Fiona and the International Scheme – Part 2

Fiona and the International Scheme – Part 2
By
Tommy Linarcos

The next morning, just before 10:00am, Scott called home and checked-in with his dad, making sure there were no plans as he was going to spend a little more time with his friends.  Then he took a shower.  He half-wondered if Pete was going to surprise him and try to join him, but he did not.

He wanted to brush his teeth, but didn’t want to borrow Pietro’s toothbrush.  He’d just had the guy’s cock in his mouth, Scott shrugged a laugh, but using the guy’s toothbrush was just too personal.  He opened a drawer or two in the sink vanity, looking for a dentist-provided cheap spare, maybe, and found three 8-packs of soft brushes.  Pietro’s mother must buy them in bulk, he thought.  Scott selected a blue one.

Through the washroom door, Scott could hear a little commotion, some quiet conversation.  His clothes were still in Pietro’s mother’s bedroom, so he’d have to navigate the hallway in a towel, no matter who was out there.  Too early for Fiona and Seabass.  Hopefully, it wasn’t Pietro’s mother.  That would be… well, maybe she knew all about Petey’s conquests.  But no parent wants to find out their bed has been used.

Scott borrowed the hairbrush on the counter, whosever it was, and brushed back his brown locks, looking slick.  He wrapped the big white towel around him, secured it at the waist, and opened the door.

“Hey… Pete?  Is it okay to come out?” he called down the hall.  “My clothes are still in the room.”

“Scott?  Yeah.  Come on out,” Pietro returned.  “In fact, can you come here a minute?”

Scott really wanted his clothes, but at least this meant that it probably wasn’t his mother come home a day or two early.  He kept a hand on the knot in his towel and cautiously made his way into the frontroom.

Pietro hadn’t dressed yet, himself; he was still only in his black boxer-briefs.  Though Scott’s towel had more square footage of material, at least the boxers were actual clothing.  The other person in the room was —

“Scott, I believe you know Al…”

Scott gave Pietro a withering glare.  What are you doing?  Why did you call Al?  What do you expect will happen?  And here I am, standing almost naked in front of this guy.  How do you deal with this?

Scott turned to Al.  Whatever the deal was, it wasn’t this guy’s fault.  Al Schroeder was a blonde stunner.  His straw-colored hair looked like he’d just finished rough-drying it with a towel straight out of the shower, himself, except it stayed that way, and looked perfect.  A little curl to it, similar to Scott’s own brown hair, though he’d have to wait for his hair to dry for them to spring up.  Al’s eyebrows were a little darker than his hair, and Scott suddenly wondered if that would stay true over the rest of him.  There were a few sun freckles across his nose and the tops of his cheeks, and it looked like he had a snaggletooth, but Scott couldn’t be sure — not that it marred his appearance.  Al was wearing a simple yellow pullover and a pair of khaki shorts, his shoes already removed and placed near the door.  Scott knew the guy had muscles from gymnastics, but he wasn’t a powerlifter or a bulky football player, so those muscles were comfortably hidden until he wanted anyone to see them — again, similar to himself and his fellow swimmers.  Although, his own muscles were certainly now on display for Al.

Scott turned on his smile, tightened his grip on his towel, moved forward into the room, and extended his right hand.  “Hey.  Good to finally meet you.  Although…” he indicated his bare chest and the towel, “I wish I’d been better prepared…”

Al grasped Scott’s hand and shook it.  A good, dry, firm handshake, while his eyes unmistakably checked out Scott’s pecs.  “Hi.  Yeah, don’t worry about that.  It’s not like…  Anyway, yeah.  It’s like I always wanted to get to know you, too, but we’re never in the same place too often.”

Pietro tugged at Scott, making him take a seat on the couch, not letting him leave to get changed.  Al moved with him to take a seat on the couch, too.

“So,” Pietro looked back and forth between them, a big smile on his face, “talk…”

“Petey, you’re an idiot,” Scott cast at him.

“We actually have met, you know,” Al said, bringing Scott’s attention back.  “We were at the movies, together.  Well, not together, but you were there with some guy, and I was there with my friend.”

Scott knew this.  “Yeah, I remember…”  He let a smile grow, as if he were just now recollecting it.  “Danny and I went to see James Bond, and they were cleaning the theater, still, wouldn’t let us in.  We were sitting on those cushy benches.  And you were there.  We got to talk a little.  Kinda like this, like now.  What were you seeing, again?”

