Subject: Venturer Scout -07 The Venturer Scout -07 by: James FitzHugh Many thanks to Len in South Africa for his editing; to Rob in Alberta, Canada for all his technical assistance; and, to those readers who very kindly dropped me a note. Here we go with all the legal stuff. If you are under the legal age; then you really ought to leave now. If, on the other hand, you find the story offensive or it is illegal according to the laws of your Country, State or Province for you to view this content, I suggest you tune out and go find a good Sherlock Holmes mystery or a good novel written about the days of wooden ships and iron men. If you need help to find authors, just drop me a note. If you enjoy this story – or any others on this great site – remember that you can only read them if Nifty remains online. For that they need our cash. If we all give just a wee little bit, the site won’t disappear and take our stories with them. No-one is asked to do any more than they can realistically afford but every ?, ? or $ helps? +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Josh’s sudden, unexpected and delightfully sensual visit hit the spot. Josh and I weren’t lovers but we were fuck buddies. The arrangement worked out well for both of us. We attended the same university although in different programs; we enjoyed each other’s company; we had many of the same interests although he had no interest whatsoever in the scouting movement; and, most importantly, we realized that in a small village we had to be very careful because of the gossip factor and the possible scandal and effects it might have on our families. But, we both enjoyed sex for the sake of the romp. After the hard driving, ball churning but stress relieving play on the bed, we showered together and, for the second time, I just couldn’t help myself. It started off with my arms wrapped around him just swaying under the warm water and then I began kissing my way around his neck and nibbling on his ear lobe with my rising cock wedged between the cheeks of his hard ass. Then, I lost it. I slammed him up against the tiled wall, roughly entered him and hammered that hot, tight ass of his like it was my last day on earth. When we were finished thankfully Josh took to cleaning up the shower area and changed my bed while I made us dinner. It certainly wasn’t anything like Josh would have had at his father’s diner but he always seems to enjoy my salads. I just love a salad that is an entire meal in itself. Everyone knows the type I mean with lettuce, tomatoes, English cucumber, red and green peppers, mushrooms, a little red onion, eggs, cheese and canned or fresh meat or fish accompanied by a homemade Russian dressing and a nice cabernet sauvignon wine. We sat there chatting about his papers which were due and sadly there was nothing I could do to help him since they were all economics based and I knew less about economics than he did or, as my brother-in-law points out, about my car. But the conversation moved around and touched everything under the sun. Then he dropped a bombshell question, “How the fuck do you work with those kids because I wouldn’t be able to stand it very long before I had one of them between the sheets.” “Don’t think the temptation isn’t there”, I offered by way of an answer. “But I have you and Gjert whenever I feel the pressure mounting.” “Do you even see these guys for what they really are?” asked Josh. “I mean some of them are beautifully developed and shaped vessels of pure male testosterone just ready, willing and quite able to quench not only theirs but anyone else’s sexual urges. You’re only 25 for God’s sake. In some cases you are 10 and, in other cases less, years older than them. Surely to God, it must ramp up your own desires?” “I would be lying if I didn’t say that some of them really do get to me but then I balance that with what the consequences would be if I ever crossed the line.” Josh looked across the table with a very serious expression perhaps with the intent of trying to get his point across. “Take that Nicholas, the Scoutmasters son, for example. Have you ever seen that boy stripped down to his tightie-whiteys or, better yet, in the buff? “No! I haven’t. I make it a point of never getting into any situation where the boys are sleeping, undressing or changing. I’ve seen him without his shirt from time to time, of course, but never down to his underwear or in the buff.” “Well I have,” said Josh in reply. “I’ve seen that boy right down to the day he was born. I wasn’t supposed to, mind you, but it happened. That boy is a very beautiful, well built, walking, breathing, testosterone, hormone laden sex machine even if he doesn’t realize it himself yet.” “Have any of your professors ever told you that you exaggerate?” I asked smiling across at him but trying to understand where he was coming from. Maybe, I thought, Josh might even have the hots for Nicholas. ‘I’m serious, James. You don’t have a bloody clue do you?” “Where is this going, Josh? I think I know most of the boys.” Maybe you don’t know them as well as you should. They can be a lot of trouble for you if one of them sets his mind on it. Let’s see, well take Nicholas for example. He’s what 16 going 17?” “Actually! He’s 17 now.” “Okay, he’s 17. He’s six foot two