Scott's Story
Chapter 12
After dinner I invited Devin to come home and spend the night with me. He hesitated
at first,  but David and his father encouraged him to go. It would be the first time in
several years he had gotten out of the house for a night.

On the way home, he kept his leg pressed to mine. I couldn’t figure out if he was
doing it intentionally, or just because there wasn’t a lot of room in the cab of Alex’s
truck. I was hoping he was doing it on purpose.

I had heard the phrase that sometimes people just grow on you. I think that is what
was happening with Devin. When I first saw him, I just thought he was just a small,
nerdy boy. I really didn’t find him too appealing. But the more time I spent with him,
the more I was beginning to be drawn to him.

I no longer saw him as small and helpless. After I became aware of the burdens he
was carrying around on his shoulders, I began to realize that he was perhaps one of
the strongest people I knew. Sure, he had nightmares and was sometimes moody,
but he came to school everyday and made good grades. He talked about becoming a
lawyer and helping people who were disadvantaged.

He never complained about anything. He just seemed to take life one day at a time. I
guess being in a deadly car accident, he was aware of just how elusive life can be.
The more time I spent with him, the more I admired the strength of his character.

That night I explained to him some things about my past. I told him how I had
bullied people, particularly Mark and Bobby. He listened intently as I talked. He held
my hand when I told him why I had come to live in Arkansas. Tears formed in his
eyes when I told him about the humiliation I had experienced by the revenge Mark,
Bobby, Richard, Randall and Ryan had inflicted upon me.

“I still feel bad about how I acted,” I confessed.

“Look what they did to you, though,” he responded angrily.

“I really deserved it,” I said. “I was such an ass. Someday I want to call and
apologize to them.”

“Why?” He asked. I knew he couldn’t understand why I felt the need to talk to them
again. He only saw the humiliation they had put me through. I felt the need for
closure. However, I didn’t want to call until I knew I was truly happy.

“It’s just something I feel like I need to do,” I told him. He lay on his side as I
snuggled in beside him. I wrapped my arm protectively around him and pulled him in
closer. He took my arm and clutched it, while I kissed him on the back of his neck.
Moments later, we were both asleep.

We were sitting on my bed watching television the next morning when Alex came
into the room and joined us. Aunt Marie and Melanie had gone shopping for the day.
He threw himself across the bed, crushing us.

“Get off me, you big oaf,” I laughed. I pushed him off me and onto the floor. Devin
was howling with laughter.

“Oh, you think it’s funny?” He grabbed Devin and held him upside down. Devin was
wiggling around, trying to break free. I jumped on Alex’s back, yelling at him to let
him go.

I tackled him to the bed, and Devin and I jumped on him and pinned him. He could
have gotten up if he wanted to, but he feigned that he was trapped. Devin kept
poking his fingers into Alex’s sides, but Alex wasn’t ticklish. After several minutes,
we collapsed breathless on the bed.

“That was fun,” Devin giggled. “I like being treated like one of the guys.”

“You are one of the guys, Sport.” Alex grabbed him into a hug and gave him a
noogie, as he squealed wildly.

He let him go and we rested on the bed, watching television. I had my head on
Alex’s chest, and Devin was using my leg as a head rest.

“I wish I could have been a football player,” Devin suddenly spoke.

“Why, so you could have people cheer for you?” I asked.

“No.” I looked down and Devin was beginning to blush. I thought it was strange.

“Then why?” I asked curiously. Alex looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.

“Nothing,” he said shyly. “Forget it.” He got off the bed and walked dejectedly out of
the room.

“What was that all about?” I asked Alex.

“Beats me,” responded Alex. We lay for a minute until Alex suddenly shot up in bed.

“I got it!” He looked at me and grinned wickedly. “He wants to be initiated!” He
slapped me on my shoulder and started to get out of bed.

“Come on.” He started laughing.

“What are you going to do?” I asked excitedly.

“We have an initiation to perform,” he said, as he took off his shorts and underwear.
He turned to me naked and said, “Come on. Get naked.”  

I stripped and tiptoed bare-assed across the hall to the restroom. Alex threw the
door open as Devin stood at the sink washing his hands. His eyes widened when he
saw us charging at him with no clothes on.

“Turn on the cold water, Scott,” he ordered as he grabbed Devin and held him. Devin
was shouting for Alex to turn him loose.

After I turned on the shower, Alex drug Devin in and held him under the cold water.
I stepped in and helped. Devin was wiggling and squirming, shouting that he was
going to catch pneumonia.

“Why are you doing this!” he shouted, “and why are you naked?” He kept looking
down at our bodies. My cock was beginning to harden. It was the first time he had
ever seen me naked.