“I was with… no one special… it turned out… and we were going to see Dune,” Al recalled.  “I saw you two there, and I knew you, and I couldn’t just ignore you, or give you a chin wave,” he laughed.  “We’d have walked in and just gone, ‘Hey, that was Scott Walker.’  And I wanted to really say hi.”

“I’d seen you before, when I’d watched Pete perform, once,” Scott pulled up, “but those gymnastics meets take forever.  Everyone’s all over the place, nine events going on at the same time, everyone’s so far away.  No big screen to watch like in the Olympics.”

Al nodded with a roll of his eyes.  “Same for you guys.  I went to a swim meet, once, because of his boyfriend,” he nodded toward Pietro.  “Even though there’s so much skin, I couldn’t tell who anyone was, and then half of you are wearing caps.”

“So you might have seen me win, but didn’t know it was me,” Scott smiled.

“I didn’t say I didn’t know it was you…” Al smiled with his eyes.  “So, at the movies, you could have come to watch Dune with us, there were plenty of empty seats.”

Scott shook his head.  “It was opening weekend for Bond, otherwise, maybe, if you’d invited me to…”

“Hey,” Pietro interjected, “are you guys still shaking hands?”

Scott looked down and realized that the handshake that led to sitting together had never really ended.  His hand was now between both of Al’s.  It just felt nice.

“Sorry,” Al laughed, and released Scott.

Scott just looked askance at Pietro.

“So, um, Pietro told me to come over because he was working on a project,” Al said.  “Are you in this, too?  What’s it about?”

“I’m a project, now?” Scott muttered.

“It’s about… getting Scott comfortable with being with me for pretend, so he can be with Fiona for real,” Pietro let on.

Al seemed disappointed.  “You brought me here as a hired gun?”

Pietro was caught in his explanation.  “We have a plan.  We have to be together when her and Sebbie get here, and then we’ll make them want to swap.  We split them up and get who we really want.”

Al looked at Scott.  “You really want Fiona.”  It was not a question.

“I think I’m in love with her, and I can’t stand to see her with Seabass, so I’m willing to go along with this scheme, and I hope…” Scott trailed off.  He shook his head.  “Oh, I don’t know.  This is stupid.”  Scott started to stand up.

Pietro saw his plans starting to fall apart.  He had to keep Scott here.  He could apologize to Al anytime, but he had to keep Scott from leaving.  “Hey, look, don’t get up.  How about a drink?  Scott?  It’s still morning for you?  Are you a coffee man or juice or a good wake-up Coke?  Al?  Something for you?”

They both just looked at him.  Pietro rambled on as he got up and left for the kitchen.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t know he’d drag you into this,” Scott said.  “You don’t have to stay.  I don’t even know if I’m going to stay.”

Al reflected a moment.  “Tell you what.  Let’s… see what you need for this to happen… so long as I’m here.  Maybe this can make sense, after all.”

“I didn’t know you were going to be a part of this.  I just told him…”  Scott let that fade, shaking his head, a little embarrassed.

But that piqued Al’s curiosity.  “Told him what?”

“I told him…” Scott coughed a nervous laugh, “I said I wasn’t attracted to him, I didn’t know if I could ‘practice’ anything with him.”

“He is kind of ugly,” Al joked, trying to relieve Scott’s tension.

Scott laughed.  He could leave it there, but with Al in front of him, his blue eyes in front of him, something made him say, “But I said I was attracted to you.”

Al smiled, and, yes, there was a snaggletooth — the one between his incisor and canine, on his left side, just a little twisted.   Al leaned in toward’s Scott ear; it was just the two of them in the room, but he spoke like they were sharing a secret.  “I was hoping so.”  He leaned back out, but continued whispering.  “He said you were here and would I like to meet you.  I’ve always thought you were hot, but I’d like to know what makes you tick.  Not just, like, you know.  But like, friends.  Maybe we could be friends.”

“I’d like that,” Scott said.  Then he grew a wicked smile.  “But in full disclosure, I should tell you that Petey told me your real name, Adalbert.”

“Fuckin’ bastard,” Al laughed.  “It’s a family name.”

“I kinda figured.”

“Where I grew up, before I moved here, my friends knew it.  And a couple would say At-Albert, or Fat Albert.  I wasn’t fat, but there used to be this cartoon guy called Fat Albert,” Al shared.

“I can’t picture you fat,” Scott snickered.

“I hope you never will!”  Al looked down at his chest.  “Hey, can I do something without it looking like I’m doing something?”

