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Eddie and Scott (MM)
by NixPixer Landman

*

Yo, Eddie here. How's it hangin' dudes? Heh.. well, guess I have a 
story to tell. I basically consider myself to be pretty cool, I'm 
not really on an ego trip or anything like that, that's just what 
other people have told me that I've known in school. I'm a skater 
and I do like hangin' tough with my board on the pipes and 
sidewalks and shit. But that's not all I really like. Guess I'm 
basically a gay dude, I mean I never really have been physically 
attracted to girls and now that I'm seventeen and all, I don't 
really see that I ever will be. Crap, just last week I had a girl 
want to know if I would go with her to the junior-senior prom next 
week. Hell, I wouldn't go with her even if I WERE straight. She is 
as homely as sin. Funny, the last prom I went to by myself just to 
see the guys and all I did was kinda meander around the outside of 
the crowd for about 45 minutes, checking out the dudes.

Guess before I go any further I could enlighten you on my looks. 
The thing that pisses me off in life is that a lot of dudes like to 
brag around the girls, but get around most guys and they don't talk 
that much about themselves to other guys. Kinda insane society, 
isn't it? I basically have jet black shoulder length hair, it is 
well.. quite straight, no waves or curls or anything. Lately I've 
been a little noticeable since I had my RIGHT ear pierced and I 
have a stud in it right now. Yeah, it gets a few looks at school, 
but most of the guys look at me and say "you probably had it 
pierced when that ear was in style, eh?" hehe. Not quite, my 
friend. I'm about five feet and nine inches tall, and right now I 
have this real hip brown body tan that drives me ape everytime I 
look at my body. I'd sure like to meet another dude that had a tan 
like this.

It just gives me a hardon. I have on a fluorescent green muscle 
shirt and black shorts right now, and Fruit Of The Loom underwear. 
I wear black hi-top Reeboks with white socks, you know, with the 
bands around the top, but right now I am barefoot. I play 
basketball but I'm not on the school team, I play it in class 
pretty much for credit. I had a dream about that once, but now I 
really AM getting off the subject. Never will forget it though. 
Jeff, this dude in my class, came out to shoot hoops in just his 
underwear one night in this dream. I jacked my dick in my sleep 
that night and woke up coated in my sperm.

Oh well, back to what I was saying. The last prom, when I was 
looking at all the dudes sauntering around the dance floor.. Scott 
Yancey saw me, he was messin' around with Patricia Stanfield. The 
number ended and he walked over to me. "Eddie, what's up dude?" 
Scott's not a thrasher, but he hangs out with thrashers because he 
works with wood.. and he builds half-pipe ramps real good for not a 
lot of money. "Not much man," I said to Scott. There was still 
about an hour or so left in the prom. I had my hair slicked back 
and all, all things considered I was one of the best-dressed dudes 
there. For a second, he glanced around. "Where's your babe?" he 
said, and he almost died when I said I was just here alone.

He started saying shit like, "you look incredible. I don't see how 
a dude as good looking as you couldn't get hooked for a prom like 
this," he said outside as we stepped out to get a Coke in the 
lobby. Then he started talking about trying to hitch me up with 
Arleen Boshell. Taking two sips on my Coke, and canning it, I led 
Scott down the long hall to the locker rooms. I was going to go 
there so I could talk in more privacy.

I was surprised to find the door unlocked. I thought it was kept 
locked during events like this, but evidently not. I walked in - 
the lights were out.

Locating the switch just inside the room, I cut them on. Empty; the 
only noise was a dripping faucet. I sat down on a nearby bench, 
Scott sat with me.

"Now, what was so urgent that you had to drag me off here?" the 
stud of my life asked of me. There was nothing stuck-up or redneck 
about this guy; he was pure logic and rationality, and quite 
straightforward.

"Dude," I said, casually pulling my slacks away from my balls where 
they were putting pressure, "you don't just say everything in 
public," I said, looking him in the eye. He smiled back after a 
minute. I casually looked at his groin area, it looked pretty 
normal I guess. "You mean.. guy talk?" he asked. "Yeah.

This is basically guy talk.. one guy talkin' to another rad dude.." 
I said, smiling back.

