Scotts Secret – 1

Chapter 1

Scott wheeled the black corvette into the side. He parked it carefully along the curb, keeping the engine running, and making sure all of the doors were locked, and the passenger window up. He wasn’t going to be taken by surprise, not here in a strange town.

The car had a nice rumble to it, and he liked the way it handled. He always rented a hot sports car, it made it a whole lot easier to find someone for the night.

He stared off, checking out the action at the park. There seemed to be some activity by the washrooms. But that wasn’t his thing. A small sigh escaped his lips as he looked out at the comings and goings around him. Here he was, near to his 40th birthday and he was still single. One day he hoped to change that, but the days seemed to be getting less as time flew by.

A tall slender body walked past, slowing down as it passed the passenger side of the car. A sallow face peered in, and then walked on as Scott turned his face forward. He figured he would give this place about an hour, and then if nothing, he would try over at Mountain View Park. The meeting was set for 2 pm in the Hilton down in Atlanta, so he had time to check out both here and the other recommended site.

It was early too, but he enjoyed the early summer’s night drive up from Atlanta to Gainesville. It was only about 50 odd miles, as the crow flies, and he liked the air blowing his hair back. He didn’t get much chance to let his hair down, his long blond locks always seemed to be tied up in a pony tail, out of courtesy to his corporate clients. Man they could be so damn old, even if they were only in their late 40′s or early 50′s.

He had some country western station playing on the car’s fm stereo, and was enjoying the latest from that Canadian, Paul Brandt, called “that’s the truth”. He saw the video and laughed at the way it used excerpts from various Presidents. He smiled at that, and his whole face seemed to lift up. His soft blue eyes got a sparkle to them and he seemed to lose a good 10 years off his face. Betty always told him he should smile more often, it made him look hot, but she was on the make for him, so he discounted her words.

He caught a glimpse of someone sitting at one of the benches, and he turned his gaze over to it. From this distance he looked interesting, and he wondered what his story was? Somehow, these one night dates didn’t ever amount to much, other than a physical relief for him, but he wasn’t about to start going to dances or socials. He just wasn’t comfortable there, and besides, his time was generally short. At least this way he could enjoy the touch of a man with some certainty. Hotel rooms were bad enough, worse, if you couldn’t have some company for part of the night.

The object of his attention seemed to be looking towards him. Well, maybe he wouldn’t have to go to Mountain View. The figure stood up, and he could see that he had short hair and was rather tall. He looked like he was just over 6 feet tall, and was well built. He had a sense about him, the way he stretched himself as he stood up. Slowly, Scott watched him walk towards him, and he was enjoying the view.

A sudden tapping on his window startled Scott. He turned to look at the source of the noise and saw a face peering in at him. It was a drawn face, slightly dirty and the hair was unkempt and shaggy. The eyes though, they seemed to once have held some life, but now seemed rather sad and tired looking. He opened the window a bit.

“Hey man, open the door… that guys a vice cop”

“What? Huh, you sure?”

“Yeah, come on let me in”

Scott hesitated, but saw that the tall figure was starting to abandon his slow stroll and was heading straight for him. Panic set in, and he could feel his palms starting to sweat. He unlocked the door, and the young stranger climbed in.

“Come on man, move it before we get busted”

“Uh, yeah okay”

Scott put the car into gear and took off, he was tempted to floor the car but reason took hold and he proceeded at a normal rate.

“Turn off there and get out of the park,… that’s it, now get onto the main road there, yeah that one” his stranger directed.

They drove for a few minutes longer, with Scott checking his rearview mirror constantly, searching for the flashing blue and red lights of a police car. His new found savior kept glancing backwards too, and finally he seemed satisfied, and let out a deep sigh.

“Guess they weren’t expecting you to rabbit man, lucky”

“Yeah, uh thanks by the way, aah, the name’s Bill”

“Really? Well whatever man. You can drop me anywhere if you want.”

“What? Uh, yeah sure, but I mean….”

