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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, please stop reading.
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Chapter 8
An interview with Cooper
"Our research project on social relationships between straight and gay teens continues. For the record, today I am going to interview a straight teen male, 17-year old Cooper Ross, a very handsome young man indeed. Welcome to our project, Cooper. I'm glad you finally agreed to share your story with us."
"You're recording this? You gotta fucking swear nothing I tell you here will go out."
"You can rely on that, Cooper. Our scientists have sworn to keep everything they find out in this project strictly confidential. And we will not reveal your identity in the public report of the project."
"Okay, let's fucking do it then. Ask me, dude."
"Cooper, I am going to ask you some questions about your relationship with your gay friend, Rick."
"Look, let me get this straight, man. He's not my friend. And we don't have a relationship."
"With the word relationship, I don't mean that you are going steady with him or anything like that. It just means that you interact with him."
"Yeah. I guess you can call it interacting."
"I know what you mean. He has been providing you sexual services, hasn't he?"
"I've been using him as my cocksucker, yes."
"But you are not gay, are you?"
"Fuck no."
"Well, are you bisexual?"
"Fuck no. You're insulting me, dude."
"Cooper, I am asking this just because I find it somewhat puzzling that a straight boy is willing to let a gay boy provide him sexual services. You are not sexually attracted to him, are you?"
"Nope. But I don't have a problem with that. He's my cocksucker and that's it. You know, life can be stressful for a young guy like me. I've got loads of shit to take care of. I have to study, I play soccer, I skate, I work out and I want to spend time with my buddies. And I am constantly horny. I've been fucking chicks on a regular basis, of course, but that involves courting with them. It's just so cool to have a cocksucker on call so you can unload whenever you want to, no feelings involved."
"So you don't have any particular feelings towards Rick?"
"No."
"But you probably understand that he adores you?"
"Yeah, of course. I've noticed guys drool over me at school and in the street. I can't blame them – just look at me for chrissake."
"All right, that clarifies this question. But Cooper, could you please take your feet off my coffee table."
"You don't like my Etnies? I think they're fucking cool. Well, okay."
"Thank you. Now, let's talk a bit about Rick. We concluded that he adores you. I would even say that he loves you. What do you think about that?"
"I don't fucking care. That's his problem. Some day when I get tired of him, I'll just dump him."
"That would break his heart, wouldn't it?"
"I guess so. It's hard to be a fag."
"Isn't that a bit cruel, Cooper?"
"If you say so. But I don't care about his feelings. And when I'm done with him, he'll find some other guy to serve."
"Serving. Is that how you would define your mutual relationship?"
"Yeah."
"So you are just using Rick for your benefit?"
"Sure. But he's doing it because he wants to. He offered to suck my cock and to do my chores, so I took advantage, yes. Show me a guy who fucking wouldn't."
"So Rick is your servant and cocksucker?"
"Yeah."
"Could you please tell me how this got started."
"Sure. When Scotty, a buddy of mine, suggested I let this guy give me head I was dumbfounded. The whole idea felt sick. Cocksucking is fag shit and I don't do that. But then we watched a video of Scotty fucking a bitch and I became so horny that my cock took over. When I climbed the stairs to Scotty's bedroom I knew I was going for a blowjob, to get my rocks off. Scotty told me the guy was willing to do fucking anything to pleasure a guy, and I wasn't going to leave without giving it a try."
"Scotty and me had a bit fun with the guy earlier that day, making him take my shoes off and kiss my feet and shit. It was fucking hilarious, but I thought he must be mad at me; so I figured it would be a clever move to apologize. You know, to pretend I'm sorry so he would suck my dick. Well, he forgave me in a split of a second; in the next he offered to give me head. It was unbelievable. I don't know anybody who would be so willing to please another guy."