"Yeah. So, I mean, what about Arleen?" Scott said, nestling down 
beside me, "you want her bad?"

He was brushing my arm with his hand, running it on my hairs and 
giving me goosebumps. I think he might have been looking for me to 
move away, say something like, "what are you touching me like that 
for?" but I didn't. "Oh, sorry.. didn't realize I was doing that," 
he said, catching himself. "I must have had my mind on something 
else."

"That's okay, man. I don't mind it. I don't get mad about shit like 
that.. like other guys do." I said profoundly.

"Yeah, I've noticed that about you," Scott said, "you handle a lot 
of shit well that would probably make some people flare up like a 
firecracker. How do you do it?"

"Wanna know my real secret?" I said.

"Sure!" he said eagerly. I took a whiff; the room still had a 
unique aroma of jockstraps and sweaty hot bodies, hours after the 
last crowd had been in here.

"I'm gay."

"Are you serious?" Scott said quietly. "Yep."

"Damn. No WONDER you didn't have a date." Scott took it really well 
at the moment; all in all I have known Scott even indirectly now 
for almost five years. His family had moved here from Vancouver, 
B.C. when he was twelve. Now he was my age; we were both sixteen 
then. Patty was probably wondering where he was. Me? I didn't give 
a damn. I wanted him right where he was.. and he didn't show any 
signs of leaving.. not yet anyway.

"You know, that IS an interesting tack.." he said. "What's that?" I 
asked.

"Being gay. You know, I've often wondered about myself sometimes.. 
because it seems that well.. dunno, there really are some things 
that a girl just can't do to me like another guy could, you know?"

"Like what?"

"I dunno, sometimes I think a guy COULD get me hard, if I thought 
long enough about it," Scott said. "I dunno, maybe I should just 
keep it to myself.."

"Well, look.. you can tell me," I assured him. "I wouldn't tell a 
soul. Just..

do what you feel. There's nothing wrong with it," I said, trying to 
erase fear, if there was any. He WAS a little shaky. "Can I ask you 
something?" I said.

"Sure!" he said, quickly.

"Are you sure? I don't want to upset you!"

"Try me!" he affirmed.

I paused a second and put my arm around his shoulder, as I had done 
before a few times. "Do I make you hard? Do I give you a boner? You 
can be honest with me."

"I know I can, Eddie. You're about the only guy I can be honest 
with. Well, yeah, you sorta.. make it hard sometimes." he said.

"Is it hard now..?"

"A little... uh, listen.. tell you what. Let's talk more at your 
house, okay? I'll go take Patty home, you know.. tell her something 
came up.. she'd probably understand."

"Okay, you wanna meet me about.. 9:30?"

"That sounds good," Scott said, turning for the door.

Something DID come up.

We were LOCKED in the LOCKER ROOM.

Evidently, someone had slipped by with a key, a custodian perhaps.. 
we were talking so softly, and he probably thought the room was 
empty.. but the door was locked by a deadbolt from the outside.. 
and that deadbolt required a KEY to open it.

At first, I didn't know what had happened. "Hello!" I heard Scott 
yell. He banged on the door. I got up and ran to see what was 
wrong. "We're locked IN!"

he informed me. "Oh, shit." "Do you have on a watch?" he asked me. 
"Yeah.. it's 8:30.."

"Oh damn," he said. "The fuckin' party lets out in 30 minutes.. 
shit! I wonder if we can get someone's attention?"

We tried for five minutes solid. Nothing. The music was still 
playing in the gymnasium.

Scott and I stopped yelling a moment. "Damn, we might be in here 
all night," he said. Somehow, in the back of my mind, I hoped we 
were. I looked at his left hand; his knuckles were red from banging 
on the door. I reached into my wallet and got a small aluminum 
pouch I carried with me just in case I ever needed it somewhere; it 
contained a sample of hand lotion. My mom had gotten it in the mail 
som months back, and inadvertantly, it had ended up in my wallet. 
Tearing off the top, I asked Scott to give me his left hand.

"Why?"

"Just.. let me see it a minute." Not questioning me again, he 
stretched out his arm and I took the hand, smeared some lotion on 
his knuckles, and rubbed it in.

