Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2011 22:33:14 +0200
From: John P <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: Teaching Scout Ch. 3

			      TEACHING SCOUT

				 by John P
			      Copyright© 2011

Chapter 3

When I show him into the bathroom, he looks around, and I begin to strip
off my clothes. He takes off his T-shirt and socks, the only clothing he's
still wearing, and he watches my body closely as more of it is revealed.
He's kissed my chest earlier but only over my shirt. When I reveal my hairy
chest to him, I see his face giving away his interest in my fur but my own
attention is firmly fixed on his naked body, his hairless chest and the
little nipples which I so want to suck.

He's handsome, desirable, and I'm tempted to sweep him up and take him to
my bed. I want to lay him down and lick and kiss his torso, fondle his
little balls which nestle so nicely within the silky bag between his
coltish legs, to suck each grape-sized testicle into my mouth. I long to
taste his boyish dick, to suck it to erection, and to bring him to climax
so that his hard little shaft will pulse inside my mouth as he pumps his
hot spunk to the back of my throat.

I must be cautious, circumspect, not do anything that might go too far and
spook the boy. He will be a fine lover after my teaching; his display of
emotion has already shown me that he bonds easily and I cannot just use him
for sex and then throw him away. I'm bonding with Scout myself, something I
had not at first envisaged.

His eyes are fixed on my cock now, my last piece of clothing having been
removed. He stares at it, his own dick showing signs of firming up, even
though his balls were emptied not many minutes ago. I look at his pale
little dick, its skin so delicate and his knob so pink. I take my hand and
pull back my foreskin, showing him the full length and thickness and I can
see in his eyes that he wants to touch it, to feel his first adult cock.

I move towards him and take his dick between my fingers and I'm so pleased
when his hand hesitantly goes around my shaft. He feels me, my hard shaft,
my large knob which leaks salty pre-cum and his finger moves over the
pee-slit to discover what this clear liquid might be. When I gently take
his hand away and take his fingers into my mouth, he stands there with
mouth slightly open as I lick his fingers clean.

When I return his hand to my cock, he begins to slide my foreskin back and
forth, knowing that's what boys do but he's unsure about it because of the
size. It's only ever been a boy-dick that he's touched, one that needs no
more than a couple of fingers to bring the owner to climax. Now for the
first time, he has a relative monster to masturbate and his inexperience is
worrying him.

"That's lovely, Scout," I whisper, encouraging the boy. "You have a lovely
touch." I'm stroking the boy's dick as he masturbates me slowly and it's
now at full mast. His attention though is firmly fixed on my knob as his
hand begins to speed up and soon he hears my panting. He looks up briefly
into my face to see my reaction and when he sees the ecstacy there, he
becomes more confident, grasping my shaft tighter and increasing the speed
of his hand.

Thirty seconds later, I cry, "I'm cumming, Scout!" and he watches as my
cock jerks in his hand and several large gobs of hot spunk splatter onto
his chest and belly. The first takes him by surprise and he's not sure what
to do until I say, "Don't stop! Keep wanking!" His face is a picture as he
witnesses for the first time an adult pumping hot spunk and the biggest
surprise of all is the amount I've made.

His eyes move between my knob and his belly, watching keenly the hot white
semen as it leaves my pee-slit and how it lands on his skin and begins to
run down like the wax from a candle when it's held too close to the
flame. He's never seen thick spunk before, only his own thin and watery
boy-cum, and he runs a finger through it to test the heat and
consistency. It's creamy, slimy and warm, and it feels like nothing he ever
had on his skin before.

He holds my cock still after the pulsing has stopped and he watches as I
scoop some of the spunk onto my fingers and put it into my mouth, letting
him see clearly that I am licking semen and apparently enjoying the
taste. He's puzzled now, not quite equating the fact that anything that
comes out of a cock could be pleasant to the taste. This is completely new
to him and I don't offer to share it because it may spook him. When I've
got all I can and I've swallowed it, I smile at him and say, "It makes your
dick bigger if you eat spunk."

I'm ashamed then because I've just told him a bare-faced lie. Why the fuck
did I do that? But I can see by his expression that he has not discounted
what I just said. He looks quizzically at me and I need to say something so
I simply say, "It tastes good too."

His dick is still hard and I decide it's time to try something new so I
kneel in front of him and lick his chest and belly, cleaning up the last of
my spunk from his skin. This is an opportunity to lick down towards his
stiff dick and when my mouth approaches it, I feel him tremble but he
doesn't want to pull away. When I kiss his shaft, he sucks in his breath,
so I continue kissing it, feeling with my fingers his silky little ball-bag
and moving gently the little testicles within.