“I… guess?”

Al pulled off his yellow shirt and tossed it on the back of the couch.  “You guys are, like, naked, and I’m still fully dressed and it’s kind of awkward.  Like if you were the one naked guy in a room full of… dressed people.  But opposite.  I’d rather be like this, anyway, like when I go skateboarding.”

“I used to, when I was a kid.  But I wiped-out too many times.  I can’t afford to get broken, anymore.  Got too much going on,” Scott said, speaking to Al’s eyes, but taking in his chest peripherally.  “Where’d you used to live?”

“California.” Al said it like he missed it.  And he did.  “I miss it.  I used to surf, too.  We moved because of my dad’s work.  But I’m trying to go to college out there.  I want to go back.”

“Fond memories?”

“Oh, yeah.  But I know it’ll be different now I’m not a kid, anymore.”

“Still have to pay for tuition and rent and food out there, too.  Can’t just live on the beach.”

“Oh, you can.  We saw a lot of homeless guys trying to do just that, but I don’t want to wind up like them.”  Then Al leaned in, again, “That’s where… with my surfing buddies.  I was young, like twelve, thirteen, but that’s where we played gay.”

Scott nodded his understanding.

Al asked to Scott’s ear, “Are you bi?”

“I don’t know,” Scott whispered back.  “That takes opportunity.  I see a lot of naked guys in the locker rooms, but it hasn’t done anything for me.”

Al saw Pietro about to walk back in the room behind Scott, carrying two glasses of something orange.  He made a quick hand motion that Scott couldn’t see: get-out-of-here!  Pietro turned around without missing a beat and retreated back into the kitchen.

“Would you like to take the opportunity to do something with me?” Al asked him.

Scott knew his answer, but gave it a beat, anyway, as if he had to think about it.  “Yeah.  With you, I think I would.”

Al drank that in, finally let his hands start roaming Scott’s chest and abs.  Scott took this cue to do the same, this time in full daylight and knowing that he wanted to.

“You owe me a secret,” Al told him.

“This may be the biggest one I have,” Scott shrugged.

Al shook his head.  “You know my name.  You got to give me a fun secret.”

“Don’t worry.  I’m not going to tell, like Pete did.  And I won’t call you Fat Albert or anything.”  He drew Al closer in.  They couldn’t look away from each other’s eyes.

“Better not!” Al tickled his side.  Scott flinched, but it did not continue.  Al still kept his gaze.  “I’m going to tell everyone my name is really Alucard.”

Scott picked this one up immediately.  “That’s Dracula, spelled backwards.”

“You are quick,” was the last thing Al said.

Scott moved in and kissed him.  There was no hesitation.

In his mind, Scott had to divorce himself from the idea that he was kissing a boy, and it wasn’t that hard.  He was kissing this person.  He was kissing Al.  He wasn’t worried about being called gay.  And it wasn’t ‘oh, I’m trying something so daring!’  It was more about not having been attracted to any boy.  He knew what a good-looking body was, and a lot of his teammates had them.  A couple of his other friends, too, but many of his other friends weren’t in a sport.  There were a few guys he wanted to see nude, wanted to check out in the lockers and showers, was curious about, but he never thought about kissing them or giving a blowjob or… fucking them.

In his mind, it was the idea of kissing someone he desired.  And he could be okay with that.  Normally, he desired a girl.  Today, he desired Al Schroeder, and he’d see how much he’d let himself go.  Not to think about it.  Just to be with this person.

Making out with Al was hot, exciting, yet comforting.  This was the thing you did with someone you cared about.  The thing he could not do with Pietro — he cared about Pietro, but he couldn’t kiss him, couldn’t get that personal; he wanted it to be this personal with Al.

Pietro had silently made his way back in from the kitchen and set the two glasses of orange juice on the table.  He didn’t want to disturb the couple he’d created, though he was a little bit jealous.  He’d see if he could add himself to the mix, but not now.  He took his seat on the easy chair next to the couch and let his hand drop inside his boxers.

Al allowed his hand to drop onto Scott’s waist, pulled the tuck out of his bath towel, and drew the side away.  He ran his hand through Scott’s pubes, pulled on them with his knuckles, then grasped his cock, getting familiar with it.

“Finally,” Scott breathed inside Al’s mouth.  “Did you think you needed permission?”

Al laughed, and had to pull away to avoid clashing with Scott’s teeth.  “Everything in its time.  You’re still way ahead of me.”

