Scotty´s Tailor
By Ben C.
This story contains sexual acts between young males (t/t, oral, mast, dom). If you don´t like it, or it is illegal in your country or state, please stop reading.
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Part 1
"Hey dude, wait!"
I turned around to see who was calling me. I was surprised to see it was Scott Collins, the star athlete of our high school. I didn´t know he was aware of my existence.
"Hi, Scotty."
"Look, I heard you know how to use a sewing machine. They told me you´re pretty good with it."
Well, that was true. My mom is a modist and she taught me to alter my own jeans and shirts. I considered myself already quite an ace with the machine. I had done some alterations for my friends, too, and the word had obviously gone round.
"Well, yeah, kind of. Anything I can do for you?"
I could do a lot of things for you, I thought to myself. Scotty was the hottest and most popular guy in school. He kept his straight blond hair cut shorter on the sides and long on the top, combing the thick mop backwards. He had a quick wide smile and perfect white teeth. Tall, good looking, athletic and confident, he draw the attention of most girls in the school. Well, some boys, too. Like myself.
Now he was wearing a tight white tank top, dark blue jeans and Nike hi-tops.
"My mom bought me these jeans," Scotty said and pointed down with his finger. This gave me a natural reason to stare his midsection. Nudies, probably Thin Finn, I noted. I was quite an expert in boys´ jeans, as observing them was one of my favorite hobbies.
"They don´t really fit me well, but I can´t dump them. I think they might be pretty cool if they were skinnier."
The jeans had a snug fit, but they didn´t hug Scotty´s legs really tight. And he had long, solid legs and a firm butt that he obviously wanted to show off.
"Well, yeah, I can take the seam in. But you would have to come over to our house so we can measure them."
Scott flashed me his shining smile.
"Fucking great. We´ll do the measuring today and you can bring them to me tomorrow."
Well, that was pretty brazen, I thought. But refusing to do a favor for a guy like Scotty was out of the question for me.
"Okay," I said.
"Wait me by my car at four," he said and turned around to greet some of his jock friends.
I waited by Scotty´s red Mustang at the parking lot. I saw him chatting and laughing with a group of his friends. No need to hurry because of me, obviously.
Finally he waved his hand to his pals and strutted to his car. He unlocked the doors with the remote.
"Let´s go," he said and slung his slim body to the driver´s seat. I climbed in and he started the car, roaring the engine unnecessarily to draw attention to himself and his cool car.
Before I managed to buckle my seat belt, Scotty backed the Mustang from the slot and slammed the gas pedal down. We took off like a rocket, leaving smoking rubber on the asphalt.
We got only a couple of blocks away from the school when he suddenly spotted a group of girls on the sidewalk.
"Holy shit! That´s Donna. I fucked her at Bobby´s party last week."
Scotty slowed the Mustang to a crawl at the street corner where the girls were standing. He leaned over me to call Donna. I could smell his cologne.
"Donna! Come on, I´ll give you a ride!"
A beautiful blond girl turned around and smiled when she recognized Scotty. The other girls giggled.
"Well hi, Scotty, sure!"
He punched my shoulder with his fist.
"Get in the back seat."
I jumped out, flipped up the passenger seat and squeezed myself to the tiny back seat.
Donna sat down on the passenger seat. She was wearing a very short skirt that showed most of her long thighs. Her thin top revealed a generous portion of her full breasts. Her tits pressed on Scotty´s bare shoulder as she leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"I´ve missed you, Scotty," she said.
He grinned and patted Donnas thigh. He left his hand there.
"Did you like the way I treated you in Bobby´s bedroom, baby?" he asked.
Donna blushed a little and giggled.
"You know I did."
"Yeah. You made a lot of noise," Scotty chuckled and moved his hand higher on the girl´s leg.
"How about another go?" he said and leaned over to kiss Donna. Donna met his lips eagerly, stroking Scotty´s thick hair.
