Gay Erotic Stories

Scott reached over and laid his hand on Doug’s hip. “I wish I could show you everything I want to.”

“Who says you can’t?”

“You wouldn’t go for it,” Scott said.

“If you mean...no, I can’t reciprocate, if that’s what you mean.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to. That’s part of what makes you, you,” Scott said.

“But that’s not what I meant.”

“Before you say I wouldn’t go for it, why don’t you try me?” Doug said.

“What if I kissed you?”

Doug recoiled a little. “Uhhh…I don’t think I could handle that,” he said.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Scott asked.

Doug’s mouth dropped and his eyes widened. “You mean...f-fuck you...in the ass?”

“Yes.”

He heaved out a loud sigh, “I never...I don’t know... Geezusss, that’s the last thing I ever expected to hear…but…yeah, why not? Yeah, I’ll fuck you, if you want me to. Do you want to do it now?”

Scott got up and went into the bathroom to get the lube out of his bag. His hands trembled as he squeezed some on his fingertips and applied it between his buns. It’s going to happen; I’m going to get fucked by my best buddy, he thought calmly. God, how many nights had he gone to sleep with this fantasy. When he was well lubed he got a bottle of poppers out of his bag. He hated the stuff but he knew he was going to need it; Doug was big.

“I’m thinking I’m gonna need this,” he said, placing the poppers on the night stand. He stretched out on his back with his legs spread wide apart. “Or do you want me on my stomach?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before,” Doug said. “However is best.”

“I just figured you would probably want it like you were with a girl,” Scott said.

When Doug was between his legs on his knees, Scott lifted legs up onto his shoulders. “Just take it easy going in,” he said.

“Is it going to hurt?”

“Like all hell,” Scott said.

“Hey, we don’t have to...”

“Oh yeah; we do,” Scott said. “I’ve dreamed of this for too long. I want you to fuck me. It’s gonna hurt, but the poppers will help me get through it,” he said reaching for the poppers.

Doug hunkered forward, pushing his cock into the crevice of Scott’s butt. His cock found the deepest point and pressed against the hot hole. Scott took the cap off the bottle of poppers and held it at the ready.

“You ready?” Doug asked.

“Yes.”

Doug pushed. He could feel the rubbery pit give but he didn’t go in. He wondered what it would feel like; like a pussy, probably; maybe tighter--going through that tiny hole.

Scott put the bottle up to his nose and breathed in one nostril then the other, and repeated both nostrils. “Give it everything you’ve got,” he said as he placed the bottle on the table.

Doug shoved, hard. It wasn’t a thrust, but he put all the considerable power of his butt muscles behind it. Scott’s hole was forced open and the thick muscle of his asshole squeezed around his cockhead like a giant rubber band. Scott coughed out a gasp of pain but didn’t cry out. The poppers made his head spin and his lust kick into overdrive.

“Fuck, yeah, shove it in. Give me all of it,” he said bravely.

It was one steady, hard shove, all the way in to the hilt. Doug could feel the soft lining of Scott’s ass giving, stretching around his cock. He hit something and maneuvered around it to go deeper.

“AAWwwwwhhhhhhhh!” Scott moaned when he was completely impaled on the huge cock. He rolled his eyes back and breathed in and out.

“You can say that again,” Doug said, sounding out of breath. “Fuck, I never felt anything like this!”

“Ohhh, me either,” Scott said. “Goddam, that thing is big!”

“If it’s too big, I can...”

“No,” Scott said, wrapping his legs around Doug’s hips. “No, it’s not too big. The pain’s going away, and then I want you to fuck me.”

They held still for a moment. Doug felt Scott’s asshole squeezing steadily around his cock. It felt wonderful. It was like sticking his cock in a furnace, or a bucket of warm honey.

“Ohhhh, tell me when I can do it,” Doug said. “This feels so fuckin’ good, but I wanta start moving.”

“Go ahead.”

“How do you want me to do it? Hard, fast, slow, or what?”

“It’s your call,” Scott said.

“Yeah, I’ll be able to tell what’s making you feel good,” Doug said. Doug pulled back, withdrawing his cock to the head, then shoved back in. “Awwhhhhh... Yeah, do that again,” Scott said.

He shoved back in again; and again. Each time he picked up a little speed and shoved a little harder. “That feeling okay so far?” he asked.