"The guy gave me amazing head. He even licked the sweat off my balls. You know, I wear these tight jeans all the time and my balls sweat a lot. But he just loved to lick them. Fuck, no chick would ever do that! And he sucked my schlong like his life depended on it. I got a bit carried away when it dawned on me that he was completely at my disposal. I dragged him to the bed and fucked his face really hard. I think the poor fag was about to choke but he just kept sucking. I let him touch my ass and back and he was in fag heaven. It was actually cool, you know, girls never worship a guy's body like that. As long as he doesn't try to finger my asshole, I let him do it."
"Scotty was right. It was all fucking business and an easy way to drop my load, no questions asked. When I was done, Scotty told the guy that he was going to pass him on to me. That was a great surprise; Scotty is such a generous guy! Then he just dismissed the fag like he was a fucking delivery boy or something."
"Using the fag was a macho thing for me, I guess. You know, like a fucking medieval warrior sees his enemy on his knees in front of him, begging for mercy. Well, I'm no warrior, but when I see a kid of my own age on his knees at my feet and know I can make him do whatever I want, that's a fucking power trip. Hey, can I have a Coke, man? My mouth gets dry telling you all this shit."
"Of course, Cooper. Just a moment. But could you please take your feet off the table again?"
"Why are you so fucking uptight, man? Not getting pussy from your old lady?"
"I'd rather not discuss about that, Cooper. Please be kind enough to take your shoes off my table and I'll get you a Coke."
"Okay, okay."
"Here's your Coke, Cooper. Now, let's talk a bit more about your relationship with Rick. Do you think it is completely unilateral?"
"Unilateral? What the fuck does that mean?"
"One-sided. And I would appreciate if you could cut down on the f-word a bit."
"You mean fuck? No fucking way, man. It's the fucking core of my vocabulary."
"Well, all right then. But do you think Rick gets anything for himself from your relationship?"
"Fuck, he gets tons of benefits. I let him spend time with me. That's a big favor for a fag like him. And I give him presents all the time, like my dirty boxers or sweaty socks. I let him suck my dick. You should see his face when I give him permission to unzip me. He's on his knees in a second."
"So, you give him permission to unzip you. You consider that as a privilege for Rick?"
"Yeah. He loves to suck my schlong. Sometimes I tease him by lingering my decision."
"What do you mean by lingering?"
"Well, like the day when he was at my crib and he was done with the cleaning and washing and shit and just waited to get into my jeans. I played a video game and pretended not to notice him. Just for fun. It drove him crazy. Finally he begged for it."
"You made him beg you?"
"No, I gave him a chance to beg me. And he did. It was fun to watch. I can tell you the whole story if you want. Scotty loved this one, he wants to hear it over and over again."
"Cooper, I must say I find this information disturbing. But this episode can be very important for our study, so I need to hear it. But could you please take your feet... well, never mind. Go on, please."
Rick's story:
Cooper was sitting on his bed with his legs crossed, playing a video game with his earbuds on. I had already cleaned the apartment and washed and ironed his laundry. It was a lot of work but I knew I was going to be rewarded. Cooper would let me touch his body and suck his dick. I hoped he would allow me to strip him, as he sometimes did. I enjoyed that very much, slowly revealing that ripped young body of his by peeling off his t-shirt and sliding down his tight jeans.
I stood by his bed waiting for him to notice me, but he was totally absorbed in the game. I didn't want to disturb him, but after several awkward minutes I touched his shoulder hesitantly with my finger. He pulled the plug from his left ear and looked at me, frowning.
"What?"
"I'm done with your chores now, Cooper."
"So?"
"Don't you want your blowjob now?"
He paused for a while, pondering his reply.
"I'm kinda tired. I'll think about it," he said and concentrated on the game again.
I felt so disappointed it almost made me cry. It was the first time I would have to leave without taking Cooper's load. But he said he would think about it, so I sat down on the living-room couch. I flipped through the pages of some skateboarding magazine for a long time, maybe half an hour.
