Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2010 01:42:07 -0400
From: Jason <sterling.jason (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Scot's Seduction - Chapter 1 (Bisexual, MF, Mm, MM)

It may seem at first read that an under-aged boy is
being led into an early sexual situation.  This is not
the point of this story.  This short story involves life
as it really takes place with older teens who are just
growing into maturity on their own terms.



Scot's Seduction
Chapter 1

By Jason Sterling
sterling.jason (at) gmail (dot) com



To my straight friends and the world in general I am
just an ordinary guy still unmarried in my late
twenties but sleeping around with every broad who
will spread her legs for me.  To my gay friends and
casual pickups who will share their cocks and/or
asses to get me off frequently, I am a tall, thin
ex sailor, not that good looking but not ugly
either.  Having a swimmers body, a dominating
personality that knows how to play rough and when
to play coy, finding a male body to fuck has never
been that difficult for me.  To both groups I have
been in the closet since I was in my early teens.
I feel comfortable in each world but practical
experience has taught me neither group accepts me
when I'm not playing according to the expectations
of what the other thinks is proper orientation.


Call me paranoid if you will, but on the few
occasions where I've allowed myself to openly admit
my dual sexuality interests, a subtle curtain of
doubt or mistrust seeps into the relationship and I
get the feeling that any reciprocal interest that
may develop between us ends quickly.  Sometimes the
two different sides of my erotic interests overlap.
Take my affair with Beth.  She was a divorced woman
with two kids who got the house and no child support
when she and her ex split up.  She was a good eight
years older than me but still missed having a warm
body in bed with her at night and I was more than
willing to share in her sexual needs.


After dinner and drinks one evening she got horny
and invited me to her home to spend the night
because she had an early business appointment the
next morning.  She paid all the bills by selling
real estate in a distant town that once was a
summer resort area to the large metropolitian area
where I lived in a 'bachelor pad' apartment.  I
knew her kids from the time they were prepubescent
scamps when I first met Beth.  Having young kids in
the same house with me when I was screwing their
mother in the next room made me a little nervous.
But, I allowed my hard-on, as always, to get the
upper hand in my decision making ability and drove
her home on the grounds of a once beautiful river
front cottage.



The kids were already in their own rooms, hopefully
asleep, when we arrived.  Beth and I swapped spit,
felt each other up fully and then she stepped into
the bathroom and put in her diaphragm so we could
get down to some serious fucking.  Either she came
several times while I was pounding away in her
fairly loose pussy or she was a good actress;
anyway she didn't seem the slightest bit hesitant
in making a lot of noise during our sexual exploits.
My own erotic thoughts while I was 'doing my duty'
ranged from imagining a virile young teenager
urging me on to fuck him deeper and harder to a
submissive young girl brought into my harem bed by
a eunuch slave to do my bidding.  After I was able
to shoot twice into Beth's pussy we both fell asleep
in a 'spoon' position in each other's embrace.


The alarm clock went off the next morning and after
a quick fuck again, Beth showered and dressed to
leave for her morning appointment to show some
prospective customers a house that just came on the
market.  Beth told me to stay around and when she
was done with business we could carry on where we
left off.  I got up, went into the living room to
have my coffee and perhaps read a newspaper.  There
on the couch was Scot, Beth's youngest child clad
only in his jockey briefs watching cartoons on the
TV.  The kid had grown into a fine looking young
man with a well developed body and a head of blond,
curly hair who just reeked of eroticism.  He barely
acknowledged my presence and only mumbled something
about keeping it down to a dull roar when I was in
the bed right next to his room at night.  I
responded with some trite comment about my buying
him a set of ear plugs the next time I went to the
drugstore.


Later that morning Beth's oldest brat, a strikingly
beautiful young girl now marched through the room
saying she and her boyfriend would be out all day
and to tell her mother not to wait up for her.
After she left I asked Scot how old her sister was
now.  "The slut's just turned eighteen and has the
hots for anything riding a motorcycle and a cock
between his legs."  Scot's candor and choice of
words took me aback a little bit, but I chalked it
up to normal sibling rivalry.  Then I asked Scot
how old he was.  "I just got my learner's permit
and mom said that if I kept up my grades in school
she'd try to get me a used car of my own."  That
meant he was at least sixteen.  I couldn't keep my
eyes off of that languid, hairless, beautiful body
stretched out before me so perfect in every detail.
The bulge in the skimpy shorts of his held the
promise of a bountiful treasure developing with
only a few more years of maturation.


Trying to keep from having an uncomfortable silence
between us I asked Scot if he was into any sports or
what he did to get into the great shape that he
appeared to be in.  "I do a lot of field and track
stuff at school and I train on my dad's old workout
equipment that he left in the garage when he took
off to marry that tramp he left my mother for."
This kid obviously had deep emotional problems that
he had to work through.  Now that he didn't have a
father around and was living with two females who
made no secret of their sex lives, Scot was trying
to put on an ourward appearance of masculine
indifference but I could feel by his attitude that
he was a very troubled youngster.  I was torn by
my feelings of lust for him on one hand and my
sense of compassion and empathy on the other.


When Beth came home from work both kids were gone
and we had the whole house to ourselves.  We screwed
in the kitchen, out on the patio and even in bed
where I went down on her and licked her twat so
deeply that I got a cramp in my tongue.  Neither of
us wanted a longer relationship with each other and
only wanted to stay friends who could have a sexual
relationship now and then when we needed relief.  I
stopped by to visit Beth from time to time and saw
Scot becoming more morose on each trip.  When I
asked his mother how he was getting on with being a
teenager she told me that she felt limited in her
ability to do anything with him, mostly because she
was not capable of being the father figure she felt
he needed in his life.  Then, with a very serious
expression on her face, she asked me if I could take
on the job of being a male presence in his life and
give him the advice and attention that she felt he
so strongly needed.  "He seems to like you and
thinks you are cool.  Could you sort of pal around
with him and let him ask you things that he would be
too embarrassed to ask his mother?"


After some thought, I told Beth that if we hung out
much it would have to be in the city because I had
a job that required my full attention at the office,
but Scot was more than welcome to stay with me when
he wasn't in school or was on vacation breaks.  The
only problem was that he would be on his own while I
was at work and there was a big city at his doorstep
to potentially explore and perhaps get into trouble
when I was not around.  The fact that I would have
my own problems of trying to keep my hands off the
kid when we were alone together was something I
didn't even discuss with Beth.  I had beat my meat
alone several times with the image of Scot before me
in my mind as my right hand stroked faster and
faster to bring me to climax.  What was I going to
do when he was right there in the flesh, so to
speak?

Comments or sugestions always welcomed.

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