inches tall. He has blond hair and green eyes. He has dimples in both cheeks that are quite prominent karşıyaka escort when he smiles. He’s got a chest with two beautiful pillows and a set of abs that are a vision a lot of men strive for.” “Are we entering this kid in a slave market or trying to get him hired as a model? What are we doing here?” I snapped. “I’m just trying to help you see what kind of trouble you could be in if ??” “If what? If I get the hots for Nicholas? I’ve been there; I’ve done that and I’ve moved on.” “James! I’m just trying to help you get all this into perspective. You have to understand James. These kids can be devious. They think they know what they want. And, if they don’t get what they want from you, they could go to their parents, or anyone else for that matter, and spin a story about touching or abuse and WHAM; you’re behind bars faster than a speeding bullet.” “Look, Josh. I’ve known most of these kids, at least those that came up through the scouting movement, since they were in Cubs. I know most of their parents. Personally, I would rather die than ever do anything that hurts them or brings shit down on the program. Joris and I have worked very hard to bring this program into being. I think it’s a wonderful program; an educational program that enables these young people to begin the process of organizing themselves and their lives. Joris, my brother-in-law and one of his lawyer friends and I have analyzed the risks to the enth degree. I take every precaution I can to not be in one-on-one with them.” “And what about this Aaron kid? He’s another walking sexual machine. I know you’ve had him here in the apartment alone because I saw his pert little ass bouncing down the road to his place when I came up this afternoon. Look, James, all I’m saying is that I’m your friend. I love you like you were my twin brother. I don’t want anything to happen to ruin your life.” “Okay, Josh. I understand where you’re coming from. I told you, I know the risks. So, let’s move on. Stop referring to Nicholas, Aaron or any other boy in the Company like they were prize pieces of beef on the market. I’m pretty sure I know where I stand with each and every one of them.” “Okay, bud,” he said as he stood, reached over the table and pulled me into a hug. As he gave me a peck on the cheek, he whispered. “You’re not mad at me are you?” “Fuck no, you idiot.” I said squeezing him even tighter. “I really appreciate your concern. Now, I’ve got to get ready to go over to see Aaron’s parents. But I just want you to know that I always remember what Tab Hunter, the great sex symbol of the 1950’s who had to hide being gay, said, “Act discreetly, and people would respect your right to privacy. It’s how I live my life.” Josh, in my personal opinion, was a good friend. Okay, I loved his hot butt, too. But I knew he had my best interests at heart. I think sometimes that one of the reasons why he didn’t show any interest in the scouting movement is that he knew, deep in the recesses of his balls, that he’d succumb to someone like a Nicholas, Emmett, Paulo or even Aaron if they turned on the charm. Anyway, after I saw him to the door and some minutes later as I was finishing up the dishes, there came that incessant banging on the door frame. Without even giving me time to tell him to come in, the door opened and in popped, you guessed it, Aaron. Heading first for the refrigerator and next to the couch, he blurted out. “Mom sent me over to tell you that the lawyer fella has been delayed and won’t be here until 9:00 p.m. so she said, ‘There’s no need to rush’.” “Maybe I can pick it up in the morning then, rather than interfere with the discussion they might want to have with their lawyer.” Before he got to the couch he turned around to me in the kitchen. “Don’t go there, boss. Remember my dad wants to talk to you before he leaves tomorrow morning. And, besides, you have to do it tonight because tomorrow morning will be rather hectic around my house. First, my sister and I have to go off to school, then mom has to get dad to the base for his flight, and later, mom has to get my little sister ready to go to the hospital for her surgery.” “Do you know if your mom had time to fix up everything with Brother Michael?” “Oh! Yeah! She told me when I got home that Brother Michael said you can pick me up around 10 or so. He wants me to get my homework from my teachers before I leave.” “So did you have a good time with Josh?” asked the boy as he now flopped on the couch. “Jeeeez, Aaron. Have pity on my couch. You keep bouncing on it like that and you’ll break the springs.” “Sorry, Boss. But did you have a good time with Josh?” he again asked. “Josh and I had a lovely dinner together. We talked about the university and the papers he has to submit. But I couldn’t help him with those because I am no good in economics.” “Yeah, right.” Came the snicker. “What do you mean by that, young man?” I said pouring myself a glass of wine. “Well! I was just wondering if you and Josh, you know.” He said not mincing any words. “I don’t think that anything that goes on in the privacy of my home should be of any interest to you, Aaron. I don’t go telling anyone what you and I talk about when you’re here so I certainly wouldn’t talk to you about anything