“Look, I just thought a guy in a vette, a tourist and all, hell he didn’t need any trouble, now if you were a local, that’s different, hate it when they come down on tourists”

“Well, thanks, uh, sure you want to be dropped off? I mean, maybe you’d like to go for a drink or something?”

Scott looked over and smiled as he offered his invitation He owed this stranger that at least. There wasn’t much for him to look at either, the kid looked to be about early 20′s and wasn’t exactly in the best of shape. His clothes were rather ratty and hadn’t been washed in awhile, and neither had its owner, judging by his appearance.

“Sure you wanna be seen with me? I ain’t no fancy stud you know”

Scott didn’t know what to say to that. The kid was right, he wasn’t a fancy looking date, but there was something there. First of all, he did save him some embarrasement, and secondly, those eyes, there was something that he saw, that made him open the door in the first place. Maybe he wasn’t a fancy stud, but he at least had some honour.

“Yeah I am sure.”

“Okay, it’s your nickel man.”

“Yep, so what do I call you?”

“Whatever you want to Bob.”

“Well, what do you like to be called?”

The kid laughed and Scott suddenly realized that he had been had. The kid called him Bob, and he answered, when he told him his name was, shit he couldn’t be that stupid could he?

He laughed along, and smiled again. Suddenly it didn’t really matter to him, for that moment. He shook his head as he answered the kid.

“Okay, so my name isn’t bill or bob. Actually it is Scott, for real, and so, now what is your name?”

“Well Mr. Scott, the name’s Randy, at least for tonight.”

‘Randy’ grinned as he said it, and Scott saw that he had a cute smile. It made him seem much younger, and made the lines on his face disappear. It almost made him seem normal, just like he was one of his sister’s teenagers. Scott joined in the joke, chuckling along with ‘Randy’.

“Well, Randy, where to?”

“I dunno know, there’s a MacDonald’s not far from here”

“MacDonald’s? You kidding? I was thinking of maybe something a little more substantial, like maybe a bar or a place with real food”

“Yeah? But, uh, that’s kind of expensive.”

“My treat, remember? So how about it, got a better place in mind?”

‘Randy’ turned his eyes towards Scott. He studied the angular face, the way the long hair flowed down and around his shoulders, and the light blue eyes shining from his clean angular face.

“Well, what about your hotel? Does it have a restaurant?”

“Yeah, but I am staying in Atlanta”

“Ooh,,,, well I suppose we could go to (name), it’s supposed to be okay.”

Scott could hear the disappointment in ‘Randy’s’ voice, and his heart seemed to ache suddenly for the young boy. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something that was attracting him to this kid. He wondered how old he really was, but was afraid to ask. As they waited at a red light, Scott glanced over at Randy, and suddenly his mind seemed to command his voice.

“Why don’t you come to Atlanta with me, we can have dinner at the hotel, and you can even crash on the couch, and I’ll bring you back to Gainesville tomorrow night. How’s that sound?”

Randy’s eyes seemed to light up. This guy was being nice, and while other’s had acted nice, they rarely were. No warning signs popped up in his head, which was really unusal.

“You sure you want to do that? You don’t even know me.”

“Well, we are even on that score, aren’t we?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then, it is off to Atlanta we go, now how do I get back on to the damn interstate?”

The drive down didn’t seem to take too long. It passed quickly for Scott as he enjoyed hearing Randy talk about Gainesville, how it was a small town but popular with guys coming from the big city to cruise. He prefered it, the cops weren’t too bad, except every now and then they did a sweep of the parks and stuff for hustler’s and vagrants. They didn’t want to get a bad reputation with all the tourists, plus they managed to collect some hefty fines from the poor saps they caught.

Randy enjoyed the country music too and he seemed to settle himself nicely in the car. He loved the way it rumbled through the traffic and he even managed to get Scott to open it up briefly on a good straight stretch. Scott was enjoying himself, his earlier dark mood forgotten by the joy he seemed to be bringing to Randy.

Finally they entered the city, and Scott drove straight to the hotel. A valet jumped to open the door, and startled Randy. Scott laughed as he tossed the rental car keys to the valet. With an arm around the young man, he walked him inside to the Hilton.