“Yeah, you still have too many clothes on.  Stand up,” Scott commanded.

Al disengaged from below but held on for one last suck of Scott’s tongue, then stood.

Scott admired Al’s muscle tone.  “Damn, you’ve got good shoulders.  I thought mine were good, but I’ve watched you do vertical push-ups.”

“You’ve got that ‘swim layer’ on you, but I could feel the sinew underneath,” Al admired back.

Scott undid the button and zipper of Al’s cargo shorts and let them fall to his knees.  He took the waistband of his red boxerbriefs and just yanked them down in one swift move, making Al’s cock bend forward and spring back against his body, making a loud thwap as it hit.  Only then did he pull Al’s clothes down past his feet and took the time to get rid of Al’s ‘stupid little socks.’

He felt his way back up to sitting, running his hands along Al’s legs to his waist.  This wasn’t something he’d feel comfortable doing with any other guy, but Al wasn’t any other guy.  They all knew some kind of sex was about to happen, and Scott allowed himself to explore.  Since he was in the right position, he decided to take first crack, and got the feel for Al’s cock.  He noticed Al’s trimmed brown pubes.  “You see, Petey, men have hair.”

“You don’t like Pete’s shave-job?” Al wondered.

“No.  Makes his dick look like my little brother’s.”

“Your little brother has a cock this big?” Pietro asked, lowering his boxers and tossing them away.

Scott nodded.  “He does.  Runs in the family.”

“Still have to suck it, later on,” Pietro teased, openly stroking.

“But I have to suck this one right now.”  Scott took Al’s smooth, cut cock into his mouth and applied the lessons he’d learned the night before.  Al’s cock wasn’t as thick as Pete’s, so Scott could get more inside, go further down.  He began a gentle bobbing, getting familiar with it, not pushing to get it all in but taking it as he could.  Again, there was no real taste, but he did smell better than Pete.  Scott thought only briefly about that and let Al’s scent be the beach, in his mind.

An appreciative groan from Al let him know he was doing okay.

He found he had more room to use his tongue, so he did, and he scraped lightly with his teeth.  He was determined to find Al’s spot — was it at the split in his head? the nub of skin at the scar? just under the whole corona?  He was enjoying getting better at this.

Pietro made his way over to the pair.  “Save the towel.  Could get messy around here.”  He shifted Scott’s legs and sought to get Scott’s cock for himself.

“Get out of here, that’s mine in a bit,” Al called down.

“See? That’s what happened the other day when Sebbie and Fee came over,” Pietro whined, stroking Scott’s cock, still.  “I’m here, I’m available, I want to have fun, but they pushed me away.”

“That’s what we’re going to fix,” Scott said, pulling off to breathe, then licking Al’s shaft.  “You get Sebbie off of her, and keep him off of her.  Fuck him, suck him, whatever, just make him yours.”

“Oh, yeahhhh,” Pietro confirmed.

“And you’re going to make Fiona yours?” Al asked.

Scott stopped and looked up.  “Yes.”  He considered the cock in his hand, the helmet turning purple the more he held it at its base, the smooth shaft and the short brown hairs, the ring so light it almost wasn’t there, the tight package of balls.  “But that doesn’t mean I don’t still want this.”  He sucked the cock back in and started a fast bob, grabbing Al’s behind with both hands.

“Have to warn you, I didn’t get a chance to jerk off this morning before Pete called me,” Al said.  “Barely had breakfast.”

Scott, keeping his mouth in action, just made a ‘gimme’ motion with his hand.  Al grabbed onto Scott’s head, locking his fingers in his hair, closed his eyes, and put himself into the zone, not just enjoying the sensation of being blown, but allowing himself to be triggered, allowing himself to cum.

Scott could tell there was a change, but wanted to make sure Al knew.  He paused.  “Cum for me.  I’ll take whatever you’ve got.”  Then he went back into action.

Al’s hips started shifting and his shoulders dipped, looking like he was having trouble standing.  He held tight to Scott’s hair, but one hand went to a shoulder.  “Fuck, I’m… fuckin’… ahh… Scott… I’m… gah!”  Al shot one small load into Scott’s mouth, followed by a huge load.  Scott held Al’s cock head at his lips, trying to allow him to rock but not to plunge into his mouth as the next five loads shot inside.  Scott did his best to swallow the hot cum, though some of that second load was still inside.  Quickly, he got it down and was able to take Al back inside and clean him off.