It was a long kiss. He fondled Donna´s breasts while Donna caressed his neck and back.
Finally the kiss ended.
"Are your folks home?" Scotty asked. His voice was raspy.
"Yeah, my mom is."
"How about my place?"
"Oh, I´m sorry, Scotty. I promised to watch my little sister while my mom goes shopping."
"Fuck!" he snapped and banged the steering wheel with his fist.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Please don´t be mad at me, Scotty," Donna pleaded, kissing his neck. She placed her hand on his thigh.
"I´ll make it up to you, I promise", she said, caressing Scotty´s thigh. She let her fingers brush his groin. I could see he had a hard-on.
"Okay, babe, I´ll keep that in mind," he finally calmed down.
We drove Donna home. I had to witness another lengthy session of teen foreplay before Scotty reluctantly let her go. This time he leaned over Donna and fumbled with his left hand until he found the lever he was searching for. The back rest of Donna´s seat fell back so that the couple practically landed into my lap.
Scotty slid his hand between Donna´s thighs, looked up and grinned at me. Then he let his hand disappear under Donna´s skirt and kissed her passionately. Suddenly I smelled something. It was something bittersweet, something I had never experienced before. It would take some time until I learned that it was the smell of pussy, the smell of a girl waiting to be fucked by a boy. Scotty worked with his hand under Donna´s skirt until she squirmed under him and fondled his back.
Finally Scotty settled down on his seat again and brushed his hair with his fingers. His hardon was now bulging proudly in his jeans. He didn´t bother to try to hide it from either Donna or me. Then it was time for the last kiss. Donna whispered something in his ear and rubbed his crotch. Then she was gone.
I had developed a painful hard-on in my pants while watching the beautiful young couple play with each others right in front of me. I wished I had been there in the front seat instead of Donna, running my hands all over Scotty´s body. Sigh.
Finally we got to our house. I led Scotty straight to the basement where my mom had her workshop, complete with different kinds of sewing machines, mirrors and mannequins.
"Holy shit. This yours?" he asked when he saw the studio.
I explained him my mom´s business and how she had taught me to do all kinds of alterations to clothes. Scotty´s interest didn´t last long.
"Let´s get to work. What do you want me to do, man?"
"Well, for start, I need you to take those jeans off for me."
Luckily, Scotty didn´t notice the double meaning of my request. He emptied his pockets on the table and without any hesitation kicked off his sneakers, unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper of his jeans.
I tried to keep my cool despite the stunning young stud stripping in front of me. My mouth felt dry and I could feel my cock stretching my pants. I grabbed my mother´s apron and tied it around my waist. It was a pretty natural thing to do, as she kept his scissors and other tools in the numerous pockets of the apron.
Meanwhile, Scotty pulled down his jeans, revealing his tanned, muscular legs. I noticed that his shins were covered with downy blond hair, but his thighs were almost hairless, showing the details of his well-trained muscles. Soon he was standing in front of me, wearing only a tank-top and all-white American Eagle boxer trunks and white sport socks. His package was stretching the cotton of the tight boxers.
"U-hum," Scotty interrupted my trance.
I blushed as I realized I had just stood there, staring at his half-naked body. I looked up and saw him smirking at me.
"Stop staring me, dude. And try to breathe," he said and flung the pants towards me with his foot. I picked them from the floor.
"Sorry, Scotty, I didn´t mean to stare," I stuttered.
He chuckled.
"Yeah, right."
I removed his belt and squeezed my arms through the legs of the jeans. Then I turned them inside out. The denim was still warm and a little moist around the crotch. The thought that Scotty had been wearing these jeans less than a minute ago made my cock pulse.
"Would you put them back on, please."
Scotty took the jeans and pulled them on.
"You want me to zip up?"
"No, that´s all right," I said and and took a pin cushion from one of the apron pockets.
I kneeled in front of him and pinched the leg opening between my fingers.
"How skinny do you want them?"
