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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.



Chapter 2

"I might stop by for another blowjob," Scotty said and left. I heard the
engine of his Mustang roar before he took off.

I sat down in my mom's armchair, trying to comprehend what had happened to
me today. When I woke up in the morning, I was expecting just another day
at school. But before dusk, I had become a cocksucker. And a cocksucker did
not really stand on the top ladder in the social structure of teenaged
boys. But I didn't care. Pleasuring Scotty had been the most mind-blowing
experience in my young life.

I was shaken from my thoughts when I glanced at the clock on the wall. It
was almost six thirty. My mom would be home any minute now. I sprang into
action and opened the window to air out the smell of sex from my mom's
studio. None too early, as I already heard the familiar rattle of mom's old
Nissan from our driveway.

I had to hurry. I scanned the crime scene with my eyes and spotted the
towel that Scotty had used to clean himself after his blowjob. I grabbed it
quickly and stuffed it into the bottom of the waste bin. Then I untied
mom's apron from my waist and placed it back to the coat-rack. I was glad
that my hard-on had by now somewhat eased so I was able to cover the bulge
with my hands.

My mom opened the door with her keys and looked slightly surprised when he
saw me in her studio.

"Why Rick, have you been doing some sewing today?"

"Hi mom. Yeah, I helped a friend with his jeans."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. You don't have too many friends. Remember to
be nice to him."

"I will, mom."

My mom placed her handbag on the table and leaned closer.

At that moment the earth froze around me. My mom was going to kiss my cheek
that was covered with Scotty's dried cum. And there was absolutely nothing
I could do to prevent that.

Mom kissed my cheek.

"Why Rick, you're wearing a fragrance. What's it called?"

I knew absolutely nothing about fragrances so I had to make something up.

"Well, yeah, it's... it's called... Fresh. Fresh Load."

"Where did you get it?"

"I got it from Scotty. The friend of mine."

"Well, that was nice of him."

Mom leaned closer to sniff my cheek again.

"Fresh Load? I like it. The scent is youthful... but somehow masculine. And
your skin looks brisk. This lotion really suits you."

"Umm, thanks mom. I've better go upstairs to do some homework."

"Good. Anytime you need to use the studio to help your friend, just let me
know."

"Thanks mom."

I grabbed my backpack and ran the stairs up to my room. I locked the door
and sat down at my desk. I opened my computer and chose an image from my
picture files. It was a very good shot of Scotty that I had taken for the
school paper after a victorious lacrosse game last spring.

Scotty was posing for the camera shirtless, his chiseled body glistering of
sweat, a black band tied around his thick blond hair. He was holding his
stick behind his neck, showing his biceps and clean-shaven armpits. He was
looking straight into the camera, grinning triumphantly. His shorts were
hanging low, showing the three-stripe waistband of his light blue Adidas
boxers.

I turned the screen so I could see it from my bed and emptied my pockets on
the bedcover. My fresh loot consisted of Scotty's light blue Adidas sport
boxers, possibly the very same he was wearing in the picture, and a pair of
his white Nike ankle socks. The socks were still moist from his sweat. I
straightened them and smelled the strong aroma of high school jock's feet.

Then I lay down on my back on the bed and pressed Scotty's boxers on my
face. I took a deep breath through my nose, fumbling with the zipper of my
shorts and focused my eyes to the image of Scotty on the screen. He seemed
to be looking straight into my eyes, grinning cockily. I didn't manage to
open my zipper before I shot a huge load of cum in my pants.

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I finished Scotty's Nudies the same evening. Then I gave them a gentle
hand-wash in a wash tub and hung them on our backyard drying rack. Next
morning I woke up earlier than usual so that I had time to iron the jeans.
I folded them neatly into my closet so they would be ready any time Scotty
wanted them. I sent him a text message to let him know that his jeans were
ready.

I waited three days, but there was no message from Scotty. I saw him at
school several times, but he ignored me. He was always surrounded by his
jock buddies or a group of aspiring girls, so I didn't have the courage to
approach him.

Finally, on Friday afternoon, I saw him alone in the hallway, leaning on
his locker, chewing gum and tapping his smartphone. He was wearing a grey
Hollister hoodie over a black tank top that revealed his tanned chest. His
expensive looking factory-worn jeans had rips in strategic spots showing
some tanned skin of his thighs. The jeans and his backwards turned white
baseball cap matched perfectly with his slightly scuffed white hi-top
Converse. Damn, how did he manage to look so hot, just standing there?

