Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2016 14:55:47 -0300
From: James Fitzhugh <fitzh1943@gmail.com>
Subject: Venturer Scout 11

The Venturer Scout -11

by: James FitzHugh <FitzH1943@gmail.com>

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+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 11 So!
That's it? Charlie just feeds you a load of cream for the coffee you
slurped off his treasure trail?" Asked Aaron with a big smile on his face.
"Yeah," piped in Dickie. "There's got to be more. Way more."  "Well, that
was the first time, you guys. Of course, there was more. We had a whole ten
days more." Said Rod staring back at each one of his audience
members. "But, maybe I will continue the story another time. We have to
hear from Dickie yet."  "Not to worry, guys" said Aaron looking directly
into Rob's eyes. "I'm a master at pillow talk. I'll drag the whole bloody
story out of him one load of cum at a time."  "You wish, scout boy," said
Rob smiling back at the high school kid with the beautiful big dick that
had so far conquered his mouth and throat.  "How many days were there,
again, Rob? Oh right! Didn't you say you spent 10 days in the cabin by the
lake? So, college boy, maybe we should set a schedule like, let's say, one
more story covering each of the ten days as I feed you ten of my plentiful
loads. Huh? Huh?" suggested Aaron reaching under the table and pulling
Rob's hand over to rest on his swelling crotch.  "Okay! Okay! But, before
we get into another seduction story from Dickie, how about you, Aaron,
telling us about your first experience," suggested Michael.  "I can do that
guys, but you're going to be awfully disappointed," replied Aaron. "It's
just a simple case of taking advantage of an opportunity and a kid who, up
until that moment, had no idea he was a cocksucker-in-waiting."  "Okay! So
let me get this straight," asked Michael looking over at Aaron. "You've
never sucked cock nor had a cock up your ass?"  "No! Definitely not,"
replied Aaron. "But! That's not to say I haven't had the hots for someone
pretty special," he said referring to Nicholas, "but, and it is just that -
a but, He hasn't asked me and I haven't volunteered."  "Fuck!" moaned
Dickie. "The guy must be fuckin blind."  "I don't think so. I think, and
it's only an assumption on my part, that I'm not his type. Why I say that
is because I've seen him take down other jocks, use them and I do mean use
them," he emphasized the word 'use' "Once he's finished with them, he
throws them away or passes them along to someone looking for a new boy."
"And this Mr. Someone Special hasn't drawn a bead on you yet, Aaron?" asked
Michael.  "Nope! So far, he hasn't made a pass at me and we've been
involved in foursomes and threesomes." Aaron blurted out really saying more
than he wanted to but, at the same time, wanting to get the message into
the air to Michael that if he was interested in a threesome with him and
Rob, he'd be willing. He really didn't care about Dickie because they were
in the same swim club which meant that anytime they travelled, he could
always have Dickie for a roommate unless, of course, he had other prey in
his sights.  "Maybe I can move to that little village you live in Aaron and
saddle up to the big fella." piped up Dickie in the midst of a giggle.
"You're shit out of luck, Dickie," laughed Aaron. "His regular boy has gone
away for a bit so, when he asked, I loaned him mine. We village folk take
care of our own, you know," said Aaron breaking into laughter.  "You really
did that?" asked Michael. "You really just loaned him your own boy until
his comes back?"  "Sure! Why not? We're best mates. His father is a local
scoutmaster. He is in the same Venturer Company that I am. He's a guy who
loves and needs regular emptying of his cum tank and he was hurtin because
he didn't have his boy around to service him. So, when he asked, I loaned
him mine." Aaron was not about to tell them of the threat Nicholas had made
at the time the deal was struck.  "And what do you do now that you don't
have your own boy?" asked Dickie.  "Well, I have my outlets, including Rod,
here and you, of course." Aaron replied again tapping Rod's hand which had
remained resting on his continuing to swell crotch. Rod's only response was
to drop his eyes to the table and turn a nice shade of not quite pink but
not quite noticeable red either. Whatever colour it was, it looked good on
him. "And, if the truth be known, I'm always on the prowl to teach someone
a new trade." Piped up Aaron with a little mischievous giggle.  "So,
Dickie. It's your turn," said Michael looking at the young swimmer.  "Well!
Let's see," said the young swimmer giving a look of thought and tapping his
right cheek with an upraised finger. "Ah, yes. The first time. It was with
another swimmer, a diver actually and that first time I actually got two
for the price of one."  "So did you do it in the pool, in the locker room,
in the shower or on the diving board?" Asked Michael with a grin spreading
from ear to ear.  "Nope!" replied Dickie, "although it did start in the
locker room after practice."  "Okay, that part we get," said Aaron. "You're
both in the locker room and?"  "Who's telling this story?" asked Dickie
getting just a little annoyed at being pushed. "It's my story and I'll tell
it the way I want. Is that clear?"  All three members of his now captive
audience nodded their heads in unison.  "So! Like I said. Pierre Leduc and
I....."  "You mean the Olympic Diver Pierre Leduc?" asked Aaron looking
over at his friend in amazement. "Fuck man, that's someone I wouldn't mind
getting up close and personal with?"  "What's so special about him?" asked
Rob looking a bit mystified.  "Do you remember Greg Louganis, the 2 time
Olympic Gold Diver who won his first gold medals back to back in the 1984
Olympics?"  Asked Aaron now getting all excited.  "Well! Of course I've
heard the name of Greg Louganis but I'm not into diving or swimming like
you guys are so I've no idea what he did or what medals he won," replied
Rob looking like a little boy lost.  "Fuck man!" chimed in Dickie. He is
the all-time champ. The man started competing in diving at age 10. By age
16, he had won his first Olympic silver medal on the platform in the 1976
Olympics. At age 24, he became the first man in over 50 years to win two
Olympic gold medals in diving by winning both the platform and springboard
events. Four years later, when he was competing against divers half his
age, he became the first man to win double gold medals for diving in two
consecutive Olympics. He is the champion we all want to be."  "Not to
