Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2010 01:03:16 -0400
From: Jason <sterling.jason (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Scot's Secuction Chapter 7 of 7

Scot's Seduction

Chapter 7 of 7


By Jason Sterling

sterling.jason (at)  gmail  (dot) com


Since tomorrow was Scot's last day with me and I was
taking him back home, we covered a wide range of
very intimate subjects during our talk.  It must
have been nearly dawn when we finally both dropped
off to sleep.  I tried to be as open as possible
about my own fantasies and previous experiences and
Scot kept coming back to his primary fears and
insecurities regarding his own sexual makeup.  One
specific practice seemed to bother him more than any
other.  He admitted that he found a 'glory hole' in
a park toilet several years ago and was drawn to
go back time after time and get a blowjob by some
unknown mouth on the other side of the partition.
That in itself was not the problem.  It was the fact
that he wondered what it would be like to be the
sucking queer giving the head instead of the one
sticking his dick through the hole.  He felt a
sense of shame and disgust even thinking about doing
the other guy, but he also felt a thrill bordering
on excitement fantasizing over this action.


I tried my best to put this all into context for
him.  I explained something that Scot already knew
about me, that I was bisexual and even used an old
Woody Allen joke about the advantages of being that
way, "It increases your chances of getting a date on
Saturday night by fifty per cent."  With that said,
I also explained that I didn't flaunt my mixed
social engagements because this was something that
was still 'uncool' with most people.  "It's like
farting.  Everybody does it, but we try to do it in
private so as not to call attention to an activity
that a lot of people would call disgusting."  My
bed partner thought about this for quite a while and
then said, "What do you think I should do about
trying to find out who I am deep down in my heart?"
The only sage advice I could come up with was to not
wall oneself off from trying all sorts of things
while you were still young and stupid enough to not
care about the consequences, and at the same time
avoiding shit that was clearly dangerous no matter
how thrilling the idea my seem when you've got a
hard-on that won't quit.


Before we left to go back to his Mom's place, Scot
came up to me and and planted a kiss on my lips that
involved a lot of tongue action.  He said, "I just
want you to know how much I learned from this week
with you.  Perhaps, during my summer vacation, I
could spend a little more time here with you and
find out where in this fuckin' world I belong."  The
trip home was mostly silent.  Scot took off right
away when we got home on the pretext that he had
friends to visit and to not wait up for him if he
was late getting back.  Beth and I spent the night
in her bed as she tried to pump me for details of
her son's visit.  I gave her the only the barest of
an outline as to what we did.  Mostly, I dodged the
elements...at least the more sordid aspects.  But,
I did tell her that Scot was progressing well into
adulthood and that he was smart enough to 'do the
right things' when it came to finding his way
through puberty.


Summer break came and I found a job for Scot in the
mail room where I worked.  We even worked out an
arrangement of hanging a tie on our doorknob if we
were busy with someone and wanted to be left alone
while we handled our business.  Several times we
specifically left the tie off the knob if we didn't
care about the other showing up right in the
middle of something.  I only used the tie if my
companion at the time was female or if the male
was someone who wasn't into threesomes.  Once I
walked into my unit and found Scot in bed with the
dirtiest, tatooed and pierced individual that I had
ever seen this side of skid row.  Scot was on his
stomach getting his bunghole slurped out by a guy
who sported a stud in his tongue.  The ass licker
peered up from his duties and said, looking at me,
"Your little chicken here has got the tightest,
best tasting asshole I've ever feasted on, pops.
Maybe your not sticking it to him enough to loosen
him up that often.  I'll help if you want me to."
I smiled and said, "Perhaps you don't know what
virgin asshole tastes like friend.  Get back to your
job and let me worry about popping this boycunt's
cherry for him when the time is right."   Scot
looked up from his prone position with a smile on
his face and said to me, "Gee Dad.  I was wondering
when you were ever going to get around to making me
a real boy after all."  As I left the bedroom I
heard the grungy guy say to Scot, "Is he really your
father?  Shit, that's gross in a nice sort of way."