“It’s feeling incredible,” Scott said. “It doesn’t matter how you do it, it’s the feel of your cock inside me that’s driving me crazy, and watching your muscles.”

“Feel ‘em if you want,” Doug said.

“Oh, yeah, I want to,” Scott said as he ran his hands over Doug’s muscles. “Godd, I’ve wanted to get my hands on you like this...”

“I wanta bring all of your fantasies to life,” Doug said. Doug fucked him for over an hour. He fucked him every which way but loose. Slow, hard, fast, and gentle.

“I hope I’m not going on too long,” he said after awhile. “I’m pretty long winded. I can fuck all night. You tell me when you want me to stop.”

“Not till I feel that hot load of cum shooting up inside me,” Scott said.

“That what you want, my load in your guts? I can give you that,” Doug said. He shifted to a hard, steady pace, fucking him with a mission.

“Ohhh...ohhhhhh, yeah...you’re hitting all the right spots!”

“Going in deep enough?” Doug asked.

“Yeah...hard and deep...ohhh. Goddd, keep doing that, I’m gonna cum before you do.”

“That’s okay, I don’t have to cum,” Doug said.

Moments later, Scott was moaning and writhing under him. “It’s gonna have to be okay...you just tripped my trigger...I’m cumming...ohh, fuck, don’t stop. Don’t stop, Doug, fuck me... Ohhhh, fuck me,” he cried as he pumped his cock.

A moment later his cock bolted and throbbed in his fist then exploded. “AAAwwhhhhhhh!” he cried as the stuff shot out all over his face. He aimed it up and it shot over his head, but then he lost control and cum was flying everywhere.

Doug fucked him all the way through it, gradually slowing his pace till he was almost in slow motion by the time Scott was done cumming.

“You finished?” he asked as he eased his hips back and forth slowly.

“Yeahh...yeah, but you don’t have to stop,” Scott said.

“You shot your load; it’s not going to feel as good, is it?” Doug said as he started to pull his cock out.

“Leave it in, just lie on top of me,” Scott said, wrapping his legs around Doug’s butt.

“Be glad to, but I’m gonna get heavy,” Doug said.

“I like the weight of your muscles bearing down on me, and your cock throbbing inside me.”

“Okay, but I gotta warn you, if I leave it in there, it’s gonna want some more action.”

“You can take up where you left off as I take a breather,” Scott said.

“Thanks, I will. Meanwhile, why don’t we lay on our sides, I’ll put my cock back in from behind,” Doug said.

They separated and lay on their sides and Doug shoved his cock back in, lying behind Scott.

“Oh, this is nice,” Scott said.

“Yeah, it is,” Doug agreed.

After only a few minutes, Doug started to squirm against Scott’s backside, as if he was shifting positions, but Scott could tell he was getting anxious to fuck him again. He smiled at being able to turn the big marine on so. He let him suffer for a few minutes.

“It’s okay, if you wanta fuck me again,” he said.

“Aww, yeah, my cock’s been pissed ever since I stopped,” Doug said. He fucked him from behind, with Scott’s leg held high in the air. “I don’t wanta hold off,” Doug said.

“Okay, shoot it,” Scott said.

“I can fuck you again even after I shoot. But I gotta cum. This is too damned good to keep under control.”

He fucked him for a few more minutes then pulled his cock out. “Turn over, I want you on your back again,” he said. He entered him again from the top and began fucking him.

“Ohh, Geezusss!” he gasped.

“Feels good, don’t it?”

“Aww, fuck... Awwwhhhhh, shit I wanta fuck you so hard... I wanta fuck you a new asshole,” Doug exclaimed as he shifted into high gear. He fucked him so hard the bed shook and the headboard tapped against the wall. “I ain’t gonna hold off,” he gasped. “I’m gonna cum...gonna fill you so full of cum, you’ll hear it sloshing when you walk. Oh… Ohhhh, your ass feels so good...so tight and hot...shit, YOU feel good, stud. Muscles feel a lot different than a girl’s soft body. Fuck me back, buddy. Slam your ass up at my cock.” He leaned down over him, smashing their bodies together, his face buried in the crook of Scott’s neck.