Finally Cooper appeared from the bedroom and stretched his taut body in the doorway. Seeing him there, dressed in a tight white tank-top and skinny jeans made my lust for him grow stronger. He scratched his abdomen, revealing his sixpack to my pleading eyes. Then he went to the bathroom without a word, not bothering to close the door behind him. I could hear him emptying his bladder in the toilet.
"Come here, dude," he called.
I sprang up and rushed to the bathroom. Cooper was still peeing into the toilet with his legs spread. I could see some of his urine spilling into the floor tiles that I had just scrubbed clean. Then he tucked his cock into his jeans and zipped up. He turned to wash his hands in the sink and spoke with his back to me.
"You can go now."
I felt a huge rush of disappointment go through my mind.
"But Cooper..."
"I'm not in the mood."
"But what if you change your mind when I'm gone?"
"Then I'll just call you and get you back here. But that's not gonna happen," he said matter-of-factly.
"But I've done your chores, Cooper," I said, fighting back tears.
He turned to face me, drying his hands with a towel. He had an amused look on his face.
"So, you think you've paid for the right to suck my cock?"
I paused for a moment.
"Yes."
He chuckled, looking into my eyes.
"You really crave for wrapping your lips around my dick, don't you?"
"Yes."
Cooper flashed me a smug boyish grin.
"Well, why don't you tell me about it in your own words. I'll give you thirty seconds and then I'll make my decision," he said, pointing the sports watch on his wrist.
I gulped. He was turning this into a game. I had to beg for his permission to give him head. And I had to use my imagination to find as self-degrading words as possible to get his consent. It was unbelievably humiliating, and in the same time a huge turn-on for me. Deep inside I knew Cooper cared about me, and this was just youthful fun between two friends. I felt my cock harden in my pants. I decided to take an all-out approach. If he wanted to hear me beg, I would let him have his fun.
"Are you ready?"
I sank on my knees on the hard tiles.
"Yes."
"Time starts ...now."
"Cooper, please let me suck your dick. I'll... I'll give you the best head any guy has ever gotten, I'll suck your balls, I'll lick your feet and..."
Cooper laughed at my babbling. I took a short pause to breathe and leaned down to kiss his socked foot. He backed down slowly and I followed him on all fours on the bathroom floor.
"It's a huge honor for a faggot like me to serve a superior man like you, Cooper. I beg you to give my face a really hard fucking. And thanks for letting me scrub your toilet but please, please, let me give you head. When you've dumped your cum in my mouth, I'll just thank you and leave and ..."
"Time!" Cooper was now laughing so hard that he had to sit down on the edge of the bathtub, holding his stomach.
I tried to join in the laughter in spite of the humiliation.
"How did I do," I finally asked.
Cooper didn't answer me. He just sat there for a while, catching his breath and wiping tears off his eyes. Then he snapped his fingers.
"Get up."
When I got up he wrapped his strong arm around my neck and started to walk me towards the bedroom. His grip was strong and uncomfortable, but my cheek was pressed against his warm armpit and I could enjoy his boyish body odor. I knew the play was over and we were friends again.
He walked me through his crib to the bedroom.
"You know the drill."
Yes! He was going to let me strip him. All the discomfort and humiliation was wiped off my mind as I pulled the hem of his tank-top from his jeans. Cooper lifted his arms, revealing his armpits that hadn't been shaven for a week or so, as there were short wisps of black hair. Without hesitation I pressed my face into his right armpit and took a deep breath through my nose, enjoying Cooper's aroma; a mixture of expensive deodorant, teen sweat and raw power. He laughed.
"You're a total faggot for my body, aren't you?"
I answered him by licking the hot and sweaty skin of his armpit with my tongue. I got some hair in my mouth but I didn't care. I moved on to his left armpit and gave it a loving tongue-bathing. My senses were now completely filled with Cooper and the only thought in my mind was to make him feel good and please him until he got his satisfaction.