Eating at the dining room was going to be a problem, so Scott thought, as they walked into the ornate lobby of the hotel. He decided to try anyways, and he had Randy wait while he supposedly went to check for messages.

While at the front desk, he explained that his nephew had shown up, a runaway from home and he wanted to feed him before taking him upstairs to phone home, could the manager find a secluded spot in the dining room for them? A $20 bill helped convince the manager of the truth of his statement, and dinner was arranged. Scott walked back to Randy, a smile across his face, and a lightness in his heart that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Dinner passed amazingly fast. For the life of him, Scott had never tasted such a good steak in his life. The potatoes au gratin were super, and he loved the way Randy’s eyes popped when they brought him a shrimp cocktail. The service was superb, and as the last of their Grand Marnier Cake was eaten, Scott realized that it was after midnight already.

They headed up to Scott’s room and he noticed that Randy was getting nervous. He could see the way he was clenching and unclenching his fists, and if he looked carefully he was sure he would find tiny beads of sweat of the boys young forehead. Randy’s eyes were also everywhere but on him or on their path down the corridor.

“You looking kind of uptight there Randy, dinner not agree with you ?”

“Uh, no it was uh, fine, it is, just well you sure spent a lot on that meal man…. and well,…”

“What?”

“Well, I don’t think you will be happy with the trade off, …”

“Trade off? What are you talking about?”

“Me, you know…. I just, well I… shit I guess what I am saying is that I ain’t worth anywhere near what you paid for that meal, and well, you been nice to me, and shit this sucks….”

“Excuse me? Look, you did me a favour, you saved my fucking ass back there with the cops, and as for not being worth it, I don’t know about you but I sure did enjoy myself tonight, you were great company, and I had fun, didn’t you?”

“yeah, but now comes the bill for that fun, and, well, like I said, I ain’t worth it.”

They had arrived at the room, and Scott didn’t know how to answer Randy. He looked up and down the young boy, saw the torn clothes, the way they were grass stained and dirty. He saw the way his hands were clenching, and he saw the face, the sad look once again in his eyes. His heart was tearing itself, as he checked the young boy over. He wasn’t some raving beauty, but there was something about him.

“Come on inside, I think you have a wrong idea of what is expected.”

Scott held the door open for Randy, and as he passed him by he could see the disappointment in his eyes. He could see it in how he carried himself, his shoulders slouched and his feet sort of shuffling along. It was amazing how at dinner he was a different person, and now he was looking like he was an old man.

“Have a seat, I gotta use the can for a second. You can turn on the tv if you want.”

Scott came out of the washroom to hear the country music video station on the television. He shut off the bathroom light and turned the corner to the room, which he saw was dimmed. Randy was hunched up on the couch. His shoes off, and his legs drawn up under him. He looked like a frightened deer caught in a blaze of headlights.

“It’s getting late, you can have a shower if you want.”

“Yeah? That would be nice, it’s been awhile, but uh, sure you don’t mind?”

“Go ahead, there is shampoo and conditioner on the tub, and you can use my soap that’s in the dish by the sink.”

“Cool, thanks man”

“You can lock the door on this bathroom, in case you feel like it.”

Scott didn’t know why he added that bit, but he saw the relief in Randy’s eyes as he said it. The kid was still terrified of him, or was it of being alone with another man? He really would like to know what his story was. This wasn’t your usual street kid or hustler or whatever you called them these days.

“Uh, thanks, I really could use a good hot shower, if you aren’t in any rush, that is, I mean, well…. I do have to kind of, you know what I mean.”

“Look Randy or whatever your name really is, I took you to dinner because I wanted to, not to get into your pants, that’s…. well that’s a separate deal if you want to, but it’s your call Randy, and that’s the truth, ….believe it or not.”

Randy sat there, leaning forward to go to the bathroom, unable to move as the words registered inside his head. It wasn’t a full moon out, it wasn’t Christmas time, and it sure as hell wasn’t his birthday, so how come the royal treatment from this guy? He was confused by his own dreams of being loved and by what he knew was on every john’s mind. Could this guy be serious? Or did he have something else on his mind? God, he hoped he wasn’t one of those real kinky type. He shivered with the thought, but one more glance at Scott’s eyes told him that, No, this guy wasn’t kinky.