Al collapsed onto the couch, but pulled Scott back down with him, holding him until he was conscious, again.  “Oh, you’re learning fast…”

“I have to give that to Pete.  He told me to think about what I like and try to do that,” Scott said.  “I’ve had some talented people to try and copy, so I hope I did okay.”

“You’re fine…”

Scott ran his hand across Al’s chest, making sure to graze his nipple.  There was a freedom to all this, he felt, allowing himself to try something new.  He considered the cum still in his mouth.  And considered it, again.

“What did you have for breakfast?” Scott asked.

Al opened his eyes, a playful sparkle in them.  “Eggo waffles.”

Scott thought half-a-second.  “The Cini-Minis?”


“Yeah…”

“What about yesterday?”

“French toast,” Al was ready to laugh.

“What about dinner?”

“Baked ham and applesauce.”

Scott swished around the remaining cum in his mouth.  “It’s working.”

Al laughed out loud.  “It actually worked!  Cool!”  He leaned forward and kissed Scott, trying to taste any of what he’d given him.

Pietro was feeling left out of the joke.  “What?  You fuckers gonna tell me, or…?”

“You know how diet affects your taste?  Like pineapple juice….  He’s been doing cinnamon,” Scott reported from Al’s chest.

“I did Starbucks and Cinnabon yesterday, too.  I didn’t know I was coming here, but… um… surprise?” Al laughed.

Scott sat up and downed the glass of orange juice Pietro had brought him.  “Now with vitamin C.”  He looked over his new friend.  Al had a bit of a glow to him, or it might have just been his blonde hair and the lighting.  Some people just looked naturally good naked.  Scott handed him the other glass, which he drank down quickly, too.

“I’ve got some energy, now,” Scott said.  “I don’t know…  Can I…?”

Al smiled back at him.  “Can you what?”  He wanted him to say it.

“Can I fuck you?” Scott got out.  “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t… sex is fun, but I shouldn’t ask —”

Al shut him up with a kiss.  “You totally can.”  Al then nodded at Pietro, who left for his bedroom.  “Now, how do you want me?”

“Intensely.”

Al actually blushed.  He came back with, “Unconditionally.”

Scott smiled — inside.  This new friend.  All the new sex was fun, and all this opening-up and trying new things was…  But he was really enjoying making this new friend.  Part of him was comparing the sensation to his feelings for Fiona, but he didn’t want a conflict inside.  He shook that down.  He looked at his friend, great body and all, and just wanted to enjoy all of him.

“On your back okay?” Scott asked.  Al nodded.  “I don’t know if that’s harder or easier, but I want to be able to see you.  See your face.”

Pietro returned with a small bottle of lube and a three-pack sleeve of condoms to find Al sucking on Scott’s cock, getting him primed.

“I don’t think I’m ready to try eating…” Scott apologized.

“That’s okay.  That’s why Pete got the lube.”

“Do we need the condoms?” Scott asked.

“Not if you don’t want to,” Al told him.

“If I’m going to do this, I want to feel it.”

Al got into position on the couch while Pietro went about lubing the two of them up.

“This I tried with Cindy, my old girlfriend, but we didn’t get very far,” Scott told them.

“It’s going to be easier with me,” Al advised him, “but don’t start hammering me right away, okay?”

Scott snickered, then got onto the very serious business of penetration.  He stood between Al’s raised knees, lined himself to his hole, and pushed in gently.  Al was right — it was a lot easier than when he tried it with Cindy.  Still, it took three pushes to get his head inside right, and then it wanted to slide forward, but Scott didn’t give in to haste.  He took it easy but kept moving forward.  He hit a pause as Al clenched a little inside, so pulled back slightly, looked up at Al’s eyes.  Al nodded and Scott felt him relax, and gently pushed again until his pubes met Al’s balls.

Al groaned, “Oh, yes… god, I love your cock.  This is gonna be…”  He reached his arms out to hold Scott at his waist and help him find a speed and a rhythm as Scott drew back and filled him up, again.

Scott tried to equate this with fucking his girlfriends, but it was so much tighter.  He hadn’t had a sleeve this tight since he lost his virginity at thirteen with another 8th Grader.  The lube helped but it was still different from a pussy.  Scott was trying to be careful, didn’t want to hurt Al, not knowing that Al was waiting for him to let go and start giving him what he could.