“Aww, yeah, flex those muscles for me. Nice thick, hard pecs... Shit, feels almost as good as your ass. Shit, Scott, if I wasn’t... ohhhh......ohhh... ohhhh, fuck, what does it matter who’s straight and who’s gay...” His voice trailed off into a fog and their eyes met for a couple of seconds before he smashed his mouth over Scott’s.

“UUhhmmmmmm,” Scott moaned in surprise. He wrapped his arms around Doug’s broad back and hugged him closer as he humped his butt up to meet his thrusts. Doug was doing the kissing, mouth open. His tongue darted into Scott’s mouth, lashed around his own tongue, causing them both to squeal and moan. Then he felt the wonderful sensation of liquid heat shooting up inside him. “Ohhhh, you’re cumming!”

“Fuckin’ A-right,” Doug growled as he pumped his cock back and forth in half-cock jabs. “Cumming like a fuckin’ horse.”

“Oh, yeah, give it to me. Pump it in me. Fill me up with your hot cum.”

He seemed to go on forever. Finally he collapsed on top of him, his face against Scott’s neck, breathing hard in his ear. “Damn, Scott, that was fuckin’ wonderful!” he gasped.

“Yes.”

“You’ve got a hot ass. Tight, too. Hell, it’s still squeezing my cock like a giant rubber band.”

“I wanta milk out every drop,” Scott said.

“I think you got it, my balls are drained,” Doug said as he rose up. He stayed up over him for a moment then shoved himself back onto his haunches. His cock pulled part way out and he eased back to pull it the rest of the way. It fell onto the bed, leaving a tiny spots of cum. “Shit, I think you stretched it,” he said. “Looks about six inches longer.”

“If that thing got six inches longer, I would’ve been yelling and sucking poppers like mad,” Scott said.

“I’m gonna hit the shower again,” Doug said. He went into the bathroom. He closed the door and leaned against the sink, thinking about what had happened; what he’d done. It was several minutes before he raised his head and looked in the mirror. His eyes fell on his lips; lips that had kissed another guy. Of all that’d happened, that was all he could think about. “I kissed another guy!” he whispered. “Yeah, you fucked him, too, idiot, but kissing a guy... Shit, if that don’t make me...” He cut his words off before THAT word came out. He reached in and turned on the shower. He needed a shower, bad.

He didn’t like the thoughts he was having. There was a jumble of them; half wishing that Scott hadn’t come, that they hadn’t done what they did. Geezuss, what would Chelsea think if she ever found out! He wished it’d been Chelsea who had come down to see him instead of Scott. But that wasn’t fair to Scott. He had invited him; encouraged him to come. It wasn’t rape. He had no right to put the blame on Scott. The blame was all his. The only thing Scott had done was reveal the truth about himself.

“Hey, Doug, are you okay?” Scott asked.

Doug tensed at his presence in the bathroom. “Sure, why shouldn’t I be?”

“I mean, you’re not going to get all fucked up in the head, are you?”

“No. There’s nothing to get fucked up over,” Doug replied. He wasn’t sure he believed it, but saying it out loud was a first step in convincing himself. He decided to let it end right where it had ended. Maybe he should go back to the barracks to sleep. But that would make it look like he was fucked up over it. And it would be a slap in the face for Scott. Okay, he could brave the night out, just stay on his own side of the bed.

Doug let Scott have the shower. He dried off and slipped on a pair of shorts and got back in bed. Having his shorts on should give Scott a hint. He tried to think what their relationship would be, now. Not the same, like he thought it would be. Nothing would ever be the same between them. They would still be best friends, just not the same best friends. In his mind he was thinking about how he could get Chelsea to come down to see him. He felt an urgency to see her. He turned on the television to have a point of focus and diversion when Scott came out of the bathroom.

“Do you want another beer?” Scott asked as he came out of the bathroom, drying off.

“No, I’m okay,” Doug said.

Scott looked at him. “I don’t think you are,” he said. Doug glanced at him and looked away; too quick. “Don’t make me sorry I came down here,” Scott said.

“No need for you to be sorry, I’m not,” Doug said. But he wasn’t sure how he felt now about Scott’s visit. The sex was great, but that wasn’t what their solid relationship was built on. He stretched out, hoping to get some sleep, on his back because he didn’t want to appear to be turning away from Scott.