“No Shit?”

“No shit Randy, your call to make, when you want, now why don’t you go have that shower first, okay?”

“Yeah, thanks man.”

“No sweat, I’m going to get undressed and ready for bed, but I’ll put a pillow and some blankets on the couch for you, I’ll still be up, okay?”

“Sure, … uh thanks.”

It took awhile, from when he heard the lock on the door click, and the water start to run. Scott shook his head, he must be going nuts. Here he had a perfect set up, a nice young guy, willing to do him and all for the price of a dinner that went on the company’s expense account anyway. What did he do? Why he still offerred to pay for the night’s fun on top of the dinner. He had to be getting senile. Then again, he was feeling damn good and he hadn’t felt this happy and alive for a long time. Maybe that was it, he was getting close to 40 and he was entering his second childhood, that had to be it !

With the sounds of the water still running, Scott started to undress. He tossed his shirt over the chair, and then he folded his jeans, a habit he had from childhood, and lay them over the chair seat. He removed his socks and debated about whether or not to remove his boxer’s. Normally he slept in the nude, but he thought it might just be to damn freaky for ‘Randy’. He settled on keeping them on, then slipped his dark blue terry robe on.

He grabbed his book, Tom Clancy’s “Debt of Honor” and started in to read. His normal routine for the night, except for his nightly exercise of attending to his little head, as he refered to his dick. He could feel it stir inside his boxer’s, but concentrated on the book, well tried to, that is.

Randy finished his shower, enjoying the way he felt. He had scrubbed himself almost raw under the steady stream of hot water. It felt so damn good. He couldn’t remember when he had felt so clean, so himself. His hair even smelled clean for a change, and the shampoo scent was a nice apple smell.

He looked at himself in the mirror, as he brushed his hair back, and for a second he saw himself as he used to be. The happy kid who liked horse back riding, and who played all the sports, and now, now he was a jaded old man at 20. There were times when he wished that he could just end it all, but he never could get the nerve up.

His eyes clouded over, and the youthful face no longer stared back at him. He stood up, and he could see the scars, the reminder’s of just what he was now, and he shivered slightly. Randy really wasn’t all that bad looking, when he was cleaned up. He was tall, just a half inch shy of 6 feet, and his weight was okay, around 140 lbs or so, and he was equiped. Nothing fancy, a fair sized 8 inches or so when hard, really hard that is, which didn’t happen all that often to him. He did manage though to get it up enough to do the job.

Shaking his head, he looked around, wondering what tonight was going to be like. He kind of liked Scott, it was fun and he didn’t push him. That was certainly different than most john’s, all they ever wanted was to get naked and play. Well, he would certainly put some effort into tonight, it was the least he could do. Quickly he grabbed the white terry robe off the door and wrapped it around him. He debated about dressing, but he felt so clean, he just couldn’t put them on just yet.

With his dirty clothes bundled up, he unlocked the bathroom door and went back into the room. He saw that Scott was laying on the big queen size bed, in a robe reading.

“Hey, thanks man, that sure felt good, … uh hope I didn’t take too long.”

Scott looked up from the book, to see a totally different Randy standing at the foot of the bed. He was so pink, and so damn innocent looking. It certainly was different than when he tapped on his car window.

“No problem, the pillow and sheets are there on the couch, you can make them up anyway you want.”

“Uh, Thanks.”

Scott watched as he lay the blanket out, and the pillow, so that he was facing the bed. He moved slowly, keeping his robe wrapped around him. He notice his legs, how they were so long and almost hairless. Scott could feel his own dick rising at the sight of Randy bending and making up the couch.

“Well, guess we should get some sleep.”

Scott said as he laid his book down and leaned over to turn the light off. The room suddenly went black as he heard the rustling of the blanket and the creak of the couch as Randy settled himself. Well, he was tired, maybe tomorrow morning he would see if Randy was into some morning work, but tonight he would let it be.