mention that he had a body to die for either," added Aaron.  "Okay! I get
it. Olympic diver, lots of medals and titles, great body; what's this got
to do with what's his name. I think you said his name was Leduc,"
Interjected Michael.  "Well! Other than Pierre was Canada's hope for
Olympic Gold, he was a little taller than Louganis and he too had a body to
die for." Replied Dickie.  "So! How come we don't hear of him now?" asked
Rob.  "He was only 17, almost 18, when he was outed in the scandal sheets
by a jealous boyfriend. His father went all crazy in the media. He tried to
come off as being `holier than thou'. He publicly disowned his own son and
called him a tramp. Pierre couldn't take the pressure, suffered a nervous
breakdown and simply disappeared from public life. So the story goes,"
added Dickie, "a very wealthy patron spirited him away to somewhere in the
Caribbean and no-one's seen or heard from him since."  "Fuck!" snapped
Michael. "When will people get it? People aren't made gay, they're born gay
just as straights are born straight and bisexuals and transvestites are
born the way they are, too."  "Anyway, Dickie," suggested Rod looking at
the young swimmer, "tell us about you and Pierre."  "Okay, I was 14 at the
time and Pierre, I think, was on the backside of 16. We'd been practicing
for several hours. Pierre had left the pool ahead of me. I remained behind
to talk with one of my coaches. By the time I got to the locker room Pierre
was coming out of the shower. He was drying his hair with his towel so all
his juicy pieces were there for me to ogle."  "So you jumped his bones, or
what?" asked Michael.  "Will you fuck off and let me tell the story,"
snapped Dickie getting somewhat annoyed.  "Just tell us what happened in
your own words," replied Aaron reaching over and tapping Dickie's hand.
"Well, he and I got into a conversation about the advice the coach had
given me. Pierre said he didn't agree. With no plan whatsoever, I sat down
on the bench right in front of him as he told me what he thought I should
do and how I should do it. All the time he's, of course, drying off in
front of me and with him standing and me sitting, his dick was never far
from my face and I was fascinated by it."  "And why were you so fascinated
by his dick?" asked Rob.  "Because it was the biggest soft dick I'd ever
seen and I just couldn't figure out how he got all that equipment into a
speedo," came the honest reply. "As he was drying his lower back and butt
he slowly moved the towel around behind my head and gently drew me to the
target."  "You mean he was going for a blow job right there in a public
locker room?" Asked Rob getting somewhat excited.  "Nope! All he did was
apply a little forward pressure to bring my lips in close enough to touch
his big bulbous crown," replied Dickie.  "That's it? That's all there was
to your first time?" remarked Rob getting somewhat frustrated at the lack
of a story.  "Of course, not, silly. He didn't really keep me that close to
his trophy all that long and what surprised me even more was that while his
big piece of equipment started to chub, it never actually got rock solid
hard."  What happened then?" asked Michael.  "He held my head close to his
dick and asked me to look up at him which I quickly did. He looked down
into my eyes and asked me if I wanted to go to a movie?" said
Dickie. "Fuck, if Pierre had asked me to run with him across the plains of
the Serengeti National Park in Africa with all those lions, tigers and
other meat eaters chasing me for a piece of my butt, I'd have put my track
shoes on." Said the young swimmer with a grin spreading from ear to ear.
"So! Which did you get to first, the Serengeti or the theatre?" asked Aaron
joining in the light laughter coming from the other listeners.
"Thankfully," laughed Dickie, "It was the theatre. Do you know how fast
those bloody tigers and particularly those cheetahs can run and me with not
much meat on my ass?"  It took a few minutes for the laughter to calm down.
"Okay! So you went off to a theatre." Replied Michael taking a sip of his
drink.  "Yeah! There was this little theatre not all that far down the way
from the Bay store. I'd seen it before but I'd never looked too closely at
its billboards. I didn't know that it was a gay theatre," said Dickie
reaching for his glass. One of Pierre's cousins ran the place and Pierre
had a permanent pass.  "I know the one you mean," said Michael. "I went
there with a mate of mine once. During the first show, I went downstairs to
the washroom and ended up getting a fantastic blowjob from some young
dude. Then during the second film, I went down again and got a second from
the same guy. I was tempted to kidnap the little bastard and take him back
to the apartment to feed him on a permanent basis." Again, chuckles broke
out around the table.  "But now you have Rod, here," said Aaron gently
rubbing Rod's leg under the table. "As you'll find found out, I've trained
him well."  "Okay, Dickie, back to the story," said Michael looking over at
Aaron and smiling.  "Yeah, right. After we got dressed I followed Pierre
down through all the sidewalk traffic. Our swimming facility wasn't really
all that far from the center of the City so it was really a pleasant walk
on a nice day. And, it was a nice day with a slight warm breeze, the sounds
of chatter coming from the sidewalk cafes and Pierre wanted to walk. So,
like the very obedient puppy dog, I walked and because of his long strides,
I always ended up at least two, if not three, steps behind him. But
periodically, he'd stop, let me catch up and then step off again."  So we
get to the theatre, Pierre shows whoever's working the booth his pass and
before I know it his big hand is resting on my shoulder guiding me through
the double doors on the right. Actually, since you've been there Mike, you
know that there's a double set of doors on either side of the ticket booth
that opens onto the aisles leading down to the screen area.  I have to tell
you guys, that if you've never seen it, you have to let your minds wander
back to the days of the grand, tiered theatres with private boxes around
each side wall and a rather large seating gallery for the peasants that
took up the whole back wall. If someone had the time and the money to
restore the old girl to its former glory, I'd say it would be a grand
theatre. Pierre later told me that the upper area was locked and, except
for regular fire checks by the fire department, no-one's been up there in
years.  Anyway the upper area isn't part of the story except for the fact
