were seven bikes and a herd of people all in leather jackets that matched his own. He stopped at the front door like he was surprised to see them.
There was a guy standing in front leaning against the best bike in the group, everyone else was behind him. He had a similar body type to Scott, but short light brown hair with blond highlights. The lead guy, whose name was Curt, I later found out, grinned at Scott. "I come all this way and I can't even get a hug," he said. With that Scott ran up and hugged him, it was a guy hug, they grabbed hands and kinda patted each other on the back, so I was not jealous seeing it. Scott then proceeded to do a similar secret handshake hug thing with the other six guys in the group. There were three girls with him, the first two he gave real hugs too and the last one, a brunette in a tight top and leather pants, when he went to hug her, she jumped into his arms, he swung her around in the air and they kissed. No, they did not kiss; they tried swallowing each other tongues. They did this for a really long time and I was getting really upset.
Finally, he remembered I was there and introduced me. "Gang, this is Scamp, Scamp this is my gang." Next came seven very confusing handshakes from the guys and a bunch of hugs from the girls. Scott invited them in and told them to make themselves at home. They took him very seriously about that. They were everywhere, they raided the fridge and cabinets. They pulled every bottle of liquor out of the bar and some girls had found their way into Mama's jewelry.
"This looks good on me, doesn't it?" Asked the brunette whose name was Chastity (boy did here parents miss the mark on that one).
"Put it back, I really don't feel like fighting with my mom about missing shit." Scott snapped at her. I had not heard him use that tone before, his whole demeanor had changed around these people.
"God, I am not going to steal it, but I am taking the Jack," raising the bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand. The Regulators got in a good two hours of looting before Mama came home.
"Out!" she yelled. "Get the hell out of my house this instant, you scum!" I was hearing a lot of new tones today.
"Geez...chill out." Chas (as she is called) shot back. "I see someone has not had that stick surgically removed from her ass yet."
The rest of the grouped laughed. Mama's eyes widened as she saw her necklace on Chas. She reached for it and damn near strangled her trying to get it off.
"You aren't taking anything else from me, you cheap whore, now get out my house, all of you."
"This blows, let's roll." Curt said, and with that they all started heading out, including Scott.
"Where are you going?" Mama asked.
"Out." Scott replied.
"No you aren't"
"Watch me." And with that he headed for the door, at the door he stopped and turned around, looking at me. "You coming?"
I was not sure what to do. I looked at Mama, but her head was down, like she did not want to watch her son walk out the door. I looked back and forth between them and then I headed to the door. I gave one last look to Mama as she said, "look after him." Her eyes where pleading with me. I nodded. I personally had no idea how I could stop Scott from doing anything. From the corner of my eye I saw Mama fall to the floor in tears, I think she was praying.
When I got outside I saw Chas hop on Scott's bike. Scott shook his head. "Scamp rides with me." She got up and got on Curt's bike. I was proud and giddy as I got on. "Don't get to happy," he whispered, "I just didn't want you throwing a boner against one of my brothers' asses and having to watch them beat you to death." They do that? Gulp.
Well, we rode out to a motel in the middle of nowhere and between them they managed to come up with enough for a room for the night. Tomorrow they would ride back home. To make a long story short, they were drinking and talking and drinking. I drank too, its called Pepsi. I put like a teaspoon of Jack Daniels in it to convince myself I was cooler than I actual was. As the evening came to a close everyone had passed out, either somewhere on the floor or one of the two beds. It was a giant heap of sleeping bodies all over the place, like I pile of dirty clothes. Scott had gone to the bathroom awhile back and had never come back. I decided to go see what he was up to. He was sitting on the floor between the tub and sink finishing off the Jack Daniels. "Can we talk?"
He looked up at me; eyes glazed and said, "Sure. Come here." He pulled on my pants and I followed his lead. The way he had me positioned I was sitting on his lap, straddling him. This was unusual for us.
"Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend?"
He looked at me confused. "Cause I don't."
"What about Chas?"
He laughed, "She isn't my girlfriend, couldn't be if I wanted her too. The girls are...well they are... `community property'."
"Oh..." How could I argue with that one? "What happened last night?"
"Well we kissed, like this..." He kissed me gently on the lips, "...and like this." He slipped his tongue in my mouth. I tasted the Jack Daniels, but underneath, I tasted him. If I had to get drunk off something tonight he was way better than Pepsi. We quickly moved into heavy petting. It wasn't like last night; he wasn't trying to be gentle. This was urgent and primal. It was like we could not touch each other enough, like he had a hunger for me that could not be fulfilled with kissing alone.
At that point Curt walked in. His hair was all over his head and he looked like someone who just got off the floor to go pee. He was squinting under the bathroom lights. "Sorry," he mumbled, "but I got to pee." He could care less about what he had walked in on; he just went to the toilet, whipped it out and started peeing. Scott wasn't exactly caring either; I think I was the only person in the room feeling like they got `caught'.
Scott pushed my head onto his shoulder so he could see Curt as he spoke to him. "Hey, Curt...If Scamp wanted to join Regulators, since he is a fag, could he be fucked in."
"Nope," Curt answered. "It's against the charter."
"You have a charter?" I asked.
"We are an organization, aren't we?" He explained. "There was once a girl who wanted to be beaten in and the council decided she couldn't. Guys get beaten, girls fucked."
"You have a council?"
Curt glared at me.
"Well, what if a transsexual wants to join?" I asked.
"It goes by their current gender; we have smartasses in council and covered all bases."
"What about hermaphrodites?"
"Beat in. No one wanted to fuck them in."
It seemed they did have all bases covered. Curt left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. We should have thought of that. Scott began kissing me again.
"I love the way you feel," he said, "Did you know that?"
"Um...no."
"I love the way you smell too, you always smell so good. I love you so much and I just want you to be happy. I want to make you happy."
He was acting really weird.
"You know what I want you to do?" he asked.
"Um...no."
"I want you to suck me off."
"Oh...well...are you sure? You are kind of drunk."
"I want you down there sucking my cock within the next five seconds young man." He managed to slur out while pointing toward his fly.
I scooted down his legs and started taking off his pants. I got his pants and underwear down to his knees. His bare ass on the bathroom floor. I began playing with his limp dick, I had seen it many times when he was changing clothes, but he never let me touch it before no matter how many times I had tried. Having never given a blow job I was not completely sure it would be something I would enjoy, I was a little nervous. I touched his dick with the tip of my tongue. It didn't taste bad so, I put the whole thing in my mouth. It was about four inches soft. Then his cock began to grow in my mouth. It became impossible to keep the whole thing in my mouth. He was about eight inches hard.
I got into a rhythm, sucking his dick for all I was worth. My head going up and down. Stopping every now and then to lick it from the base to the tip. His hands found their way to the back of my head and he began pushing me down on his cock. At the same time he began raising his hips, slamming his dick further and further into my throat. He was fucking my face with no regard to my comfort. I was starting to panic. This was not the Scott I was used to. I was going to choke and I was not sure I could let him know that. I tried relaxing my throat like I had read somewhere but it wasn't working. Then all of a sudden, like he had awakened from a trance, he pushed me off him, hard. My head hit the toilet which was on the other side of the bathroom. That hurt in more ways then one. Scott looked at me in shock. Like "How did I get here?" shock. I looked at Scott in shock and pain having just been thrown against a toilet and all.
He got up and ran out the bathroom, pulling his pants up as he went. I ran after him, but I stopped for a second when I saw, on the bed, in the mass of sleeping bodies, Curt and Chas fucking! I was distracted just long enough that when I got outside there was no sign of Scott. I made my jacket into a pillow and laid on the floor in the corner, hoping he would come back.
To be continued.
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