"I want them fucking tight all the way here," he said and pointed his finger to a spot on his thigh just below his crotch.
"But I don´t want them to crush my balls."
"Alright, Scotty. I can do that," I said and started pinning the outside seam upwards. Several times he told me to pin the seam looser. Then, after posing in front of a large mirror, he changed his mind every time and made me pin tighter again.
When I got past Scotty´s knee, my fingers were touching his thigh. I could feel his hard muscles move under the denim when he shifted his weight. To my disappointment I had to stop right under the level where his bubble butt began. Then I repeated the measuring with his other leg.
"Alright, I think we´re good now. If you take them off again, I´ll sew an initial seam. Then you can try them on once more before I finish them. But be careful, they are full of needles."
Scotty eased the jeans carefully down and handed them to me. I noticed a bulge in his boxers. It looked like his cock was getting hard. That´s just wishful thinking, I thought.
"There´s a TV in the lounge corner. That´s where my mom´s customers wait while she is working with their clothes. You can find some sodas in the fridge."
Scotty moved over to the lounge and bent down to open the small fridge. This gave me the opportunity to admire his apple-like butt muscles that were covered only by the thin cotton of his boxers.
He settled down on the sofa and started flipping TV-channels. Soon he found a sports channel of his taste and rested his feet on my mom´s table.
I started to work with Scotty´s Nudies. I drew a thin line on the denim with white chalk, following the pins. Then I removed the pins and sewed a new seam, using thin yellow thread that matched the original seam color of the jeans. The whole operation took me less than half an hour. Then I turned the jeans inside out again.
"Alright, Scotty. You can try them on now. But be careful, please, the seam is frail."
Scotty got up and took the jeans from he. He squeezed his feet and ankles carefully through the tightened leg openings. Then he pulled the jeans up slowly. I was glad for the cover the apron provided me while I watched him struggle with the skinny pants. Finally he pulled the zipper up and buttoned the top button.
"Fucking tight. I like that," he said turning himself back and forth in front of the mirror.
"Yeah. But the denim is mixed with elastane, so they should be comfortable. And the chicks will love them," I said.
Scotty gave me a self-satisfied grin.
"I know they will."
He kept posing in front of the mirror.
"You could make them a bit tighter here," he said, pointing to the spot where his thigh met his butt.
"Sure," I said and kneeled down in front of him.
"I´ll just take the seam in a bit here," I said, pinching the denim tighter. My fingers were brushing his butt muscle.
"Yeah, that´s better," Scotty said. His voice had turned a bit husky.
I fastened the last pin and started to get up, when I felt his hand on my shoulder, pressing me back down.
"Scotty, you can take the jeans off now," I said, surprised.
He was silent for a moment, keeping his hand on my shoulder. Then he said,
"Why don´t you take them off for me, dude."
I gasped. Did he really mean that or was he making fun of me?
"You see, I´ve got this little problem", Scotty said and rubbed the bulge in his jeans with his free hand.
"That bitch got me all hot and hard. I gotta shoot a load or my fucking balls explode. You can help me with that."
"But Scotty, I can´t... I´m not..." I started to stutter, but he interrupted me.
"Those guys in your class, Rod and Alex, who told me about your sewing skills. They told me something else, too. They say you're a homo."
It felt like a blow of a sledgehammer. Rod and Alex were supposed to be my friends. And I had always thought I had a good cover as a pussy-loving ordinary guy. I could feel my face turn red.
"Come on, dude, I don´t care if you´re a fag. I just need you to finish what Donna started."
I didn´t come up with anything to say, so I kept my eyes on Scotty´s feet. He lifted my chin with his fingers so that our eyes met. He gave me a cocky grin.
"Dude, I´m offering you an opportunity to give head to the hottest guy in school. Some of your fellow fags would pay me for the privilege. So, how about it?"
My answer came out before I had time to think.
"Okay."
I felt immediately terrified. I had just declared myself a cocksucker. Panicking, I tried to reason him.