When I lick his shaft and ultimately his fine knob, his hands come to hold
my head and I move my hand behind him to fondle the fine taut buttocks of
this handsome boy. He holds me in place as I suck and soon his hips begin a
fucking motion, sending me into raptures as he takes over the movement of
fucking my mouth. My one hand fondles his tight bottom and the other feels
his balls as he fucks my face and I'm ecstatic that he has taken over.

He's young so it isn't long before he cries out, "I'm cumming!" and to be
sure that he cums in my mouth, I hold his buttocks tightly, just in case he
has it in his mind that I might not want his spunk in my mouth. "I'm
cumming, John!" he cries again and he seems to want to pull away but I'm
having none of it. I want his boyish spunk; I want to taste his fine
ejaculate, even if it's weak and watery. I want something of the boy inside
me!

He shudders as he cums, his youthful orgasm producing feelings that he
could never describe, and he looks at me to discover that far from being
disgusted or angry, my face bears an expression of joy as his seed pumps
into my welcoming mouth and when my arms go around him and cuddle him, he
knows that he has given me what I most desired. He's puzzled at my
enjoyment but pleased too that he has given me what I apparently most
wanted. He will think about this later, when he's on his own, and perhaps
come to some understanding about what has taken place.

Meantime, I feel one of his hands stroke my hair and I know that the bond
between us is being made stronger. When the jerking of his dick has
stopped, I stay on my knees, his dick still in my mouth and I caress his
young body. His young muscles feel good and as my hands explore him, now
both of his hands stroke my hair and my ears. He's loving me in his way,
showing his affection in the only way he can think of, and I'm having
stronger feelings for him. It wasn't supposed to go like this; it was just
supposed to be mutual sexual gratification but Scout's emotions are taking
him over and it worries me.

When we finally separate, I say we'll take that shower now and when he
joins me in the warm water, his hand goes to my cock as I wash my hair and
he begins to wank me again. After I rinse the shampoo out of my hair, I
kiss his forehead but he tilts his head and kisses my lips and I find my
cock hardening as this 13-year-old boy continues to stroke it. My head
spins as we kiss and when I feel his tongue against my lips, I open my
mouth and it plunges inside.

I grasp his bottom and pull him hard against me, grinding my dick and his
hand against his belly, and I suck on his young tongue. His arms are around
my neck and he's making love to me with his body, and the control that I
had over him since we met is melting away. Emotions have taken over and
it's my job as the adult to stop it going too far but the feeling of his
lovely body against mine is clouding my judgment. I have to stop this
getting out of hand but how do you tell a boy that you now adore that he
must stop making you feel so good?

At that moment, the solution comes. My 12-year-old son Carl comes to the
bathroom door and looks in. "Hi, Dad," he says cheerily and goes on to his
room. Shit! His mother must be back too!

We release each other at once and I run naked to my son's room. "Where's
your mother?" I ask, recognizable panic in my voice.

"Don't worry, Dad, she dropped me off and went on to shop some more. Nice
boy you got there," he says and smiles at me.

I return to the bathroom and find that Scout has dried himself and
scrambled into the only clothes in there. The rest of his clothes are
downstairs, scattered about the living room. I send him down to get dressed
and I dry myself, dressing quickly and joining him there. The child looks
scared until I reassure him that there will be no trouble but when he looks
questioningly at me, I have to say, "I have sex all the time with my son so
he won't say anything to his mother. By the way, he said you were nice."

As soon as it's out of my mouth, I realise what I've said and I wonder if
the bond between us will be broken. Does he think that I love somebody
else? He smiles though and I think then that it may be alright after
all. He kisses me on the lips before he goes and when the front door
finally closes, I watch him walk down the driveway, watching the lovely
little bottom sashay as he moves.

My son has heard the front door close and he joins me to watch Scout's
departure, remarking on how cute he looks.

"He's called Scout," I say, "and he's 13."

When Carl asks if he can meet him next time, I can't think of a reason that
he shouldn't so I say yes.

"Have you got anything left now?" Carl asks, grinning, and he turns round
and pulls down his pants so that he shows me his perfect little bottom. I
kiss it and he turns around so that I can see his stiff dick and I suck it
until he says seriously, "Fuck me, Dad. I need cock in me."

We go upstairs, safe in the knowledge that his mother will not return in
under an hour. His mouth revives my cock and with the use of my saliva on
his bottom-hole together with the use of Vaseline, I pump my hot spunk deep
inside my son from behind as his favorite position is being taken
doggy-style. When the panting is over and my cock has softened, he kisses
me and we lay together, cuddling each other until we hear my wife's car in
the driveway.

My wife's shopping trip had been so extended because she is to spend 4 days
away on a course for her work. Because we are at the beginning of the local
school holidays, many boys will be out playing the whole day, out from
under their parents' feet, and no doubt some of them will be enjoying the
attention of other boys or even men. I think I'll go down to the park
tomorrow, maybe even take Carl with me. Let's see how the weather is in the
morning.



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