"Damn, what is that?" he asked.

"Just a little something I carry if I need it.. heh. It's a sample 
of lotion.

Does that feel better?"

"Yeah. I guess I kinda am overreacting. Maybe we'll get out of here 
tonight."

"Let's hope so," I said, trying not to sound TOO unrealistic.

I also tried to get someone's attention; but no one from the party 
crowd would probably come down this hall; all the restrooms were to 
the front of the building and the locker rooms were the only thing 
down this hall. Add to that the fact that this was Friday night, 
and it hit me that this might be like a weekend in jail. But God.. 
what an interesting inmate to share it with.

I had also tried for about five minutes or so before giving up. 
Hell, it was 8:45 by that time. He thought he'd listen at the small 
crack under the door for footsteps. There were none. No one had 
seen us going into the corridor or down the hall either. Nine o' 
clock came. The music stopped, out the small window (too small to 
climb out, besides it was above all the lockers), we could here all 
the dudes scratching their wheels on the pavement as they took off 
out of the parking lot.

"Shit," said Scott, "It looks like we might be here a while," he 
said, untying his bow tie and shoving it in his back pocket. He 
then unbuttoned his shirt.

"Fuck this," I thought, "I'm going to take a shower if I'm gonna be 
in here forever. Besides, something interesting might come of it.." 
we had water, so we wouldn't die of thirst. But we could get 
awfully hungry in there if we were put away for the entire weekend. 
I slowly stripped out of my attire to my jockeys.

Scott watched, his mouth agape. We never had had gym class 
together, so he never had a chance to see me in underwear and see 
all of my golden brown tanned skin, all the way down to my crotch. 
I flipped on the light in the showers and dropped out of my jockeys 
and made the comment, "if I gotta stay here, I wanna cool off. It's 
hot in those things." He didn't say a word. In less than a minute 
he was in there with me, reaching in front of me for the bar of 
soap.

He smiled. I casually wagged my dick back and forth, it wasn't hard 
but looking at Scott all naked was getting me that way. What better 
time to mess around, sixteen, alone with another dude, and no 
thoughts of intrusions from outside? Well, Scott evidently saw me 
flap it. "Nice dick, Eddie.." he said, calmly. "Thanks." Well, 
Scott started to harden. I don't know if it was intentional or 
what.

"Are you really gay?" Scott asked. "Yes," I replied, adding a 
giggle to my voice as I said this. He started - looking closer at 
my penis. Really close. He cut off the water, grabbed his towel and 
dried off. He watched as I did the same. I tried to stay close to 
him on purpose and sure enough, he still kept looking at me. "Go 
ahead... touch it. It won't bite.." I offered, standing dried now 
in front of him with my hands folded behind my back.

Slowly he grasped my dick, and ran it through his fingers. 
Immediately it shot to attention; I could not and did not restrain 
myself. "Damn, did I cause that?" he asked, ecstatically. I nodded, 
grinning.

"And I suppose it's a real turn-on for you to pole a guy in the 
ass." I laughed. "Well, is it?"

"Yeah, when I feel like it. Why?"

"Just wondered. Do you like sucking other guy's dicks?" he asked as 
he sat on the edge of the bench, his balls drooping way down as 
they were out ahead of the edge. They were swaying now, slightly 
and my eyes were firmly fixed on them.

"Uh.. well, yeah.." I said in response to his question, he must 
have thought it had taken forever for me to answer him. "What are 
you looking at?" he asked.

"Just your drooping balls.."

"Oh, yeah. I like to feel my fat ballsack," Scott indicated, 
grabbing his ballsack and squeezing it so that his balls were 
pushed to the end of their sacs. The ends of the sacs gleamed under 
the pressure, and his sacs looked huge. He let go, and they swang 
back down. He had huge balls and quite a big dick for his age.. it 
was definitely bigger than my own in both respects.

"Do you ever jack off?" I asked of Scott. "Boy, do I ever! I must 
jack off twice a day!"

"Have you jacked off twice today?" I asked. "Dammit.. I was running 
late for school today. I haven't done it since last night. 
E-E-Eddie....?"

