GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/scott01.txt

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ADDENDUM TO WRITINGS OF    ( All names and places are fictious  )
Scott Hylton  by
Carter Jameson

PART I
                                     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.

SEE SCOTT II   ( All names and places are fictious  )