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SCOTT The water felt good running over my body. The soap the Motel had supplied in the room wasn't bad at all. Soaping my body was a joy especially now for the first time in my life I was getting cleaned up for something and someone I had waited for a long time, and I was scared. Scott Hylton's face had kept zooming in and out of my thoughts all day. I couldn't even concentrate when a big bull decided to mount one of the cows in one of the pens and this always excited me. All I could think of was this persons handsome face, the neat way he dressed and the way he conducted himself. Most of all his manhood with those beautiful balls, the part of his stomach I saw all covered with golden reddish hair that matched the color on his head and moustache. Looking down at my own manhood that was getting hard as hell again as it had been doing all day. When he asked me what I had in mind, I had left it with him that I would do whatever he wanted me to do. "What have I gotten myself in for?", I thought to myself as I washed vigorously in between my legs and buns, getting my rear cleaner than it had ever been. My stomach started tying up in knots and filled with butterflies when I would fantasize putting Scotts big cock in my mouth, it was hard for me to swallow thinking about it. Then the panic stricken thought would consume me again as I didn't know how to let him know that my teeth were not real, that a horse I was trying to ride threw me against the barn when I was seventeen years old and knocked all of my teeth out. A magician of a dentist fixed me up with teeth that looked just like my real ones, only difference was I had to take them out to brush them. Absolutely no one knew I even had them except my Mother & Sister. As I drove up into the city after my brief encounter with Scott in the men's room at the Restaurant out on the highway coming into Halltown, I fantasized of how I would lure him into the bed of the motel, turn off the lights telling him I was bashful which was true, and I visualize myself starting at the top of Scotts head, inside of his ears, his mouth, and working down doing all the things with my mouth to his body I had wanted to do to some man ever since I could remember and was afraid to ever try or let anyone of the many that had approached me over the years do these things to me. I wanted something done, not sure what, just was afraid to cross over the border. Besides up until today no one had ever come along that affected me like Scott Hylton had done. I could hardly wait for him to get here and get him inside this room. I could feel my heart pounding up inside of my neck to where I thought I would explode. I continued with my fantasy, as I got to his beautiful hardness, I would lick it and then I would fake a cough, turn my head, remove my teeth, slip them under the mattress, then take his beautiful hunk of hard flesh up into my mouth. I would suck on it and apply suction to it just like the cups on a milking machine would do to the cows teat to pull the milk out, I wanted to just suck every drop of liquid sperm out of his body. Thinking of this caused me to choke, my throat seemed to tighten up where it was hard for me to swallow. I couldn't understand why it did this every time I fantasized about Scotts dick up inside my mouth. Once I got it there, I intended to do everything to it I had always thought of doing. Rinsing myself off, I turned on the cold water and let it run over me to let my dick go down so I could save every once of sperm and cum I had inside of me for Scott, not knowing what he may want me to do, or what he was going to do to me. I had just made up my mind I was going to go for it, as the pressure to try this had been mounting inside of my brain constantly. I just hope he doesn't end up minding the age difference between us since I'm almost nine years older than he is. Little did I know the evening that was slowly approaching was going to be an evening that I would cherish and never forget, and one that would be repeated many times in my mind only, during the rest of the week after the two nights and one day with Scott, always looking, always searching for Scott Hylton, but not finding him. The young college kid that lured me into the backroom just this last night leaning me up against the desk in behind the closed doors of the main office while the phone almost rang off the hook, as he sucked and drank and licked every drop of cum from my body. All it was to me was a guick relief, all the time wishing it was Scott. A feeling came over me that no one would ever measure up to Scott Hylton. Looking at myself in the mirror, I liked what I saw, I just hoped that Scott would as well, as all of this trouble getting cleaned up and worrying how I looked for the first time in my life changing clothes three times just to make sure I looked o.k. This had all been for him and he alone, even the after shave lotion and cologne. There were two men here in the Motel who had tried to lure me into their rooms already, as well as three real sharp older men at the yards trying to get me off into a vacant shed. I was curious, but I didn't let it go any farther than that. Just as long as they were the aggressors as I didn't want it to be said I was the aggressor, except in Scotts case. I knew if I let him get away without me making some attempt to meet with him, I would always regret it. Telling myself to quit letting my mind drift, and looking down at my watch was telling me I had better start looking for Scott as it was well past eight o'clock and he said shortly before nine. Looking back into the mirror, I saw a man of Thirty three years of age, a full head of unruly dark awburn hair, full dark eyebrows, deep blue eyes surrounded