Randy lay in the dark, listening and waiting. Minutes passed and he heard Scott settling down into the bed. He couldn’t believe this, the guy really was on the level. No pressure and no demands. Suddenly Randy felt a strange feeling in his body. He couldn’t understand it, but he didn’t want to sleep on the couch, and he didn’t want to be alone tonight. Small tears formed at the corner’s of his eyes as he peered into the darkness, to the shape that was Scott in the bed.

“Uh… Scott?” he softly called out.

“Yeah?, …. you forget something or need something?”

“Well, uh kind of, … can I sleep with you in the bed?”

“What? Are you sure, I mean you don’t…”

“… I know, it is just, well I kind of want to, it’s been a bit since I felt like this, but I don’t want to sleep alone tonight, if you don’t mind, I won’t take up much room, it is just, well I don’t want to be alone tonight, if you don’t mind?”

“Mind? ….No Randy, I don’t mind at all, come on and join me.”

Scott tossed open the blankets and sheet on the other side, as he spoke. He looked over and saw Randy walk over to the side of the bed. He stood there, looking down at Scott, and then slowly he reached down, undoing the ropes’ belt.

With the belt opened, the robe opened at the front, exposing a slender body to Scott’s eyes. They watched as Randy slowly moved his hands to take the robe off his young body. Scott could smell his soap scent and the apple smell of his shampoo as the now naked Randy climbed into the bed.

“Thanks Scott”

“No problem Randy… got enough room there? You can get closer if you want, I promise I won’t do anything if you are worried about that…”

Randy squirmed over a bit, and his leg brushed up against Scott’s. He could feel a sudden tenseness in his body, and a warmth started to spread up from his leg all over his body. He could feel Scott’s sudden intake of breath as the legs touched. He hadn’t felt this way before, and he could tell that his body liked the feeling. His penis had suddenly sprung to attention, and he knew that he would not need to work at getting himself hard. He turned onto his side, to face Scott.

His eyes were now accustomed to the darkness and he could see that Scott was breathing carefully, controlled like, as if he was afraid to give in to his own feelings. He smiled at that, seeing that this guy wanted to make him comfortable. Now that was a switch, normally they didn’t give a fuck about his feelings.

Randy reached out, nervously, with one hand, letting it touch Scott’s arm lightly. It was like being hit by a bolt of lightning. His whole body recoiled from the sudden intense shock that entered his slender body. He could feel Scott’s body quiver under his touch.

“Scott…..”

Scott couldn’t believe it. His whole body was shaking by the mere touch of this kid’s leg. He was feeling like he was back in high school, afraid to move or make a sound. He tried to keep in control but then he felt Randy move next to him, could feel him change positions, and then he felt his hand touch his arm. It was like being hit by a ten ton anvil.

His chest started to ache, and his whole body seemed to have gone into a convulsion. A strange warmth seemed to be flowing into his body from his arm. He gulped in air, as his lungs seemed to suddenly be empty. His ears rang with the sound of his name, as Randy spoke.

“Ooooh….. uh yeah Randy”

Scott could barely speak, and he was having some real trouble in keeping his mind in control over his body. He wanted to reach out, and grab Randy and pull him into his body, to hold and to keep. His penis had already decided what it wanted, as it was fully erect in his shorts, sticking up like a damn flag pole. Slowly, he turned his face to peer into Randy’s dark eyes, a short distance from his own.

They stared into each other’s eyes, the darkness hiding their faces, the only sound was of the air conditioner humming away in the background. It seemed like hours passed but it was only a few minutes.

Scott brought his arms out of the blanket, letting the covers fall down past his chest. He held them open towards Randy. Randy could see the movement of the arms, and he waited until Scott had them fully extended. He then quickly slid his body over, so that it rested fully against Scott’s own muscular frame. He felt the strong arms encircle his slender body, and pull him tightly inwards. Randy buried his face into Scott’s chest, just under his chin, and a faint smell of apple flowed into his nostrils as some of Scott’s blond hairs fell across his cheeks.