That night at the dinner table, Scott was waitin' rather apprehensively, for his folks to bring up what had happened to him that day, and why he had come home all muddy. He had come up with a story about walkin' home with some friends, and gettin' into a mud-fight. He knew it sounded really 'lame', but it was the best he could do.....

But that topic never came up, his folks just chit-chatting about things, asking Scott about school and the 'Spring-Break' that was comin' up. He was really surprised when his Mom brought out dessert, a really gooey concoction, a chocolate-cream pie with a marshmallow topping. Little bits of flecks of chocolate decorated the top of it....

The first thoughts that jumped into his head were, '...how he'd love to have that pie thrown into his face, or how hot it would be to just sit in it!!!' Scott was stunned, '...where did these thoughts come from? What made him think like this?'. He tried to push these 'thoughts' outta' his mind, as his Mom cut into the pie, making three small slices. She then said,

"Your Dad and I are planning on going up to Clear Lake tomorrow morning, to visit the Larsons for a few days. Would you like me to get Mrs. Marsh to come stay with you while we're away, or do you think that you're old enough to be on your own while we're gone?"

Scott had to think. He liked Mrs. Marsh, they always had fun together, but his folks were asking him if he thought he still needed a 'sitter'. Scott was growin' up, he wasn't a 'kid' anymore... "Uhhh, I guess I'd be okay on my own.", was his response.

"That's good. Your Dad and I think you're now old enough and responsible enough to be on your own for a few days. Guess our little boy is growing up...", his Mom replied. Scott looked at his Mom, was that a 'tear' in her eye? He really loved his parents...

"There's plenty of food in the house, but we'll leave you some money in case you want to go out for a pizza with your friends or something. And we'll leave you some phone numbers in case you need to get in touch with us. And you can always call Mrs. Marsh if you need to.", his Mom said.

Scott and his parents started in on the dessert. 'Wow', it was really good!

Later that night as Scott was gettin' ready for bed, he thought about what had happened that day. 'Why had he done this? What had made him want to trash his good school-clothes?
Why had he got so 'turned-on' by doin' it? He had never had such an intense sexual happening before! Even though he thought he'd get punished for doin' what he did, his parents didn't seem to mind what he'd done. Oh, and those pictures his Dad had taken. That was embarrassing! But why was it kinda' fun to look silly and foolish... It was kinda' a 'turn-on' in itself..... What was the matter with him?!?!?'.

These thoughts kept comin' through his mind as he tried to sleep. Was his cock gettin' stiff?
Scott tried to will these 'thoughts' outta' his head, and when he finally fell to sleep, he had very 'strange', very 'surreal' dreams, playin' through his mind, though they certainly weren't 'bad' dreams at all........