"Yes?"

"You know.. some - times I do think I get thoughts of guys in 
underwear when I stroke off.." he slurred, realizing what he did in 
private.

"Guys in underwear?" I asked, reaching down and feeling his dick 
casually. To my amazement, it too sprang to a very stiff condition 
as I grasped it, and it seemed to slowly get thicker and cause my 
grip to widen. It really was pretty big - even with my hand wrapped 
around it towards his base, I still must have had a good three 
inches left poking out the front. And that head looked red.

Suddenly I gulped his large rod into my mouth. "Edward, what are 
you....

ahhh..." he said. He never calls me Edward. The last time he called 
me Edward was when I had his soccer ball and playfully would not 
give it back to him. He chased me for about a block before he got 
it back, too, yelling "Edward McCall"

all the way. "Edward McCall, you give me back that ball!" heheh.. 
everyone on th' whole street must have thought he wrote poetry. 
Right now I had him right by the balls.. and he wasn't complaining. 
He was a virgin, he had never even been sucked before. I had, by 
another boy when I was thirteen. It was - Richard Phelps. He moved 
recently.

"Eddie, this really feels good," he began saying as I got fierce 
with my tongue on the underside of his dickhead. I reached up and 
felt those balls too - I was dying to feel them and during the 
course of the sucking I had a gut feeling that this was it, nothing 
more; so I felt I better take darn good advantage of it. Now he was 
as hard as steel, I could tell because his dick was really 
stretching my mouth open wide. He had his hands rolled up on the 
bench by his sides, almost curled into fists I guess. I was taking 
away all the day's pressures for him; for about five minutes now I 
was able to completely forget where we were and what the situation 
was. I might as well have been in my own bedroom with him - I felt 
about that secure. Somehow I felt we were going to be at least 
eleven o' clock or midnight getting out - if our parents began to 
really worry and started calling the school. But even then, I 
didn't know that the security people or even the police would think 
to look in here.

He began to gasp for air and moaned that he was coming. He had 
plenty of hair around it, and he could sperm off as well as I 
could. After all, we were young adults even then, and if I had a 
penny for every time I've cum since I started jacking off, I could 
retire now and have some beachfront property in Maui.

Spurts filled my mouth as 24 hours' worth of Scott's stored jism 
came gushing out. His face was red. He must have had a very intense 
orgasm. Finally as I realized it was over, I slipped my lips off of 
his penis. My next impulse was to lick his head; but I refrained 
because I didn't know if he'd had enough of this "strange" 
encounter of the homosexual kind. He smiled. "How was it?" I asked. 
"I kinda liked it," he said. "Isn't that called a 'blowjob'?" he 
asked.

I giggled. "Yes, it can be.. did it bother you?"

"No," he said, raising his voice on the "o". "I noticed I creamed 
my shorts tonight when I took them off to shower." he informed me.

"When did you cream them? Dancing with Patty?"

"Would you believe.. not until I got in here with you, about five 
minutes after you told me you were gay. Hell, I may be bi.."

"Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of.." I encouraged.

"I'm not ashamed," Scott confirmed. "It's just.. right now I think 
I feel...

crap, I don't want to say this to you."

"Say it. Out with it."

"I think I feel stronger toward you than I do toward Patty!!"

"So? I know I feel stronger toward YOU than I do toward Patty.. or 
any girl for that matter!" I coaxed.

"That's a relief!" he jested.

"What is?"

"I wouldn't want you stealing my girl!"

"Pppppfff..." I blew a breath straight up toward my hair causing my 
hair toward my face to go up. "Great. Just great."

"Just kidding," Scott said as I got up on the bench beside him now.

I put my arm around his shoulder. "Scott... dude.. nothing you 
could possibly tell me would bother me." He looked at me as though 
he still respected me. "I know that," he sighed. I grabbed his hand 
and put it in my genital area. "Feel me if you want to," I said. 
Well, he grabbed my cock, and stroked it repeatedly, as if he were 
jacking off his own dick. "Damn, that feels.. funny,"

Scott said.

"What does?"

"I'm jacking a dick, but.. heh! It feels different."

"You just aren't feeling the stimulus."