“You’re getting initiated, Sport,” laughed Alex.

“No!” He screamed as Alex leaned down and removed his shoes and socks. I
grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. His body was milky white, hairless and
smooth. He was extremely thin. I could probably have placed my hands around his
small waist.

My cock was hard and rubbing against his side. He kept looking down at it. Once he
even let his hand rub against it, causing it to bounce. Alex took his shorts and
underwear at the waist, and in one movement, Devin stood naked between us. Alex
reached down and turned off the water.

Instinctively, Devin cupped his small, hard cock in his hands in an attempt to cover
himself from our view. It was almost five inches long and thin. He had sparse pubic
hair, which I found very sexy.

Alex grabbed his own cock and started stroking it. Within seconds it was standing
out at its seven inches. Devin stopped struggling and watched him. He looked over
at me, as I grabbed my cock and started masturbating as well.

“Come on, Devin.” Alex looked down at him and winked. “You have to join us to be
initiated properly. It’s all right. We’re not going to hurt you.”

Devin continued to watch us jack off, but he still hadn’t started stroking his own yet.

“You want out?” Alex dropped his arm from around Devin’s shoulder. “You can leave
if you want to. I just thought this is what you wanted.”

Devin stood quietly looking down at the bath tub floor. I looked over at Alex and
shrugged. We both felt that we’d gone too far. Perhaps this wasn’t what he had
wanted.

Devin looked over at my cock and then Alex’s, and then he dropped his hand. His
cock sprung out from his body. He reached down and slowly started stroking it. He
looked up into my face and grinned. Alex looked over and gave me a smile of relief.

The tub was crowded, but we managed to turn so that we could watch each other
jack off. Devin never once stopped looking at either mine or Alex’s cock. He was
jerking off quickly. I knew he wouldn’t last long.

“This is so cool,” he grinned. “I think I’m going to shoot soon.”

Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his cock and gave it a couple of
strokes. He moaned and then shot his load onto my leg. Watching his cum leak
down my leg brought me to orgasm. I leaned against Devin and let it shoot onto his
chest. I continued to hump him as I came.

I heard Alex moan, and then felt his cum splashing onto my lower back and ass. He
grabbed me around my waist and rubbed his cock against my back.

“Damn, that was fun,” he said breathlessly. “Definitely the best initiation ever.”

I looked over at Devin and he was grinning ear to ear. “Really?” he asked. “The best
ever?”  

“The best ever.” Alex reached over and tousled his wet hair. We took turns washing
the cum off our bodies. My cock hardened again when Alex started washing the cum
off my ass with his bare hand. Devin reached out and gently stroked it when he
thought Alex wasn’t looking. Alex noticed and gave me a wink.

We toweled off and Devin and I ran naked back to my room. I had to find him
something dry to wear. It was difficult to find him anything that fit. I gave him a pair
of my sweat pants and then pinned them so they wouldn’t fall off his body. I also
gave him a tee shirt that was a little tight on me. It draped over his shoulders.

He looked so cute in my larger clothing. I don’t know what possessed me, but I
walked over and hugged him tightly. He put his arms around me and squeezed.

“Thanks, Scott,” he said into my chest. “This has been the best day ever.” I
squeezed him tighter.

We were sitting in the den watching a movie when David came walking in. Devin was
snuggled up against me on the couch. He sat down and gave Devin a puzzled look.

“Why do you have Scott’s clothes on?” he asked. “Where are your clothes?”

“Wet,” Devin responded without thinking. He looked over at David and his face
began to turn red. Alex started rolling around in his chair, laughing hysterically.

“You didn’t?” David asked in disbelief.

“Yep,” laughed Alex. “We did. Devin’s been initiated.” David got up out of his chair
and walked over to Devin and high-fived him.

“Congratulations,” exclaimed David, as Devin’s face beamed with pride. “You’re now
one of the guys.”

Devin blushed a crimson red when we told David about his initiation. He laughed
wildly when we told him how we had surprised him in the bathroom. I had to stand
and do an impression of his surprised look. Devin couldn’t stop laughing.

The following week at school Devin never left my side. Wherever I was, he was. We
began to look like conjoined twins. I kept teasing him about his initiation. He would
always blush when I reminded him how he shot his load all over my leg.

My grades were also improving. I had always been a good student, but I had never
put in an effort to do anything more than what was expected. However, being
around Devin, I felt I had to do more. We always got together after football practice
at his house to do our homework. He’d never allow us to do anything until we had
finished. I kept begging him to take a break and play a video game, but he would
refuse. I guess that was why he maintained a straight ‘A’ average.