That evening, when we were alone together, I brought
up the subject of why we...me at least, tried to
stay away from each other sexually.  I told Scot
that I was afraid that putting any sorts of moves
on him would damage our trusting relationship.  And,
I even asked him, point-blank, if he trusted me.
After the longest pause, Scot said that since he got
to know me he felt attracted to me and imagined that
I felt the same way about him.  Whenever he worked
out at the Y lately he dreamed that by shaping his
body in a more pleasing manner he would make himself
more appealing to me as a sex object for me to lust
after.  Then he slid right next to me on the couch
and tenderly kissed me long and hard.  I didn't
resist at all.  I even loosened up and returned his
affection by pulling him closer in my arms and sank
into the bliss of surrendering myself up to him and
would do anything he wanted me to do to please him.


The next thing I remember he was leading me into the
bedroom and we did a mutual undressing routine on
the way there.  Fully clasped in each other's arms
we fell into bed and Scot called the shots by
placing me on my back and he started at my toes and
nibbled his way up to my balls working his tongue
all the way.  I was hard as a rock already so I
didn't need a hand to hold my cock away from my
ball sac as his flicking tongue caressed my wrinkled
scrotal pouch.  He even lifted my legs enough to get
to the crack in my ass cheeks and merely circled the
area around my hole knowing that we weren't done
kissing mouth to mouth yet.  Then he jumped to my
nipples and worked his way down to my navel where
careful sucking seemed to remove all the old traces
of lint that has a tendency to find a hiding place
there.  All this time he was reaching up to my
nibs and flicking them rather than pinching and
pulling on them as most other guys would do.  In the
back of my mind I was wondering where such a young
kid as this learned what was obviously such skilled
techniques.  My little protege teased and tickled
the tip of my fully engorged cock head with his lips
and tongue until I couldn't stand it any longer.


Instead of engulfing my erection with his mouth,
Scot positioned himself over the top of me and with
a bent knee on either side of my rib cage grasped
my boner behind him and directed it to his already
lubricated anus.  Leaning forward as if about to
kiss me he whispered into my ear, "I've been saving
this hole only for you.  I know it's going to hurt
like hell, but a little pain always has to be felt
by a virgin being deflowered to have any meaning."
With that he straightened his back and sat down
fully on my throbbing cock as he stifled a moan of
anguish.  I was so turned-on by this display of
passionate self-sacrifice that I only needed a few
upward thrusts of my own to bring me to a boiling
orgasm.  While still inside him, Scot bent at the
waist and engaged my mouth with his and we
exchanged sloppy, wet kisses which kept me hard all
the time he continued to slowly pump himself up and
down on me.


To bring me off again, Scot whispered, "I'll go get
the whip so you can give this naughty boy a good
thrashing.  Bad boys like me deserve to be beaten
for their vile and degenerate behavior...don't they
Daddy?"  That was enough to put me over the edge
again, so I had my second climax in less than five
minutes.  I looked up into Scot's face and said,
"You win.  I can't take any more.  Get off of me so
I can catch my breath and you can tell me where in
the fuckin' hell you learned to be such a good lay."



While he reclined in front of me with his legs
spread and I was giving him a very slow blow job, he
talked about all the guys he met by working the
glory hole scene.  "Most of them were married and
just needed a break in the monotony of their dull
and meaningless lives.  The flaming faggots who
worked the toilets mostly did it out of boredom.  I
stayed away from these jerks as much as possible.
The girls I meet in school are more interested in
themselves; how they dress and who's doing what to
whom to be of any interest except for getting a
quick BJ or a feel in the back seat of the old car
my mother got me on my birthday."  When I asked Scot
what he planned to do after he graduated, hoping he
would find a good college that fit his meager
budget, he told me that he had already signed the
paperwork to enlist in the Marines and admitted that
this was going to be his way of finding out where in
the sexual field he belonged.  "They won't take me
until after I get my diploma, so I have another
half year to go before I give my ass to the Corps
and let them pound some sense into this crazy,
mixed-up, muther-fucking asshole of a queer."


"You'll do fine Scot!  You've got the balls and the
guts to show them jarheads what a real man is all
about.  Now lie back and let a pro finish what he
started."  I sucked and teased Scot's cock until at
last he shot a spurt of cum down my throat.  I was
proud of him for being such a good seducer.  Those
guys at Parris Island won't know what hit them when
my previously naive and immature little boy shows up
and shows them a thing or two about what real
manhood is all about.



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