Josh and I discussed when he’s here.” “Okay, boss. Fair enough; it’s your call,” said the boy as he kartal escort got up from the couch and headed over to the bed. “Do you want to hear the rest of what happened at the house near the golf course?” he asked flopping down in his favourite space on my bed. “Sure! Why not? We seem to have a little time.” “Well as I told you, Devon and I went to the house in the woods near the golf course. And, once we got in, we heard a noise upstairs. So, I think I told you how I showed Devon how to climb the stairs along either the wall or the stair banister so we didn’t make any noise. Well we got to the top of the stairs and we could hear the bed springs just a singing. And, when I looked in, there was Nick standing at the side of the bed with his big cock buried deep in the ass of that beautiful, well built Auggie Maxwell, the 18 year old Captain of the Soccer Team over at St. Malachy’s. And, our Nick was using poor Auggie like he was a freight train coming down hill and gathering speed. I’ve never been fucked, boss, but I am not so sure that I would want to be impaled on Nick’s lance. That thing of his is huge.” I finished folding whatever I was toying with, leaned over to stack my pillows and lay down with my back against the headboard. “So, what happened next?” “Well Nick flipped Auggie onto his stomach and told Auggie that his tag partner was there. I’m not sure Auggie had ever been tag teamed before but I didn’t waste any time. As soon as Nick gave the nod of his head I slid down my shorts, dropped my jock and before Auggie could get a word in edgewise I was sliding my cock towards the opening of his throat.” “And Mr. Maxwell just took it did he?” “You betcha boss. Here was this big macho jock, a guy who has his face in the local newspaper all the time with a story about this goal or that game and now he’s lying on his stomach across a bed while two other younger jocks feed him the bone. I personally thought it was hilarious. Mr. super jock reduced to a fuckin cocksuckin pussyboy with Nick’s humungous cock ravaging his ass and me just long dickin his face.” “Aaron”, I barked. “Sorry boss. I know. No swearing. But it was so fuckin hot.” Said the boy as he fell back on the bed laughing. “So then what happened?” Aaron slowly composed himself and sat up. “Well, suddenly Nick tells me to get my ass around to Auggie’s ass. He pulls out and I plug in. In the meantime, Nick walks over to Devon, wraps his big arms around the kid’s shoulder and slowly brings him over to Auggie’s face. Then Nick takes hold of Devon’s thick 6 inch battering ram, aims it for Auggie’s mouth and gently nudges the kid into place. Just as Devon’s dick passes Auggie’s lips Nick bends down, gently licks Devon’s ear and says so we can all hear him, ‘Welcome to the club’.” “That’s it? Nick pulls out leaving you and Devon to finish using this Auggie chap and leaves or what?” I asked. “I thought he was gonna leave too, boss, but he didn’t. For a few minutes he just stood around watching the action. But after those few minutes he also got on the bed, knelt over Auggie just behind his shoulders, reached out, put his hand behind Devon’s head and pulled his head forward to connect with his dick. Once we were all plugged in, we all went for broke. I was the first to pump my baby makers deep into Auggie’s ass; then, Devon began to shoot in his mouth; and, Nick putting his other hand behind Devon’s head, thrust his big cock deep into poor Devon’s throat and opened fire. By the time Nick had finished unloading down his throat, poor Devon’s face was as red as the local village fire engine.” “And Auggie?” I asked. “Don’t know, boss. Didn’t care. Nick had indicated when he pulled out of Auggie’s ass that Auggie was there for our use so none of us was really concerned whether he got off or not.” “So the stud of St. Malachy’s has now been turned and he’s full of cum at both ends. Nick has emptied his balls down poor Devon throat who, I can just imagine, was struggling to get his breath back under control. So then what happened?” “Nothing really. Nick went over to the corner and picked up his T, shorts and flip flops and walked out of the room. I picked up my stuff, told Devon to do the same and we followed him. The three of us went downstairs to what must, at one time, been the living room. Nick didn’t bother to get dress so neither did Devon nor I. Nick sat on one of the big chairs and as Devon passed him, he reached out and pulled him down beside him. We sat talking for a while. Well, if the truth be known, it was more Nick talking to Devon by way of asking questions and Devon responding by talking about his family, school, and his parents. I was surprised when Nick asked how Devon and I had met and Devon, not bothering to hide it, told him how we had met on the bus going into the City and how I had introduced him into the art of cocksucking. I simply sat there and listened. Then Auggie now dressed in shorts, a T and sneakers without socks came down stairs. I think he intended to walk out the door without saying anything but Nick called out to him and he turned. I didn’t really know the story between Nick and Auggie so I did the proper thing and kept my mouth shut.” “So you didn’t know whether Auggie was Nick’s new