"But first you´ll swear you won´t tell..."
Scotty interrupted me again.
"Dude, don´t tell me what to do. But I´ll keep your secret as long as you make me happy. I´ll show you what I want. Got it?"
"Yes, Scotty."
"Good. Now, I haven´t got all day," he said. Then he stripped off his tank-top and threw it on the floor, revealing his tanned, V-shaped upper body and tight sixpack. His torso was almost hairless, only a dark love trail ran down on his lower abdomen, disappearing under the waistband of his boxers.
I was mesmerized. I had never touched another boy in a sexual sense. And now this teen stud was expecting me to make him feel good. I had dreamed of this scene countless times while laying on my bed, me kneeling in front of Scotty and him telling me what to do. My fantasy led every time to a powerful orgasm. And now that fantasy was becoming true.
I touched Scotty´s ankle tentatively. He didn´t move, so I slid my hand higher on his denim-covered leg. Encouraged, I used my both hands, feeling the hard muscles of his shins.
My cock was now fully hard under the apron. I let my hands wander higher, stroking his thighs. His muscles felt hard and warm under my palms.
I was now on autopilot, flying through fag heaven. I wrapped my fingers around Scotty´s slim waist and felt his butt cheeks and thighs. It was like squeezing warm pumpkins. I drew him closer and pressed my face on the bulge in his jeans. It smelled of denim and boy. Scotty put his strong hand on the back of my head and pulled me closer, grinding my face on his crotch.
"Yeah, that´s the way. You´re doing fine. Now open my jeans."
I popped his top button open with my shaking fingers. Then I took the zipper handle between my fingers and started to slide it slowly down. My face was so close to his pelvis that I could feel the heat radiating from his groin as I opened his jeans. I unzipped the jeans all the way down. Now I was staring at Scotty´s white boxers that were tenting from the pressure of his hardened cock.
I pressed my palm on the bulge. I could feel his fuck organ pulse under the thin cotton, waiting to be serviced. But first I had to get rid of the jeans. I started to pull them off him slowly. When I got them down to his ankles, he steadied himself on my shoulder and lifted his feet a little so that I was able to pull them off. Then I removed his socks.
Scotty was now towering over me, dressed only in his white boxers. I rubbed the bulge in the boxers gently with my palm. The cotton felt moist and sticky. It felt just natural for me to lean over and lick the cotton of his underwear. For the first time in my life I tasted another boy´s precum. I knew I was going to taste a lot more of it. And I knew Scotty was going to feed me a full load of his cum before our session was over. I could hardly wait.
I hooked my fingers under Scotty´s boxers and started to pull them down. My fingers were brushing his butt cheeks. The skin felt smooth and warm and his muscles were rock hard. When I got the boxers beneath his pelvis, his cock sprang out. It appeared to be a man-sized 7 inch fuck-rod and it scared the hell out of me. How was I going to fit that in my mouth? Well, I just had to find a way.
I didn´t really know what to do but I had to start somehow. I leaned closer and pressed my lips on the underside of Scotty´s cum-gun. I didn´t have any experience in kissing, but I managed to make a sucking motion with my lips with an audible slurp.
"Yeah," Scotty encouraged me, gripping my hair with his strong hand.
I was clearly moving in the right direction, so I took his boy-hose between my fingers and gave it a tentative lick. My wet tongue dissolved the dried sweat on Scotty´s cock and I got the first real taste of his teen manhood. I have never tasted champagne, but it could not taste better than Scotty´s cock sweat. I licked his pussy-banger over and over again, being careful not to miss a spot.
Scotty´s neatly cropped black pubes tickled my nose when I reached the root of his cock. I took his low hanging ball sack gently into my hand and bathed the dark skin with my lips and tongue. My face was now smeared with his precum, but I didn´t mind. It felt right.
Scotty spread his legs slightly to give me room to lick the skin between his ball sack and thighs. The taste was strong, as his sweat had been stewing there all day long.