Pietro clambered aboard the couch close to the couple.  He wanted to offer his cock to either mouth, but neither was paying attention to him.  Finally, Al opened his eyes and saw Pietro’s need.  “Take it easy, Pete.  Don’t push it.  Save what you got for Sebastian.”

“You guys are driving me nuts.  If I hadn’t cum last night…”  He wound up kneeling and running his hands along the both of them.  Al offered his hand to Pietro’s cock, but just gave it a gentle stroke, didn’t want to provoke an eruption.  “I don’t need your pity,” Pietro said, but then smiled as Al laughed.

Scott had no idea why the other two were laughing.  He was concentrating on the sensation.  He wondered if he could ever get a girl into a “DP” situation, but doubted something like that would happen to him in high school.  Maybe college.  He saw Fiona in his mind.  It actually caused him to skip a thrust.

Al caught that.  He let go of Pietro and leaned up, sitting up, but holding onto Scott’s back while he still thrust into him.  Scott adjusted how he held Al’s legs, holding him to him.  Al kissed Scott and Scott kissed back.  “Stay with me,” Al told him.  “Clear your head and… fuck me!”  He leaned back and took Scott with him, turning and bringing Scott onto the couch with him lengthwise, now face-to-face horizontal.  Pietro made the way clear.

“You want this?” Scott asked him, trying to add some vigor.  He sped up his thrusts, started slamming into Al, finding no resistance.

“Gimme that cock.  Fuck me!”

Scott went all out, hammering Al from the waist as Al held him tight to him, urging him on, covering his mouth and sucking on his tongue.  Scott had to pull away to breathe, at one point.  Al let him go.  Scott kneeled, again, and brought Al’s legs to his shoulders, lifting his ass, holding him around the knees, keeping him as tight as he could.

It was stopping him from cumming, though, and Scott desperately wanted to cum.  It was too much.  There was a straight-line connection from the coupling to his brain.  It was so tight, even without him holding his legs, he didn’t know if he could cum while fucking him.  He didn’t want to stop.  Al didn’t want him to stop.  Al kept urging him on with, “Fuck… fuck… fuck me! … oh, fuck…”  He had to do something.

Scott pulled out.  Immediately, the blood that had been restricted flowed again to his glans, and he began to stroke off.  Al dropped his legs and propped himself on his elbows, first feeling the withdrawal and then the realization of the loss inside him, but he recognized Scott’s actions, his need.

“I’m cum—” was all Scott got out as a first blast shot across Al’s abdomen.  Scott dropped his aim as the second, more powerful blast shot out, striking Al’s cock.  The next hit his ass as Scott sought to get back inside, tried to find that warm sleeve he’d just left, and came inside Al for the next two shots.  Al pulled back, denying any more cum inside him, and scooted forward, taking Scott’s cock back in his mouth, taking what was left and cleaning him off.

Scott fell forward, bracing himself on Al’s shoulders and back.  Pietro helped pull him back to sitting, “And then England and Germany created a whole new currency and…”  Scott put his hand up like he was going to strike Pete, but just lightly slapped his cheek, and dropped to his shoulder, giving that a light shake.

Scott lay splayed out, spent, lightheaded, breathing for recovery.  Al joined him, holding him around the chest.  “You have to buy me dinner now…”

Scott laughed, but actually thought about that for a second.

“Okay, gimme your secret,” Al demanded.

The secret of my abilities? Scott wondered, then remembered what Al wanted.  He coughed up the first thing he could think of.  “My middle name is Wilfred,” he breathed out.

“Not good enough.  I already did the name thing.  And everyone hates their middle name.  Need something better.”  Al scraped off the cum that hit his stomach and what he could of that which hit his cock, and put his finger in his mouth.  “You do a lot of fruit juice, I’ll bet.”

“Soda is empty calories,” Scott said, massaging his own cock.  “I do a lot of peanut butter, so I was wondering…”

“No, I don’t taste that.”  Al kissed him, again.

Scott opened his eyes, located Pietro.  “Pete, thanks for calling him in.”

“That’s what I do.  I’m just the butler around here.  Host of the economic summits…” Pietro griped from his position.

“Come here,” Scott offered.

“No, you guys are right,” Pietro said.  “I want to cum like a firehose for Sebbie.”

Scott did a quick mental check.  How much would he have left for Fiona, if things went that way?  He stroked off yesterday morning, no time after school because they just got ready for the concert, then he came in Pete’s mouth last night, and now for Al.  He’d had lots of time between all those.  And this one would prevent him from coming too fast, like a pre-fuck blow job.  He would be fine.