boy or whether it was a one-time thing?” “Not right then I didn’t. But I would soon hear kastamonu escort the story directly from Nick.” “And that story was what, exactly?” I asked Aaron knowing there had to be something that had turned the macho Captain of St. Malachy’s soccer team into a cocksucking pussyboy. “Nick looked up at Auggie and asked him if he was leaving so soon. Auggie said something about having to get home to do his homework but Nick looked right at him and said that he wasn’t finished.” “I take it all three of you are still sitting naked as jaybirds?” “We sure were boss and Nick’s flagpole was beginning to rise again. The next thing I know Nick snaps his fingers, points to the spot between his legs and Auggie gets down on his knees. Nick tells Auggie he’s got another load for him, puts his hand behind Auggie’s head and draws him down to his leaking spigot. Then Nick looks across at me and gives me a warning.” ‘See Aaron’, he says. ‘This is what happens when you think you’re better than everyone else. This jerk-a-zoid’, he said pointing down to Auggie, ‘bragged that he, never mentioning his teammates once, was so much better than us and that he was going to whip our asses during the semi-finals. I got so pissed off with him that I challenged him to a bet. Whoever won the final game would be at the service of the other for a period of three months. So, as you can see Auggie lost. The game ended 7 to 3 and we won the spot in the finals against Brighton Academy. After the game Auggie, here, laughed off the bet as a stupid childish prank and, if he had have done it in private with just the two of us, I probably wouldn’t have minded. But the stupid son-of-a-bitch did it in front of all his teammates. So I just walked off the field with my team but when he least expected it, I waltzed into the visitor’s locker room when I knew his boys would be relaxing after the game and beat the shit out of him in front of his teammates. That’s how he ended up on the bed upstairs with my dick ploughing his tight ass.’ “Well you can bet that I was in total shock, boss. I’ve never known Nick to be aggressive. Oh! I’ve heard him raise his voice once in a great while when someone was beginning to piss him off or get on everyone’s nerves. But, I’d never known him to physically fight with anyone nor had I ever heard anything along the grapevine.” “And you’ve known Nick for how long?” “Oh, fuck! Sorry boss. I’ve known Nick since forever.” “Well!” I said. “I’ve known Nick ever since I joined his father’s scout troop as an Assistant Scoutmaster and I have to agree. I don’t think I can remember one incident in all that time when Nick became physical with anyone.” “I think it was because Auggie tried to talk down to him and humiliate him in front of his teammates. That’s the only reason I can think of that would make Nick mad. I like Nick a lot. If I was old enough to decide I wanted a lover, I’d pick Nick for sure.” “Are you telling me that at your tender age you are already thinking of settling down or are you telling me that you’ve fallen in love with that cum spitting lance of his?” “No boss and maybe. What I said is “If I was old enough and wanted a lover, it would be definitely be Nick.” “Okay! So you have fallen in love with that large cum spitting lance of his.” “Sorry, boss. I will not answer that question on the grounds I might incriminate myself.” Replied Aaron turning a nice shade of light red, and letting out a nasty little giggle. “I take it Nick let Auggie go after he dumped the first load but his second load of the afternoon down his throat.” “Yes sir, boss. Although Nick did ask if I wanted another go at him, I declined. I was really thinking of inviting Devon over to the house after supper and feeding him his dessert. But, just before we all got dressed, Nick played a little with Devon, pinned him to the back of the chair and rubbed Devon’s face through his crotch hair. Then he looked at me and said, ‘you’ll share him until mine comes back, won’t you Aaron. It’s really a case of sharing or you becoming very familiar with my junk.’ I don’t think I’m ready yet to be Nick’s cocksucking pussy boy. Having watched him play with both Auggie and Devon, I get the feeling that he can be really rough.” “Well, young sir. Thank you for the update,” I said rising from the bed. I’d stay and listen to more of your exploits particularly since you haven’t mentioned one single word about your trip into the City and your time with Rod and your swimming companion. But, I think your parents will be waiting.” “We’ll need a little time with that one, boss. So much happened that weekend that I will jot down a few notes, so I get it all in order.” “Maybe you should write it out as part of a potential book entitled, ‘The escapades of a Venturer Scout’.” “Nah, boss. No-one would be interested.” He said jokingly as he slowly got up off his private spot on my bed. “Maybe I’ll write it for you as a pillow book for your old age.” I picked up a pillow and flung it at him but the little bugger was up and out the door before the pillow even left my hand. To be continued. Note 1: I have had a number of e-mails from readers asking me where I’ve been and why I haven’t continued this story. 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