I walked over to him.

"Hi, Scotty," I greeted him.

He glanced up and frowned when he saw me. I could tell from his hostile
gaze that I had made a mistake.

Scotty looked quickly around to see if someone was watching us.

"Don't you ever approach me in public, dude. Ever," he hissed.

"Sorry, Scotty," I mumbled, regretting my mistake.

I was just about to walk away when he said,

"You know the old football team locker room in the basement?"

I nodded. The team had been rewarded with a fancy new locker room after
they won the state championship last year. The old one was now deserted.

"Be there in five minutes," Scotty said and turned away.

I waited in the hallway, checking the time from my phone. After four
minutes I headed downstairs to the basement. I had to wait another five
minutes until Scotty came down the stairs. He fetched a key ring from his
backpack and opened the door. Obviously he had somehow gained legal access
there.

Scotty went in and I followed him. The football team locker room was a
natural environment for him but a strange and intimidating place for me. It
reeked of jock sweat. He locked the door, removed his hoodie and hung it on
one of the hooks on the wall.

"I'm sorry, Scotty," I started.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you. I just wanted to ask if you want your
jeans back now. Just let me know and I'll bring them to you."

Scotty didn't pay any attention to my babble. He glanced at his TagHeuer
watch.

"I've got ten minutes," he said, chewing his gum.

I just stared him, puzzled. He didn't need ten minutes to tell me when he
wanted his jeans back.

Scotty stripped his tank top off and threw it on one of the wooden benches.
He looked at me with an impatient expression on his handsome face.

"Why the fuck are you still standing there, dude?"

I tried to swallow, but my mouth had suddenly turned dry. I sank down to my
knees on the cold tiled floor. Scotty stepped closer and put his hands on
his hips. I reached out to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. Then I
hooked my my fingers under his pearly-white boxer trunks and pulled them
down with his jeans below his balls.

I wrapped my fingers around his half-hardened cock, put Scotty pushed my
hand away and took a hold of his hose with his fist. He yanked it a few
times, looking straight down into my eyes, until his pussy-banger grew
fully hard. Then he pulled my head closer. I opened my mouth to let Scotty
slide his teen gun into my mouth.

It became immediately clear to me that Scotty was not planning a smooth
ride. He just wanted to get his rocks off. He grabbed my hair with his both
hands and started to rock his hips back and forth, pulling my face closer
with every thrust of his cock. The rubber soles of his Chucks squeaked
against the floor tiles as he fucked my face. I started to gag from his
fierce thrusts, but he didn't care.

"Try to take some more."

I tried not to panic and eased my throat muscles as much as I could. After
a couple of thrusts the stubble of his pubes was scratching my nose. I
looked up. Scotty's eyes were closed and his lips were pressed tight
together. His baseball cap had fallen down on the back of his head so that
the brim was pointing down. His tight muscles moved in pace with his
fucking thrusts.

I slid my hands under the back of his jeans and took hold of his boxer-clad
buttocks to help him reach his goal.

After a few more forceful thrusts he was there.

"Nhhh... Nhhh..." he grunted and shot his load into my mouth. He pulled out a
bit too early, and the final spurt of jizz landed on my forehead.

He stood still for a while, panting. Then he turned around and went to the
shower room to wash off. I stayed on my knees on the locker room floor,
trying to catch my breath.

Scotty strutted back to the locker room, adjusting his package into his
boxers. He grinned when he noticed my cum-covered face.

"Sorry for the facial, dude," he chuckled, clearly satisfied with himself.

He zipped his jeans, pulled on his tank top and buckled his belt. Then he
took a moment in front of a mirror to fix the wisps of blond hair that
were sticking over the strap of his baseball cap.

"Wait ten minutes before you leave," he said and left.

I sat up on the dirty floor and leaned my back on the wall. Scotty's cum
was dribbling down my face. His taste was strong in my mouth. This time I
managed to open my pants before I shot my load.

My own mother told me that Scotty's cum on my face suits me well. She even
tasted it herself. Who am I to question her judgment?

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