We are walking together on the campus of a local university. The place where we are strolling is lushly vegetated, and the only sounds are the faint music coming from an open window somewhere. We are speaking of inconsequential things, simply enjoying being in each other's company. The air is cool and dry; it is late summer and the weather is the finest it has been all year. Dusk is lowering onto us and the sky is red with sunset.
Playfully, I kiss your cheek and dart my tongue across your earlobe. I have a familiar grin on my face, the grin the lets you know that I'm feeling frisky and happy all at the same time. You pull me close to you, and in the shadow of a magnolia tree you kiss me deeply, our tongues wrestling playfully with each other. You slip a hand up under my hair, your hand brushing over the collar that I have worn nearly constantly since you put it on me. My body presses against yours as I melt into the kiss.
I break the kiss and slip out of your arms, my eyes smiling as I keep just out of your reach. "Keep-away!" I say as I step back into the shadows behind the tree. I am quick and silent, and though you know you could order me back at any time, you go looking for me, keeping in the spirit of the game. Unfortunately, your eyes have not adjusted to the dusk quite yet and though you can hear me moving, you can't see me to catch me. You keep moving in the direction I seem to be moving in.
Suddenly, you turn as you brush by me, your entire body attuned to my presence. I am standing in the deepest shadows of a tree, and the faint light from the path is only enough to illuminate the glitter of my eyes as I regard you steadily. I move forward and touch your elbow, drawing you into the shadow with me, pulling you close to me and resting my head on your shoulder. You feel my hot breath and then my lips and tongue on your neck as I begin to nibble on you, pressing myself against you wordlessly.
You moan, growing hard as you turn my head and kiss me, capturing my mouth with yours. You turn me around so that your back is against the tree, I still clinging to you, leaning against you. You lay a hand on my head and without a word, I drop to my knees before you, knowing what you want without you having to say it.
My fingers open your trousers and pull out your cock, which quickly gets rock-hard as I fondle it, playing, taking my time. I put my tongue to it and lick in a broad stroke across the head, earning a long moan from you. My tongue plays around the head of your cock, then dives down to lick the underside, where I know you enjoy me licking you. In long, firm strokes, my tongue strokes the underside of your cock, and then I come up and quickly slide you into my mouth, wanting the feel of you against my lips as well as my tongue.
Tonight, I am in no hurry; my licking and sucking is gentle but persistent, as if I were licking a pussy instead of a cock. You moan and thrust with your hips into my mouth, the bark of the tree rough against your back. The rhythmic motions are dizzying to you, as your cock swells but does not explode and you float deliciously on the edge of orgasm, simply enjoying all of the sensations you are gaining from my ministration.
The moment comes almost without warning--I shift my stance slightly and begin to suck harder, putting a hand on your ass as I pull you farther into my mouth, which pushes you over the edge. Your orgasm explodes into me, I swallowing as you clutch my hair and seemingly uncontrollably thrust at me over and over. It takes you a long time to finish coming, and when you do you feel drained and lightheaded, empty of all tension.
You slide down the tree trunk and join me on the ground, kissing me as I sit beside you and slip my arms around you. You can feel me smiling in the dark. The full moon is rising, and we watch it through the trees, wordless and happy.
9/5/1996
The person who I wrote the Pet series for passed away in September of 1998. Miss you and love you, Scooter.