As my long-time followers know, one of my idle amusements is harassing receptive individuals with the ghastly form of torture that is graphic Scout porn.
These past two nights my hapless victim has been Speshul-needs-scout, who made a comment that inspired me to tease her. (Thank you for being so gracious about the random anon porn in your ask box!) She did find me out, though, so now I can post the whole exchange here for your delectation as well.
Enjoy—and keep your ask boxes open for anons. I’m bound to get bored again… ;)
”I heard ya talkin’ to your friends.” It isn’t the opening you expected, but then you didn’t expect him to come over at all, and… oh god. Oh god no. You hide your blushing face in your hands as he continues, in a mad dash for words like he’s nervous too: ”Shit gets lonely out here, and… let’s just say I know everythin’ about jerkin’ off. And yeah, I know what it’s like. If I couldn’t get myself off I’d be climbin’ the fuckin’ walls by now! So I wanted to ask… would ya like me to teach ya?”
Scout’s room is small and cramped, and smells like unwashed socks, but you don’t care when he pulls the bedcovers up around you both. You’re still dressed, and so is he, but this close you can feel the heat of him, feel how fast his heart is hammering, and his hand shakes a little when he slides it over and unbuttons your jeans. “Relax,” he says, feeling you tense, “I ain’t gonna do nothin’ but this…” His hand closes around yours, rough gauze on sensitive skin, and guides it downwards…
This is horribly perfect, and so fantastically familiar..