The Star Athlete in Our Small Town

His name was Scott, and he was the epitome of teenage perfection – a 5’10” bundle of muscles, with a shaggy blonde mane and eyes so dark they seemed almost black. His button nose and adorable dimples only added to his allure, and as the star athlete in our small town, he had his pick of girls. But Scott was more than just a pretty face; he was kind, charming, and unapologetically confident in his own skin.

I’d been smitten with him since we met, and as time went on, my infatuation only grew stronger. His carefree attitude and easy smile made him a magnet for attention, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. But living in a small town in the early 80s, I knew that making a move on him would be fraught with risk – not just the potential for scandal, but also the danger of losing our friendship.

As it turned out, I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed Scott’s charms. A new girl in town, Lisa, had recently arrived, and Scott was already making a play for her. But as the night wore on and the party showed no signs of slowing down, I caught a glimpse of Scott sneaking into my bedroom with Lisa. About 20 minutes later, she emerged, looking a bit disheveled, while Scott was passed out on my bed, buck naked.

I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes drinking in the sight of his perfect physique. His wide shoulders, well-defined chest, and washboard abs seemed to gleam in the dim light, and his copper-brown skin only added to his allure. But it was his cock that really caught my attention – a sleek, uncut shaft that seemed to pulse with life.

I threw a blanket over him, hoping to distract myself from the temptation that lay before me. But as I rejoined the party, my mind kept wandering back to the sight of Scott lying on my bed. It wasn’t until everyone had left and the house was quiet that I crept back into my room, determined to satisfy my curiosity.

And that’s when things took a turn for the unexpected.

“Don’t stop,” a low voice whispered above me, as a hand came down on the back of my head, pushing my mouth back onto Scott’s cock. I couldn’t believe it – I was sucking off the sexy straight guy of my dreams, and he wanted more!

I dove back onto his meat with renewed passion, and Scott’s hands pushed me deeper, urging me on. I swallowed him whole, feeling his cock throb in my mouth, and his hands fumble with my underwear, releasing my stiffy from its confines.

We rolled together on the bed, our bodies entwined, as we kissed and sucked each other, our passion growing with every passing moment. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before – a wild, uninhibited ride that left me breathless and wanting more.

As we lay together, our hard cocks softened, and we cuddled, enjoying the closeness. “We can do that again anytime you want,” I enthused, and Scott just laughed, kissing me again.

And we did. Many, many times.