Scott was quiet but Doug knew he wasn’t asleep; he knew he was watching him. He tried to pretend to sleep, but the real thing never came, and before long his juices were boiling again. He was in bed with his best buddy who liked to give head and get fucked and practically worship his body, and it was a shame to waste the short time they had together. He wished Scott would reach over for his cock again. He wanted to tell him it was okay but he didn’t want it to look like he was using him.

He felt Scott get out of the bed and then heard the door to the deck open. He opened his eyes and watched his buddy standing in the soft light. He liked what he saw and there was a tingling as he recalled what Scott’s muscular, smooth body felt like under him; how wonderful his full lips felt around his cock. He lay for a long time, waiting for Scott to come back inside. When he did, Doug decided he was going to let him know that he was awake. When Scott didn’t come in, he climbed out of bed and went out on the deck.

“You’re not getting all fucked up in the head, are you?” he asked quietly, coming up beside him.

“No, but I’m afraid you are,” Scott said.

“I’m not. I told you I’m not,” Doug said.

“You weren’t asleep, were you?” Scott asked.

“No, I couldn’t sleep.”

“Were you pretending to be, to shut me out?”

“No. I was trying to sleep. Why would I want to shut you out all of a sudden?” Doug said.

“I was afraid what we did might be the reason you would want to shut me out,” Scott said.

“You’re complicating things again,” Doug said, laying his hand around Scott’s butt. Scott flexed it for him. “Yeah, that’s it, make ‘em nice and tight. You’ve got a great butt, in case nobody’s told you that lately,” he said in a light-hearted tone.

“Thanks, so have you,” Scott said with a warm smile.

“Sorry it can’t be as functional as yours,” Doug joked.

“Oh, it’s very functional,” Scott said.

“Does this help uncomplicate things?” Doug asked, squeezing his butt.

“It does more than uncomplicate things.”

“You, uh….said you had this fantasy of the entire football team in the locker room. I, uh…I might be able to arrange that, if you were serious. Well, not high school jocks, and not a locker room, but would you settle for a bunch of Marines?”

“How could you arrange that, with your don’t-ask-don’t-tell policy?”

“I met this guy from another company who told me about a gay guy in his company who takes care of a lot of guys. The field sergeant is even in on it; he furnishes his room in the barracks for the guys to use. I could get hold of the guy and see if he could round up a bunch of his buddies and bring them out to meet you.”

Scott laughed nervously, “I shouldn’t admit it, but you’re taking my breath away just talking about it.”

”Why shouldn’t you admit it? You’re being up-front about everything else. We both are.”

“It would be a dream come true, but…what’re you going to think of me if I say yes?”

“Hey, if you arranged to have a bunch of girls to come out and meet me I would be dammed grateful. The tables are turned, that’s all,” Doug said. “It’s up to you. If you don’t want to…”

“I want to, but...I’m a little scared, having a room full of Marines expecting who knows what from me.”

“They won’t expect anything you don’t want, I promise you that,” Doug said.

“You would...be here, then?”

“Yeah, I figured I would. But I won’t if you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t know; I have to think about it.”

“You don’t have a whole lot of time to think it over,” Doug said. “I’ll have to go back to the base and look the guy up so he can round up some guys to bring out here tomorrow, or late tonight, and I don’t know if there would be very many guys who can get passes on such short notice. I could try to arrange for you to go on base and use the field sergeant’s room but I don’t know how many Marines that guy is taking care of. It might be more than you want to handle.”

“Maybe we’d better make it another time," I said. “You’re about more than I can handle.”

“You handled me just fine,” Doug said. “Better than most girls I’ve been with.” He put his arm across Scott’s shoulder. “Okay, I admit, I was letting myself get all fucked up in the head for a minute. I was wishing Chelsea had come down to see me…”

“Instead of me,” Scott said.

“Yeah. I wanted to believe I wished it was her instead of you, but deep down I don’t. Maybe it was guilt that set in after I got my rocks off. When I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror I saw a guy who just kissed another guy and it gave me a jolt. I had all kinds of emotions bouncing around in my head. You probably have, too.”

“No, I’m okay. The only emotions I have…I’m just so damned thankful you accepted me for just who I am.”

“Hey, that was no big deal,” Doug said.

“It’s a huge deal,” Scott said. “Then you let me act on my feelings; that was something I didn’t even dare hope for.”