After a minute or two of worshiping, Scotty took a hold of my jaw with his hand. I looked up. He met my gaze with his blue eyes.
"It´s time," he said.
I was out of breath, so I just nodded. His boxers were still bundled around his ankles so I eased them off his feet completely.
Scotty was now going to use me to get his satisfaction. And I was happy to be there for him. My only wish was to bring Scotty pleasure, to make him feel content and pleased with my services.
Somehow, I immediately knew what to do. It seemed clear that this was what I was born to do, to give pleasure to other boys. I took a hold of Scotty´s teen mast, breathed in and opened my mouth. Scotty gripped my head with his both hands and pushed his rod inside my mouth. I felt relieved as it slid in pretty easily.
Scotty rocked his hips slightly and eased his cock deeper into my mouth. I gagged at first and he paused to give me a second to breathe. Then he pushed his rod even deeper and started to make tentative thrusts. This was a moment of truth for me. I managed to relax and discovered that I had no major difficulties to take his cock in. Yes, I was born to suck cock.
Little by little, Scotty´s thrusts became more powerful and he tightened his grip of my head. I kept my lips pressed tightly around his shaft to bring him maximum pleasure. My hands were stroking his thighs and buttocks while he plugged my mouth with his schlong.
"Yeah. Ahh. Yeah," he moaned.
I glanced up. Scotty´s long blond bangs that were normally carefully combed backwards, had fallen down on his forehead, partly hiding his eyes from me. His sixpack was working rhythmically in pace with his fucking thrusts. Sweat drops were running down the mounds of his well-trained abs, wetting my forehead.
Scotty was now lost in his own pleasure, banging my face with his proud young pole that was now covered with the mixture of his precum and my spit. My knees were hurting, but I didn´t care. I was there at Scotty´s disposal and he had every right in the world to keep using me until he found his satisfaction.
And eventually he did. He fucked my face forcefully until his hip movements suddenly slowed. Then came the three final thrusts that filled my mouth with warm young jizz. It tasted salty and bitter, but first of all it tasted of Scotty. My baptism as as his cocksucker was now complete.
Scotty let go of my head and slipped his cock out from my mouth while I swallowed his load. A drop of pearly jizz was hanging from the tip of his cock. He looked straight into my eyes and lifted the softening rod with his finger. I took the hint, wiped my lips with my hand and leaned closer to lick the cum-drop off his schlong.
Scotty grinned.
"Good boy. Now go get me a washcloth."
I stood up clumsily, the apron still covering my painful hardon, and limped to the bathroom. I took one of my mom´s towels and moistened it with warm water. I went back and handed the towel to Scotty. He wiped his dick and groin and threw the towel on the floor. He fetched his boxers and socks and pulled his tank-top on. Then he settled in front of the mirror, styling his messy hair back to the familiar cool Scotty-style.
He spoke to me, still facing the mirror.
"Go get my shorts from the car, they´re in my bag."
I took the car keys and limped to Scotty´ s Mustang. I found his large duffel bag in the trunk and opened it. The bag was full of Scotty´s jock stuff: cleats, shorts, shin pads and things. His shorts were neatly packed inside a plastic bag. And there was another plastic bag full of his dirty laundry. I looked quickly around and searched the bag until I found a pair of Adidas boxers and white sports socks. They were still moist from his sweat. I stuffed them in my pockets, zipped the bag and closed the trunk.
I went back in and handed the shorts to Scotty. He pulled them on.
"Thanks for the blowjob. I needed that."
"You´re welcome, Scotty."
"You´re a great cocksucker, dude."
"Am I supposed to be proud of that?"
He laughed.
"Well, I can see you enjoyed it," he said, pointing my apron with his finger.
"I did, Scotty. And I´ll do it again. Anytime you want, just let me know."
"I don´t need the jeans tomorrow. Text me when they´re ready. I might stop by for another blowjob," he said and left.
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