with thick eyelashes, trim nose, well trimmed moustache and sideburns just beginning to grey , nicely shaped full lips, dimple in the chin, broad neck the shirt open only far enough to expose the hair from my chest. My red and black plaid shirt was pretty well filled out and the sleeves were rolled up part way to expose large vein and hair covered arms from a lot of heavy and hard work. Looking on down to my snug fitting jeans as my cock was twitching and throbbing with the anticipation of what was yet to come. The way I was shaking I wasn't sure I was going to be able to go thru with it. The bulge in my jeans that was always there, was more noticeable now and regardless of how I worked trying to place them inside of my jeans, I couldn't conceal it. Backing off from the mirrow so I could get my entire six foot four frame into the mirror, looking at my clean boots, I assessed myself as looking pretty acceptable to anyone. In fact looking at myself as I looked right now, my sex showing proudly and unconcealable put me into more of an excited state than before. Looking at my watch once again, I thought I had better put on my jacket and walk down to the office. I had asked for and they gave me the room at the very end where I had stayed the last time, listening to some truck driver fuck the hell out of some woman up on the second floor. I could hear every word they said and every groan and the bed springs from inside my bathroom air vents, but when I walked back into the room where the bed was, I couldn't hear a thing, so I thought whatever we ended up doing if there was any sounds no one should be able to hear from this room. Sitting on the couch in the Motel Lobby looking out the window into the driveway, excitement welling up inside me as each minute passed. Then I saw car lights of a blue Buick pull up in front, and I saw the large frame of Scott Hylton getting out of the car. He was taller and bigger than I remembered looking down at a magazine pretending I was reading it as he walked up to me, I looked up into his handsome smiling face, and butterflies flew out of my mouth as I opened it to say, "You are a man of your word, you are right on time" as I stood smiling while extending my hand to him, and we stood there for a few seconds giving each other a good strong handshake, smiling and exchanging idle chatter. "Have you eaten dinner" I asked still standing, " I sure have" he replied, just thought I would stop over and visit with you for a few minutes" he said starting for the door. He instantly helped me reduce my nerves and was putting me more at ease. Looking over and waving at the young part-time College student behind the front desk that had tried to lure me into the back room for the last fifteen minutes, "thanks for the Coffee" I said as we went out the door. Walking to the room, "the temperature has already dropped since a few minutes ago as I was walking up to the Motel Office" I said getting inside of my jacket pocket to get the room key. Scott replied, "I was listening to the radio in the car to the late news and they said to expect some snow later tonight." "If it snows tonight as cold as it is we will all freeze tomorrow" he added walking into my room as I held the door for him. The room felt real good and warm. "Sorry I don't have any chairs, we will just have to set on the bed" I chuckled sitting down on the bed. Scott was still standing removing his jacket. "You don't mind if I use your john?" he asked and continued, " I had quite a bit of coffee for dinner, and I think it is wanting to come out." "Right inside that door" I replied, "be careful what you say, this room is sound proof, but everything you say or do inside of the bathroom, the sound goes right thru the air vents up into the other room overhead. "All they are going to hear is me emptying my bladder, and then taking a warm wash cloth to clean myself" he said smiling at me starting to unbutton his jeans, I could already see the outline of his beautiful cock, and my throat started to close off again. " Would sure like to know why it does that," I thought thinking of Scott, and my cock throbbing inside of my jeans wanting out. The sound of the stool flushing and then the water running told me Scott was through and was washing himself off. I really liked that as it meant the part that he couldn't get to that someone else could, he wanted it to be as acceptable to them as it would be to him. The door opened and Scott walked out with his jeans and undershorts in his hand, and his shirt was open from the neck down. There in front of my eyes was the full picture except the part that the shirt was covering. Walking over toward me, a wonderful twisted smile on his handsome face exposing the small dimple in his left cheek, his very tall muscular body covered with reddish blonde hair, and his cock swaying back and forth as he walked over to the bed where the bed lamp lighting was much better and I could see the veins protruding down and around his immense shaft, and his balls were hanging snugly below this work of art surrounded by glittering hair. I could feel my throat closing up on me again. " My turn for the little room " I blurted out as I went into the room and likewise emptied my bladder and washed myself although I didn't need it. I then took off my jeans, undershorts and shirt, leaving myself completely naked even my socks were removed. Walking out of the door, carrying my clothes and laying them over on the bench against the wall, Scott had already pulled the sheets and cover down and had crawled in, his body completely exposed from the knees up. His cock was laying proudly up on his stomach well past his navel, his left leg was shifted up slightly letting his golden hair covered balls hang and glisten in between his legs.