that on the right hand side, there is an open area with five rows of six
seats across stretching back under the overhanging balcony. On the left
hand side, a wall had been built flush with the overhanging balcony and is
used as the storage room for the cleaning equipment, old billboards and a
lot of other old stuff. An old movie buff would probably have a field day
in there.  Michael, being Michael, jumped back in to move Dickie along.
"Okay, old theatre, movie buff's dream, storage room on the left, open
seating area on the right.  We get the picture, so move on."  So anyway,
instead of walking down the aisle to find seats somewhere in the middle
area, Pierre steers me off to the right and rather than moving down the
aisle that follows the wall, Pierre moves back into the seats under the
balcony. Once, he picks out where he wants us to sit and I'm seated, he
whispers in my ear that he's going out to get some munchies and pop for us
and that I shouldn't go anywhere.  "Where was I gonna go?" asked Dickie
lifting up his glass to take a sip of his beer. "So, there I was sitting in
the back of the theatre, in what I now refer to as the bloody black hole of
Calcutta, and as my eyes adjusted to the very dim lighting, I began looking
around. I don't know how many people that old theatre could hold when full
but it would have to be several hundred anyway and that wouldn't have been
counting the box seating nor the large balcony above us. I could see heads
in the distance and if I had bothered to count there might have been maybe
a hundred people at best, most of whom were spread out with a lot being
singles but a few pairs thrown in for good measure. Pierre told me that
most of the people who attended the matinees were old guys while the young
studs usually frequented the place at night for, what he called, money and
a blowjob on the fly.  Pierre soon came back with one large bucket of
popcorn and one ginormous jug of dark pop with two large straws. We sat
there for a few minutes in the dimly lit theatre waiting for the 1st of two
films to begin. Then the lights dimmed even further and some space
adventure movie began. It was a gay remake on the 2001 movie, Space
Odyssey. HAL the computer, keeps track of the crew who were all gay
astronauts. So, there were four or five different scenes where the
different spacemen coupled, sucked and fucked their way through the stars
while HAL made sure to bump off every one of the crew except the man HAL
was in love with. Problem, same as in the original movie, HAL has gone off
the rails and the guy he loves has to terminate him. Good film, lots of
sex, some really gorgeous bodies sporting some decent sized equipment."
Michael was only too ready to move things along again. "Okay, we get
it. Murdering computer, lots of sex, astros being popped off. We get that
part so now how about you and the Pierre part?"  "Geez, you guys are always
in a rush," retorted Dickie taking another sip of beer to wet his whistle.
"We're interested in the juicy parts between the humans, not those in the
movie either." Michael shot back.  "Okay! Okay! I get it. So there we were
quietly watching the first scene when Pierre took my hand and moved it to
his crotch."  "Feel anything you'd like to try?" he asked slowly moving my
hand up and over his very quickly expanding cock.  "Of course, I didn't
waste any more time. Slowly, I undid the button holding his pants together
then reached for the zipper. He bent over to kiss me as I slowly lowered
his zipper. Then, lifting his ass, I was able to push his clothing down to
his ankles. What appeared in front of me was a beautiful, solid 8 and some
inches of cock meat. It had a rather small head but it spread out in size
all the way to the base which had a very small sculptured bush above
it. His cock is what I would now and forever refer to as a real cunt or
throat stretcher because once he got it into a person whether it be a
female or a male, his was a weapon that stretched the cunt to accommodate
his size or it slowly snaked its way into a throat and wedged itself there
so that when he shot his load, it went straight down into the belly.  I
lifted his shirt and slowly kissed my way down to his little bush, kissed
my way around the bush and the cock base to lick his balls and then slowly
gave his cock a real tongue bath as I worked my way to the beautiful small
circumcised crown. The problem was rapidly becoming that bloody arm rest
between us and I was taking his cock side on which, because of the
expanding width, I found very difficult. Pierre reached into his bag that
he had deposited on the other side of him, drew out a used towel and
recommended that I put it on the floor between his legs. Once I had it
folded and placed it at the toes of his shoes, he slowly helped ease me
down to my knees between his wide open knees.  "There ya go, Dickie," he
said. "Now take your time and savour everything you have wanted to do and
never done."  As I was giving his breeding tube a real tongue bath I
suddenly became aware that I was on my knees in a theatre with maybe a
hundred or so people scattered around the main floor. Something like panic
gripped me and I made the move to get up but Pierre slowly began massaging
my shoulders. I relaxed. And, as he felt me relax he leaned down and kissed
me on the forehead. "Not to worry, Dickie," he said. "Everybody's ahead of
us and no-one is gonna bother looking back. From my having actually sat in
the middle of this theatre, I know for a fact that anyone looking back
can't see anything. It's too dark."  Once he'd said that I know I relaxed
and he settled back in his chair. He became interested in the actions of
the HAL character while I concentrated on giving him the best blowjob I
could even though I had no experience. But, like mine, Pierre's beautiful
cock was circumcised and I wrapped my lips around the knob and began to
suck just as if I was working on a nice juicy lolli. He must have got into
it because every now and then I would hear a soft moan. I really don't know
how long I was on my knees but I do know that he was slowly inching that
spear headed knob into the opening of my throat and the moment the hole of
my throat was plugged by that knob, he reached out and wrapped his hands
around my head.  "Oh shit...I'm gonna CUM...!" he announced. I snapping out
of my daydream as Pierre held my head in place. I couldn't take it into my
throat but mI had at least 7 inches and he was almost able to press my nose
into his my pubes. I actual;ly began to struggle trying to pull back but he
held firm.