“How are you feeling?” Al asked him.  “You ready to go for more?”

“More?” Scott asked.

“Think you can handle me?” Al asked, but with concern, not as a challenge.  “I’d really like to fuck you back.”

Scott’s eyes got small as he went inside his head.  He’d done a lot in being open to having sex with these two guys, and he’d enjoyed it.  Getting blown, fucking… even in sucking him off, he’d had a sense of control.  Could he do this?  Like Pete had told him, allowing penetration takes a lot.  You have to trust someone, or… find them incredibly exciting.

He looked at Al, his smile — just a nice smile, not teasing, not joking.  His hair, his eyes.  His body, which felt natural to hold.  He was exciting.  If he was ever going to consider this, the time was now, and with this guy.  With Al, his friend.

“Yeah, we can do this.  If you help me.”

Al hid his smile.  He was pleased, but didn’t want to jump and shout.  “Have you ever…?”

“Well,” Scott considered, “a finger, now and then.  And Cindy — the girl who tried anal with me? — she wouldn’t do it unless I was willing to, too.  So she put a rubber on her Mr. Purple and put it in me, further than I got with her.  It was okay — weird but okay.  She didn’t try and do any ‘revenge boning,’ or anything.  So, it would still… really… be my first time.  With any passion, I guess.”

Al and Pietro arranged Scott on his knees, leaning forward onto the couch, saying it would be easiest this way, even though Scott thought he’d like to be able to see everything.  For the next ten minutes, Al lubed Scott’s hole and inserted one finger, then two fingers, drawing slowly in and out, and then was able to sneak in a third finger.  Scott began to protest, but realized Al’s cock would be thicker than that, though probably more comfortable as a single unit, like Cindy’s vibrator had been.

At some point, Al decided that Scott would be okay, and withdrew his fingers.  Nothing was following them in, yet, though.  Scott craned his neck around and saw Pietro sucking on Al’s cock, getting him ready after those minutes of neglect.

Scott felt a twinge of jealousy, then, seeing Pete sucking on Al.  Al was his friend, now.  He should have Al’s cock in his mouth.  But as soon as that feeling hit him, it left again, Scott realizing the ridiculousness of it.  He took a breath and cleared his head with a laugh.

Al took his cock in hand and played at Scott’s door.  “Just take it easy, now.  Breathe and relax.  Don’t fight me.”

Scott wasn’t nervous.  More curious as to what it would feel like.  Like going on a ride at Six Flags, you eat up all the tension waiting to get on the ride, you know it will make your stomach flip, but it will be thrilling, and you’ll love it when you’re all done.  You just had to remember nothing bad would happen to you.  Unless someone didn’t inspect the track that morning.  Scott shut down that thought.

Al started pushing, and Scott’s ass slowly stretched around Al’s glans.  He didn’t fight.  He didn’t tighten up.  He willed his asshole to relax and not prevent Al from going the wrong way.  And the head was in, and it was big.  Scott took a sharp, deep breath, and clenched.  Oh, my god, it’s huge! Scott thought.  He knew it was about the same size as his own cock.  But like your tongue knows every little thing that goes on in your mouth, his asshole now knew the shape and girth of Al’s cock.  He wasn’t going to let Pietro’s fatty get anywhere near his ass!

“Take it easy,” Al cautioned, his voice soft and meant-to-be-soothing, and slowly pushed his shaft inside.  He paused to let Scott get used to it.  “How does that feel?”

“It’s… it’s okay.  Might hurt a little, but I’m doing okay.  It feels weird.”

“That’s fine.  Try to push back at me, inside.  It’ll feel right as we get going.”  Al continued to push inside Scott until his short pubes met his ass.  “We’re there.”  He paused, again, to let Scott get used to the stretching.

“It feels… full.”

“Yeah.  It will.  And if you let it, it’ll feel good, too,” he soothed.  He drew his cock back but not out, then pushed his length back inside Scott.  He did this three more times, slowly and evenly, and then picked up the pace.

“Oh, fuck,” Scott moaned.

“Good fuck, or bad fuck?” Pietro asked, off to the side.

“Good fuck,” Scott breathed.  “Yeah, good fuck.”  He helped Al find a rhythm.

“Don’t grip me, Scott.  Relax.  Tell me,” Al said.


“What?” Scott wondered.

“Tell me that secret.  The fun secret.”  Al picked up the pace again and enjoyed the fuck.

