Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2010 00:48:47 -0400
From: Jason <sterling.jason (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Scot's Seduction Chapter 2 MF, Mm, MM

Bisexual/adult-youth  MF, Mm, MM

Scot's Seduction

Chapter 2 of 7

By Jason Sterling



Several weeks later Beth called me to say that there
was a Spring break at the local high school coming
up and Scot would be happy to stay with me since he
had been denied any chance of traveling with some of
his older friends down to the Florida beaches that
had became sexual magnets for the teenage set.  I
spent the weekend with Beth and on Sunday afternoon
I let Scot drive my car back to the city while I
sat in the shotgun seat with clenched fists all the
way.  Scot and I shared small talk about this and
that during the drive and when we arrived at my
place and I showed him around the apartment. I made
a point of saying that there were only two rules
while he stayed with me; absolutely nothing we say
to each other will ever be told to anyone else and
that whatever we do or see while in my place will
not be talked about outside of this apartment.  He
thought that was cool and readily agreed.



I brought up the sleeping arrangements situation.
"Since this is only a one bedroom apartment you have
the choice of either sleeping on the couch or
sharing my large king sized bed with me.  Normally
two guys like us want to be alone when we 'pound our
puds', but if you aren't too bashful about something
that every male between the ages of twelve to eighty
do when they need to empty their nuts frequently,
then you can bunk in with me, 'cause my couch is not
the most comfortable place to spend the night.  Also
I don't appreciate cum spots all over my cushions."
Scot turned a vivid shade of red when I openly
brought up the subject, but he sort of smiled and
seemed much more relaxed after having an adult be so
blunt with him on a subject that I'm sure wasn't
discussed around his home that often.


I ordered a pizza to be delivered and after watching
a little TV told Scot that I needed to get up and
out of here by seven in the morning, gave him a key
and said my good night.  When the alarm went off he
was still soundly sleeping with the TV on tuned to
one of my porn channels and the remote still in his
hand.  I threw a blanket over him when I left and
went off to do battle in the rough and tumble world
of commodity trading.  That evening, when I returned,
Scot was still in front of the boob tube glued to
watching big breasted women bounce around the on the
screen spouting vapid dialogue and displaying their
tits to some semi-erect men who pretended to be
interested.  I felt Scot needed to get out and into
the neighborhood and see life firsthand rather than
become a recluse or a voyeur, so I told him to get
dressed because we were going out for a walk.


A few blocks away from my apartment building was a
strip of businesses that stretched for ten blocks
filled with restaurants, bars, video rental stores
and several art house movie theatres, one of which
was primarily a gay oriented place.  The people out
for a stroll that evening were a mixed lot.  There
were older couples, young kids, drag queens and
about every ethnic blend the city had to offer.
This walk seemed to spark an interest in my young
friend because it was so different than the small
town mix that he had become used to.  He was so full
of questions on our walk back to my place that even
after we both crawled into bed and turned out the
lights, he wanted to know about such things as "Do
the guys who take a drag queen to bed know that they
are fucking another guy?"  I answered him as if I
was speaking to another adult and I think he
appreciated that.  The next day when I got home from
work Scot was still out and about and I made myself
something to eat.  Scot finally showed up about the
time that I was getting ready to hit the sack.


"What are you going to do tomorrow while I'm at the
office?"  Scot shrugged his shoulders and said that
he'd probably go out to see a movie.  When I asked
which particular one he had in mind he replied that
he saw one of the places on the street we were last
night showing 'Caligula' from noon to midnight.  I
told him that he'd probably have trouble getting in
to see that on his own, but if he couldn't, that I'd
take him to see it after I got home.  "If by chance
you make it through the NC-17 restriction on who
gets in, be careful of the lurkers in the dark, back
rows.  Fresh, innocent young meat like you will
attract cocksuckers like flies to dog shit, so just
watch out for who you let drain your nuts with their
cum hungry mouths."  Scot responded with another
shrug and said, "I've had my 'Johnson' in a few
mouths before this.  Dirty old men and slutty girls
from my school have tasted my cock a few times and
the only one to complain was one who said that I was
a little on the salty side, so I know a thing or two
about this activity."


I went off to work feeling somewhat relieved that
Scot wasn't as naive as he looked, but also worried
that he felt too self-confident for only being
sixteen.  When I got home that evening Scot was not
in the apartment.  He finally showed up around eight
and seemed smug and sanguine from his adventures.
I asked casually what he did today and he told me he
got into the movie he wanted to see and sat through
three runs of the only feature on the bill.  When I
questioned how he made it past the watchdog at the
ticket counter, he told me rather proudly that the
usher taking tickets let him in if he'd stay around
the theatre until he was relieved and got off work.
"All I had to do was let the guy suck me off back in
the office once we were alone and having watched all
those naked bodies on the screen three times I was
more than ready to pop when he did his thing."  In a
way I was happy that the kid was much farther
advanced in his sexual experiences than I was at
that age, but selfishly missed the opportunity of
being the one who guided a straight adonis like that
into all sorts of debauchery.  After all, I was
developing a crush on the kid and the only thing
that kept my hands off of him so far was the guilt
associated with being given him in trust by a friend
who wanted a father figure for him and also the more
legal reason that I could serve some big-time in a
state facility as a child molester and probably be
somebody's bitch and cocksucker in between beatings.


In bed that evening Scot was much less inhibited and
openly played with himself while he lay next to me
and we talked about the movie.  After shooting his
wad at least three times while we discussed the
images he remembered from the movie he finally went
to sleep and I had the hardest time dropping off
myself.  Even in the partial darkness I could see
his still semi-tumescent cock upright while he lay
on his back quietly snooring.  I just wanted to
reach over and taste that beautiful, uncircumsized
piece of meat and suck the remaining semen from the
source.  But, I settled for a long, slow jerk on my
own joystick all the while looking at that angelic
bundle of teenage sexuality laying next to me.  Once
I shot my own load I pulled the sheet up and over
both of us and eventually drifted off.


End of Part 2

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