"Arrrhhh..." he grunted as his dick swelled and then started to pulsate...!
"...ARRHHHHHH FUCK...FUCK...ARRHHHHHH...!!" he grunted in a voice that I am
sure carried as the first blast of his cum gushed out of him in a huge
burst! Pierre continued to groan as he fired the first 2 shots straight
into my throat! Then he pulled back until only the head was in my mouth
resting on my tongue. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly began
stroking the rest of his load into my oral cavity!

I was in the process of swallowing when this other guy sat down next to
Pierre. He was a rather big guy with wide shoulders and an infectious
smile.

"Whatcha doin, Pierre?" asked the newcomer.

"Just finished doin what you're here for, Ivan," replied Pierre bumping
fists with the guy.

"He any good?" asked Ivan looking down at me as Pierre slowly pulled his
now deflating dick from my mouth.

"Well! That would depend," replied Pierre looking over at his friend. He
can now comfortably take seven of mine but he might not be ready to swallow
all of yours. But, hey! Listen up Dickie," said Pierre slowly tucking his
equipment back into his pants. I have to get moving so why don't you stay
and take care of Ivan."

Without giving me time to respond Pierre stood up and slowly moved along
the aisle to exit the theater. Meanwhile, Ivan unfastened his jeans, pulled
out his behemoth and slowly slipped the big round head between my lips.

"And that was my first two for one day," smilled Dickie looking around at
his mates.

The boys wrapped things up, settled the bill and slowly made their way to
the club.



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