"Yeah. Are you feeling a stimulus?" he asked.

"You better believe it man," I said, quite "girlishly."

Oh shit. He got down on his knees and clamped his lips around my 
cock. He began to suck in earnest, occasionally cupping my balls. 
He played with the little hairs on my balls too.. it really felt 
good.. and the sucking didn't seem to last anytime before I was to 
a point that I could no longer contain myself, literally!

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!" I yelled. Pump, pump.. out came the 
flow of my semen into Scott's mouth. He gagged, swallowed, sucked 
some more, and seemed to take the better part of the load down his 
throat. I knew I couldn't have shot much because I had just jacked 
off this morning before I went to school, when I was in the shower. 
It had gone all over my washrag, and my father's too, so I had to 
wash off my dad's washrag this morning.. something major like that 
you don't soon forget.

I ran my fingers through his hair. He was so cute, I thought. He 
again sat beside me on the bench. He thought it was interesting. 
"Sperm tastes funny," he said. "I know."

"How was it?" he asked. "It was beautiful..." he looked at me as 
though he knew some terrific joke that he was about to tell me; he 
had THAT kind of smirk on his face.

"What is it?" I asked. All he could do was giggle. "Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm a fag'it!" he said, laughing.

"Really?" "Yeah. I liked sucking your dick."

"Yeah, but would you ever do it again?"

"Want me to now?!" he responded.

"That's all I wanted to hear... heheh.." I laughed. Scott had never 
even seen pussy and had only seen a girl's tits once since I had 
known him. Suddenly he gets action from me, and he likes it. 
Interesting..

Then, in the next few minutes, I begin to hear different statements 
that I would only expect to hear from another gay guy. He must have 
decided to see how I would respond to certain comments. "Eddie.. 
your body is so tan.. damn.. I wish was that tan.." he said. Yeah, 
fine, but the kicker was that he was standing up, looking at me 
while at the same time jacking an ever-hardening dick. Maybe... 
just maybe.. he was playing out a fantasy. "Dammit, you are so 
fucking tan!" he said again, and began to rub my arm for a moment 
and felt of the hair on it. He began to turn me on, too. I didn't 
know how much more of this. Then he broke the camel's back.

"I've seen you on your fuckin' skateboard. Damn, you are so 
raaaaad..." I stood up, made muscles for him and flexed my legs. 
"Oh shit.." he moaned as this was obviously a move he welcomed but 
didn't expect. His cock exploded with sperm.

He sent several streams in the air, one hit a locker, and a couple 
of streamers hit me in the stomach. I looked and I was having some 
leakage of sperm from my hard dick. I glanced at my watch. It was 
ten-thirty. We had been fucking around in there like this for an 
hour and a half. Something told me we'd better get dressed as I 
could hold my feelings now since he had sucked me off a few minutes 
ago.

Fully dressed again now, I thought I'd give another try at banging 
on the door, but to no avail. Then it hit me. I walked toward the 
urinals and looked behind the last row of lockers, the ones against 
the window. Damn.

The window itself actually WAS larger than the locker led you to 
believe.. I never really had paid it that much attention. I could 
see glass down to about the middle of the locker at least. I opened 
Rusty McLeod's locker - he never kept it locked. Once, he had a 
small micro-cassette recorder stolen out of there because the 
airhead never locks anything. I'll bet he does his school locker 
the same way - and that I could pick it out of the 150,000 other 
lockers lining the halls. He closes it just enough so that the lock 
comes CLOSE to clicking, but not all the way. It's not because it 
doesn't work... anyway, I opened his locker and took out a pair of 
Nike Airwalks he had in there. He had some Bozooka Gum in there and 
a pack of Red Hot's. I don't consider myself a thief, but under our 
conditions, we needed sugar in our bloodstream right now far more 
than Rusty - who was probably drunk off his gourd right now, or at 
home passed out. We helped ourselves to the candy and gum. Yeah, 
yeah, sure.. I know semen is supposed to be pure sugar or fructose 
or whatever.. but the real thing is better - and it helped take the 
"semeny" taste out of our mouths.