“Well, that part was a big deal for me, too, you acting on your feelings. And I didn’t let you. I wanted you to. I don’t want to sound like a selfish pig, but…I want to again, if you do.”

“You don’t know how hard it was to keep my hands off of you when you were trying to sleep in there, but you put on your shorts and I thought you were sending me a message.”

“I was. Mostly, I was protecting my masculinity. But I would like to send you another message…..while you’re thinking and deciding whether you want me call in the Marines,” Doug said as he moved behind Scott and pressed himself against him.

Scott reached back between them and Doug stepped back so he could squeeze the front of his shorts. “Message received,” he said.

They went back in the room and Doug stood beside the bed. “What do you want to do?” he asked.

Scott reached out and slipped his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. “I’ll think of something,” he said as he pulled them down. Doug’s rubbery cock swung free, like a hunk of radiator hose. Scott wrapped his hand around it and pulled on it. For measurement, he wrapped his other hand around it. “Shit, it takes three hands to hold this thing,” he said.

“But you’ve only got two hands; you’ll have to improvise,” Doug said.

“I can do that,” Scott said as he went to his knees in front of him and began licking up and down and all around the shaft.

“Oh, your tongue feels so good. Like soft sandpaper,” Doug whispered. “But I want to feel your mouth on it…take it, please…suck it.”

Scott took his time licking his tongue around the thick shaft and lapping and kissing his balls before he finally captured the head with his mouth.

“Awwhhhhhhhhhh,” Doug moaned with great relief. “Oh Godd, I wish I could tell you how good that feels.”

“You just did,” Scott thought; “you just did.”

It was nearly an hour before he was rewarded with another powerful load of the marine’s hot, thick cum. He received it and held it in his mouth to savor the taste of the precious male nectar. Doug never went down, and a few minutes later he fucked him. He made Scott go off.

“Fuck, man, you cum like a power hose,” Doug said of the ropes of cum that streaked Scott’s body.

“Yeah, it was pretty intense,” Scott said, out of breath.

Doug went to the bathroom to wash up and came back with a wash cloth and towel. Scott reached for it.

“I’ll do it,” Doug said as he began wiping the cum off of him. When he came back from taking the towel and wash cloth into the bathroom he stretched out on his stomach. “I don’t want you to get the wrong message, but we need to get some sleep. We’ve got another day ahead of us tomorrow.”

Scott drank in the sight of him again. His muscular body, even relaxed, looked like he’d been carved out of stone. His arms looked like they were bulging and his broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist. His thick thighs spread apart a little, with his tight butt set perfectly rounded on his hips.

“Do you mind if I used your butt for a pillow?” Scott asked as he scooted down on the bed and rested his head on Doug’s butt.

“Uh-oh. Somehow, I don’t think I’m going to get any sleep,” Doug said.

“No, I promise I’ll keep my tongue in my mouth and my mouth shut. I just want to use it for a pillow,” Scott said.

Doug squirmed under him. “You need to be thinking about your fantasy,” he said, “whether you want me to make it come true for you.”

They slept soundly and late. It was nearly nine o’clock before they woke up to a tapping on the door. Doug stirred and got up. “Who the hell could that be? Nobody knows I’m here, unless…shit, how the hell did they find me?” he muttered as he stumbled sleepily to the door.

“Doug, are you going to put something…on…?”

But it was too late. He was opening the door and Scott heard the gasp from the maid. “Oh… Oh, dear… I’m sorry… I come back.”

Doug got the “Do Not Disturb” sign off the doorknob. “Sorry, I guess I should have put this on the door,” he said. He was laughing sleepily as he came back to the bed. “Shit, I’ll bet I scared that poor woman half to death,” he said, laughing.

Scott stretched languidly. Doug reached over and squeezed his thigh. “Did you think it over? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to call in the Marines?”

Scott nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

They showered and were dressing to go to the diner and eat. “After last night, you don’t know how hard it is for me to shower and get dressed without… well, you know,” Doug said.

“Yeah, I know. But we gotta eat,” Scott said.

They looked over the menus and were waiting for a waitress.

“Damn!” Doug swore suddenly.

“What’s the matter?” Scott asked.

“I should’ve bought some beer yesterday for those guys.”

The diner also sold beer and wine and hard liquor, but it was Sunday. Doug tried to convince Lillian, the waitress, to sell him some but she refused.