Scott realized what he meant.  Distract himself and enjoy it.  Without putting any thought into it, he came up with a secret.  Something he hadn’t thought about for years, but it just came.  His sister.  What he did to his sister.  Nothing really bad.  Just…

“My sister, she likes Alpha-Bits.  For breakfast.  The letters.  Oh-ohhh… The cereal with the letters.  She liked to spell her name with the little letters.  Her name is Shea.  S-H-E-A.  I was mad at her.  Hmmm…  I poured her whole box into a big bowl and took out all the Ss, all the Hs, all the Es, and all the… all the As.  And I ate them.  I put the rest back.  Oh, fuck… fuck me…”

“I’m fuckin’ you…” Al said, loving that Scott was into it.

“Shea wanted to know who opened her box.  I told her I did, that I wanted to see what the toy inside was.  And I gave her the toy, said I didn’t want it.  Hah-ah!  She was mad about that.  But she didn’t know about the letters.  I’d folded the bag inside right.  Then she ate her bowl, and she couldn’t spell her name because she didn’t have any of the letters.  Mmm…  She couldn’t do it that day.  She couldn’t do it the next day.  Not all week until it was all gone.  Fuck!”

Scott put up his hand.  “Let me… let me get on my back.”  Al pulled out, and Scott felt the immediate loss, the zloop, the slide of Al’s cock taking a vacation.  Al helped him onto his back, and positioned his legs as he knew they should be, and slid right back inside Scott, zipped the whole way in, making Scott’s eyes bug, making Scott laugh at that, the whole effort just a matter of seconds, and hammered his ass as he had been.

“So, your sister… What did she do?” Al asked, keeping Scott in the zone.

“Fuck.  Fuck!  She called the company, the Alpha Bits company, whatever it is.  Number was on the box.  Kellogg’s?  The thing with the weird G?  I don’t know-oh-ohh…  But she complained that the box we bought didn’t have her letters.  A week later, they sent her a coupon for a free box.  She goes to the store, gets a new box.  And I do the same thing to her again.  All over again!  Fuck!  What are you hitting in there?  Your skin is shiny.  Come down here.”  Scott pulled Al down for a sweaty kiss.  Al told Scott to keep going.

“Shea gets mad and calls the cereal company again.  The lady.  Oh, fuck me…  The lady on the phone.  She’s like, ‘They probably just didn’t run the wheels that make half the letters that day.’  For that, you know, that shipment, the fuckin’ shipment or whatever.  Those boxes were probably missing T and L and Z, too, she said, who the fuck knows?  But Shea didn’t check for those.  Right?  Fuck… Just her fuckin’ letters.  So the lady apologized, but didn’t send her another coupon, this time.  No!  Fuck no!  ‘Cause she thought Shea was scamming her.  You know?”

Al smiled, watching Scott’s eyes stare at the action, his hand keeping his cock interested while his ass was pummeled.

“But I was mad. And I never told her.  I never fuckin’ told her.  Fuck me!  And to this day, she still thinks the cereal company fucked up!”

Al laughed, and he could because he was the one fucking, not getting fucked.  “She never found out.  That’s good.  But now I know.”

“Now you know.”

“And now… I’m going to come on you,” Al declared, and slipped out of Scott’s ass and started stroking.

“In me,” Scott breathed.  “Cum inside me.  This might be my only time.  I want to know what it feels like.”

Al hesitated, but it was a request he couldn’t refuse.  Scott’s ass still had enough lube and he slid himself back inside.  The suddenness of it made Scott’s eyes cross, but he recovered.  It took several more thrusts to bring Al to that point, again, but he grit his teeth and shot his load inside Scott.  “Grrrfffffuuuuuck!”

Scott could feel Al’s cock kick, but not individual cum blasts, just the warmth spreading, the liquid, the weirdest feeling.  He put his hands out to Al’s shoulders, propping him up, and then let him collapse down on top of him.  Both held each other loosely but securely, hearts beating, chests rising and falling on each other’s, breathing each other’s neck.

“What’s that wild scent you’re wearing?” Al asked Scott’s clavicle.

“Coast — the eye opener,” Scott said in his best Ryan Seacrest.  “And you?”

“Sorry, nothing so fancy.  Just Old Spice Sport.  Didn’t know I was gonna…” Al trailed off.  He raised himself, took a deep breath in and out, and looked Scott in the eye.  “Is this it?”

Scott replied but could not answer.  “I don’t know.”

End of part two

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