I pulled the tank-top off him and threw it on the bed. Then I kneeled down, fumbling with his belt. When I got him unbuckled and unzipped I pressed my face into his white Diesel boxers. I licked the white cotton and was surprised to find it slimed with precum. And his cock didn't need any teasing as it was already rock hard. It seemed that he had enjoyed his little show more than I thought. Well, I had more important things to think about now, like lowering his jeans and boxers so I could liberate his teen organ from them. When I got it out I greeted it with a gentle kiss, like meeting an old friend.
Because of the stage of his arousal Cooper probably would not last very long this time so I decided to skip most of the tricks I had in mind for him – except one. I knew he loved to have his crotch and balls worshiped, so I pulled the jeans and boxers completely off his feet, fighting with the extra narrow leg opening of his jeans. Finally he was standing over me naked apart from white ankle socks. I leaned over, took hold of his legs and slid my tongue into the warm nest between his inner thigh and ballsack. Cooper understood my intensions immediately and spread his legs to give me working space. I licked lovingly every square inch of his crotch and balls, looking up to meet his eyes whenever possible. Cooper returned my gaze with an approving smile. We didn't need any words; he needed relief and I was his friend who was going to provide it.
Then it was time to move to the final act of our session. I took hold of his young cum-gun and guided it slowly into my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around his hard buttocks and drew him closer so I could get his boyhood in my mouth all the way to the root. Soon the coarse stubble of his black pubes scratched my nose and lips.
Cooper was surprisingly gentle this time. He let me do almost all the work, just rocked his hips slowly back and forth in pace with my sucking. He is sorry for humiliating me and this is his way to apologize, I thought. He must be too ashamed to express his apology in words. Well, I was happy to show him that all was forgiven; we were friends again.
I sucked and sucked and licked and licked until he finally came, shooting a copious load of adolescent sperm into my mouth. I got caught by surprise by the amount of cum he was able to deposit. I was determined to swallow every drop of it, but it was just too much. Cum ran down my chin and some of it got into my throat so I had to bend down to cough, sending a little splash of jizz on Cooper's socks and on the soft white carpet. He snickered.
"You spilling my cum, that's disrespectful," he pretended to scold me.
Finally I was able to breathe again. Cooper gathered some of his cum from my chin on his index finger. He pressed the finger between my lips and I sucked it clean. Then the finger turned to point down to his feet. I understood and crouched down to lick the spilled cum from his socks and the carpet.
Cooper bent down to pat my cheek.
"Good boy," he complimented my efforts.
"Now go clean your face and get the fuck outta here so I can take a shower."
I got up clumsily. My feet were numb and my knees were hurting from all the kneeling but I managed to stagger into the bathroom. I washed my face and dried it with a towel I found in Cooper's laundry bin.
Cooper was sitting on his bed naked, inspecting his smartphone. I gathered my hoodie and backpack and was about to leave, but stopped in the doorway. I felt I had to make things straight with Cooper before leaving. I turned around. He looked up, raising his eyebrows questioningly.
I cleared my throat.
"Cooper, I just want to say I don't bear a grudge against you because what happened between us today. We're cool."
He laughed, showing a row of pearl-white teeth.
"Yeah, good. We're cool."
I had a broad smile on my face all the way home. Yes, Cooper had his rough side, but in the end of the day he was still a nice and considerate guy. I think I'll ask if he wants to go to the movies with me next time...
Interview with Cooper continues.
"I don't bear a grudge against you; can you imagine the motherfucker said that? When he was gone I laughed for fucking ten minutes."
"Well, I must say that I found this story very discomforting. But on the other hand, it opened a whole new dimension to our research. Cooper, on behalf of our team I thank for your invaluable contribution. Have a great weekend."
"I could tell you about the weekend when I told him to come over without telling him that Scotty would be there too?"
"I think I've heard more than enough for one day. My secretary will show you out."
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