“Can’t do it. You’ll have to come back tomorrow,” she told him.

“Tomorrow will be too late. I need it now, today,” Doug said, eyeing her name tag. “Look….Lillian…can’t I just leave enough money on the table and you let me walk out with the beer, like I was stealing it. You didn’t sell it to me and you don’t see me take it. You can ring it up tomorrow.”

The waitress laughed, her busty bosom shaking with her laughter. “Damn boys, no wonder we never loose a war. Does the Marines teach you to think like that?”

“Well, she didn’t say no,” Doug said with a shrug as she walked away.

“She didn’t say yes, either,” Scott said.

“If she didn’t say no, she don’t have to say yes,” Doug said. He took his wallet out and pulled out two twenties and a ten and laid them on the table. Lillian came with their breakfast and a sly grin. “If a couple of Marines were going to steal booze from me, how much do you think they would they take?” she asked.

Doug shoved the money to the corner of the table. “Less the cost of breakfast and your generous tip,” he said.

“Honey, I oughta make you guys be my generous tip,” as she said.

“That could be arranged,” Doug said quickly. “I’m stationed here. He’s not, but I am, I could come back next time I get a pass.”

Lillian threw back her head and laughed. “Lordy, stud, I couldn’t handle you,” she said. “If you’d just come along about twenty years earlier…” she said as she picked up the money. “I have to stock the shelves in the spirits department then I’m going to be pretty busy in the kitchen, so you boys help yourselves to coffee refills or anything else you need.”

Doug was all smiles when she walked away. “Damn, you’re smooth,” Scott said.

When they were ready to leave there were two brown paper bags sitting on the floor behind the end of the counter, nearest the door. They picked them up and left.

Back at the room, Doug made a phone call to E Company while Scott went to get some ice to ice down the beer. He had to wait till somebody found Conner Best.

“Yeah,” came the gruff voice at the other end.

“This is Doug Brady. Do you remember, we talked about some activities going on in E Company? Yeah…those activities. Well, I’ve got a guy who thinks he might be interested… No, the other way around… HE’S interested, if you can round up some guys. The Falcon Motel…whenever you can get here, but make it around noon; he’s gotta go back tonight… Whoever can get passes, as many as you can pile in a car… No, he’s an old team mate of mine……Yeah, okay, see you.”

He turned to Scott just coming in the door from his second trip for ice. “Okay, your fantasy is in motion,” Doug told him.

“How many are coming?” Scott asked.

“He doesn’t know how many guys can get passes,” Doug said.

“Whew! All of a sudden I’m finding it hard to breath,” Scott said.

Doug opened a beer and handed it to him. “I know it’s early, but maybe this will help settle your nerves.”

Scott took a long swig of beer. “All of a sudden I’m in a cold sweat. I think I need a shower,” he said. He needed to get ready, cleaned out, squeaky clean, smelling good. God, he felt like a teenager getting ready for prom night. He put on a pair of onion-skin running shorts and a tank-top; no shoes, no socks.

“Now that’s what I call packaging,” Doug chided him.

“I just grabbed something to put on,” Scott said.

“You say that. But somewhere down deep in that devious mind, you know you’re packaging yourself,” Doug said as he was taking off his clothes.

“Maybe I am. It’s all right, isn’t it?” Scott asked.

“It’s more than all right. Shit, if those guys don’t hurry up…fuck, Scott, I never noticed before how sexy you are.”

Scott paced while Doug was in the shower. Out on the deck, back inside, around the room; he finally went out and walked up and down the hallways. He wasn’t exactly scared…he was excited…but it was such intense excitement that he could hardly breath. He thought about backing out but he knew this opportunity would never come again. And the Marines were probably on their way by now. He wondered how many there would be.

He was standing at the motel exit gazing out on the parking lot and wondering what he was getting himself into, when he saw a car pull up way across the lot; a car full of guys. There was no mistaking that they were Marines when they started climbing out of the car. He turned and rushed back to the room.

“I think they’re here. I saw a car full of guys pull up,” he announced breathlessly to Doug.

“You sound nervous.”

“All of a sudden I’m very nervous,” Scott said.

“Hey, if you want to change your mind, all you gotta do is say so.”

“They’re already here,” Scott said with some urgency in his voice.

“I’ll tell them to go back.”