"What are you going to do?" asked Scott. Well, first off, I had 
known that there was probably no one in the entire WING, because 
all the times we had yelled, we had yelled our lungs out loud 
enough to wake the undead. "Help me try to move this center row of 
lockers," I said.

"You're crazy! Those things weigh a ton!" "Yeah, I know, but let's 
try. It's a way out of here."

"What are you going to do, break a window?" I stood there and put 
my hands on my hips. "Do you have a better suggestion?"

fe thought the same thing I did, and it was obvious. "We'll never 
get out that SKINNY window! Look how small it is!"

I led him over to the side and showed him where it was an illusion. 
He agreed and we tried to move the lockers, with no success. We 
only moved them about six inches, and when we did we made an AWFUL 
scraping noise on the floor. Talk about LOUD - for that confined 
echo chamber it seemed to be multiplied by a factor of ten. Still 
it wasn't as loud as our yells had been. I picked up Rusty's 
Airwalks again. It appeared that I was left with no other 
alternative than my original plan - climb up on top of the lockers, 
throw the shoes through the window - God they stunk - and see if it 
broke the window enough to allow an exit. Still, we might end up 
being ten feet off the ground, even AFTER we broke it. But then, we 
might have a better chance of someone hearing us if we couldn't get 
out on our own. Actually I was looking forward to getting out on 
our own and getting clear of the place before a cop saw us - and 
accused us of breaking IN, or just bashing a window for the hell of 
it.

Before we went through with it, however, we agreed to try yelling 
in unison for help at the door as loud as we could. Nothing, not a 
peep. "I guess you have the best idea, Eddie," Scott said. "I guess 
we better go through with it, or we may be here all weekend." I was 
getting a little antsy too because I could tell now that I had 
skipped a big supper earlier - to be replaced by whatever came of 
the evening after the prom. Actually the night had turned out much 
better than I had expected.

Locating a chair, I climbed up onto the lockers. They supported me 
well; at first I thought they might turn over with my weight, but I 
guess it was just like riding my skateboard. I stood up - or 
rather, I stood up and bent over; the ceiling was only about four 
feet above the top of the lockers. Smash!

Shatter! I took my meanest backswing and took out the pane. It 
broke about two-thirds of the way down, but it was far enough to 
get out. Man, what a break. Looking down, the pavement from the 
parking lot was a long way down, but there was a concrete support 
alongside the base of the building that extended about three feet 
out, under the roof of the building. It was only about a five foot 
drop, I estimated. Scott agreed with me on that. Interesting.. all 
this lack of attention, and evidently we had suddenly set off an 
alarm. I almost paid no mind to the strip of aluminum tape that was 
pasted to the window. I jumped out first since I skated and Scott 
did not; it was easy and almost natural for me because I treated it 
just like an acid drop into a half pipe on my skateboard. Damn, if 
I kept thinking in terms of skating, I might be alright! Scott 
jumped and I caught him by the arms - drew him in close to my body. 
"You okay?" I asked.

"Sure!"

"Let's split!" I said. He ran right up behind me. We got into his 
car because I didn't drive that night. As we whizzed out of the 
parking lot, we caught sight of a police car pulling into the lot. 
"Just in time," I said, "here comes the cops."

"Cops? Maybe we yelled louder than we thought!" Scott snickered. 
"Naah. It was that aluminum tape on that window. Probably triggered 
an alarm."

"Well, you sure triggered MY alarm," said Scott. "I was going to be 
riding home with Patty. I'll never see her again," he said, but he 
didn't say it in anger, he didn't say it in tears. He said it 
matter-of-factly. I didn't say a word, but it came next. "Eddie.. 
listen. If you can keep things quiet.. I really like you. I mean, a 
lot."

"You know I never talk about anything."

"I know.." I rode home with Scott and spent the night with him. 
After a good night's sleep, he insisted that I start teaching him 
about skateboarding. He was going to buy a board and start using 
some of those fine ramps he builds - and he started using some of 
his experiences from that Friday night - as we slept in his bed!

Ever since that night we have been hanging out together and hanging 
tough together on our boards. Scott can really skate well now and 
we frequently spend nights at each other's houses. If I can only 
wait until this summer...
 