We never repeated our jack off session. I hinted about it several times, but he would
ignore me or change the subject. I had a feeling he wanted to, but something was
holding him back. I knew with my sexual experience that I shouldn’t pressure him to
do anything he didn’t want to do; so I left it alone.

We lost our game the next Friday. We were playing the division champions for the
past three years, so we knew we didn’t have much of a chance going into the game.
However, we were satisfied that we had kept the score low. They only beat us by
seven points. The year before, they had won by 36.

We celebrated as if we had won. Mr. Gordon took us out to dinner as usual. People
still stopped and talked to me as we headed for our usual table. This time I was
happy when people stopped Alex and David and congratulated them as well.

After dinner, Devin asked me to spend the night with him. Alex and David said they
were going to our home so they could stay up late and party. We drove home with
Mr. Gordon.

When we arrived at the Gordon home, Devin excused himself to go to his room and
change. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a soda and snacking on some
cookies with his father. He kept looking over at me and smiling.

“I want to thank you, Scott.” He looked at me and smiled. “You have no idea how
much of a change I’ve seen in Devin since you’ve become his friend.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“He hasn’t had a nightmare or a headache in the past two weeks,” he said. “You’re
the best medicine for him.”

I started to blush. I wasn’t sure if his father knew Devin and I were gay, but it
sounded like he wanted us to be together. Devin walked in and saw me blushing. He
told me to get my milk and cookies and bring them to his room. I gladly did as he
told me.

“What was my father saying to you?” he asked worriedly.

“Nothing,” I assured him. “Everything’s all right.”  He gave me a skeptical look, but
he didn’t ask me anymore questions.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he announced. “You can take one after me.”

He took his pajamas out of the dresser and headed to the bathroom. Minutes later,
I heard the shower running.

I stripped and walked to the bathroom door. It was unlocked. I carefully opened it
and then walked over to the bathtub. I drew back the shower curtain and saw
Devin’s naked body. He was washing his hair under the shower, and he didn’t hear
me step in. He jumped when I put my arms around him and pressed my hard cock
against his back. He soon relaxed and rested his body against mine.

I started rubbing his stomach, lowering my hand until I reached his now hard cock.
I started stroking it as he leaned into me. I could hear him moaning softly as the
water cascaded down his smooth body.

I turned him around and stared into his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed me. I
opened my mouth and returned the kiss as the water ran down our faces. I could
feel his hard cock rubbing against my leg. I reached down and put my hand around
it. He moaned into my mouth as he began to hump my hand.

I started kissing his neck, licking my way down his body. He squirmed when I began
sucking on his small nipples. I then licked downward, finally taking his cock in my
mouth.

He grabbed the side of my head, leaned against the wall and started fucking my
mouth. I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my nose. I continued with a gentle sucking
motion as he thrust in and out of my mouth.

“I’m cumming, Scott!” he shouted. He tried to pull my head away, but I took him
completely in my mouth as his cock began to pulsate. He moaned and shot his cum
down my throat. I grabbed his legs to keep him from falling.

I held him up as I kissed him again. He pressed himself into my body and returned
the kiss. We held each other and kissed until the water started to turn cold. He
quickly turned it off and grabbed the towels. We stood in the tub drying each other
off.

When we were dry, he took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. We crawled
into bed and he snuggled beside me. He rubbed his hand around my chest, playing
lightly with my nipples. He watched as my cock filled with blood and grew hard. He
ran his hand down my light treasure trail until he reached my cock. I hissed when he
wrapped his hand around it and started stroking me gently. He got up on his knees
and looked at my large cock in his small hand.

I watched as he leaned in and ran his tongue along the side of my cock. He then
gently licked off the drops of precum that had appeared at the tip of my cock. I
moaned when he took about an inch of my cock into his small mouth and started
sucking me.

I lay back and felt his hand grasp my cock and stroke me while he took about two
inches into his mouth. He wasn’t giving me the best blow job I had ever had, but it
was probably one of the most loving I had ever received.

After about five minutes, I felt that I was ready to cum. I leaned up on my elbows
and watched his small mouth stretched around my large cock. His small hand was
still wrapped around it, stroking it more rapidly. He looked into my eyes and I could
see the love he had for me.

“I’m cumming!” I warned him. He pulled off and continued to stroke me. He watched
as I rose off the bed and let out a loud moan. Shot after shot came pouring out of
my cock. It splashed all over my stomach.

He jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom, returning with a towel to clean me
off. When he finished, he lay down beside me and pulled the covers over us. He
crawled on top of me and gave me a passionate kiss.

He pulled away and looked into my eyes. “Can I be your boyfriend?” he asked
hopefully.

“I’d love you to be my boyfriend,” I replied with a gentle kiss.

He lay on his side and I threw my arm around him, pulling him in tightly to me. He
grabbed my arm and held it to him. He let out a deep sigh as his body relaxed
against me. I fell asleep minutes listening to his gentle breathing.

We walked into the kitchen the next morning holding hands. When we entered,
David was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal. He looked up as Devin let go of
my hand. He let a sly smile form on his face.

“I’m cumming, Scott!” He moaned, trying to imitate Devin. I looked over and Devin’s
face was turning beet red. I thought he was going to pass out.

“You heard us?” I asked. My face was red as well. He was supposed to be spending
the night with Alex.

“Oh, yes,” he laughed. “I’m cumming!”  He imitated me this time, causing me to
blush even more.

“Karen came over last night to keep Alex company,” he explained. “I was in the way,
so I came home. I heard you when I walked down the hall.”

“So you just had to listen?” I started laughing. “Devin, go check the hall. He
probably shot a wad on the floor.” It was David’s turn to blush.

“You did!” Devin giggled. He ran down the hall to check the floor. He came back a
minute later and shook his head.

“I wiped it up with my underwear,” he replied.

“Ew!” Devin and I shouted in unison. Devin said he had to go to the bathroom and
headed back down the hall, leaving David and me alone.

“You’ve made him happy.” David looked over at me and smile. “I haven’t seen him
like this in four years.”

“He makes me happy too,” I said.

“Good.” He studied me for a minute. “Don’t hurt him, all right?”

“I won’t,” I assured him. “I promise.”

“I promise what?” Devin asked as he walked back into the room.

“I promise to kick David’s ass if he jacks off outside your door again.” We all started
laughing loudly. David looked over at me and winked.

We finished eating breakfast and David drove us to my home. No one was there
when we entered. I told Devin to go in the den and wait for me. I went to my room
and took out a small box that I had brought from California. I sifted through it until I
found the small piece of paper.

I sat on the couch beside the phone. I motioned for Devin to sit beside me. I looked
at him and took a deep breath. He looked at me questioningly.

“This is something I have to do,” I informed him. “I want you to be here with me.”

I took the receiver and dialed the number on the paper. It rang about four times
until I heard a young voice on the other end.

“Hello?” He asked.

“Mark?” My voice shook as I said his name. Devin took my hand and held it.

“Who is this?” Mark asked suspiciously.

“Scott Olsteen,” I said nervously. “Please don’t hang up.”  

The phone was silent for about 15 seconds. He was probably trying to decide if he
wanted to talk to me. “What do you want, Scott?” he finally asked.

“I’m sorry.” Tears welled up in my eyes. I felt like I wasn’t going to be able speak to
him. Devin continued to squeeze my hand. I took another deep breath.

“I’m sorry for the way I treated you and Bobby,” I said tearfully. “I was wrong, and
I’m calling to apologize.” There was another long silence.

“Thanks, Scott,” he finally said. “I’m sorry for what we did to you too.”

“You don’t have to be,” I said. “I deserved it.”

“Maybe,” he continued, “but we didn’t have to be as mean as we were. We should
never have done to you what we did.”

“How’s Bobby?” I asked.

“He’s good,” he said. “He’s coming over later.”

“Will you tell him I called and apologized?”   

“Yeah, sure,” he responded. “He’ll be glad you called.”

We spent the next thirty minutes talking like old friends. I told him all about Devin,
Alex and David. I told him how I had joined the football team. I even went into a
little about my background that had caused me to act as I had. He asked if Devin
and I could come to California next summer and spend some time with him and
Bobby.

He also informed me about Richard and Randall. They were still together. He said
they had felt badly for what they did to me. They wouldn’t have done it if they knew
I would be shipped off to Arkansas.

“I can’t believe the change in you,” said Mark. “I’m really happy for you. I hope you
and Devin are as happy as Bobby and me.”

“I am.” I leaned over and kissed a smiling Devin on the nose. “You’ll like him. He’s a
lot like Bobby.”

“Do you mind if I email you sometime?”  I asked. “I’d really like to keep in touch.”

“I’d like that too,” replied Mark. We exchanged email addresses.

“Thanks, Mark,” I said. “And I really am sorry.”

“That’s in the past,” he replied. “We’re friends now.”

“Yeah, friends,” I said as tears formed in my eyes.

We spoke a few more minutes and then said goodbye. I looked over at Devin. He
was still smiling at me.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I gave him a kiss. “Much better.”

For the first time in my life, I was truly happy.

THE END

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