Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013 13:36:01 -0400
From: James Fitzhugh <fitzh1943@gmail.com>
Subject: Venturer Scout -03

The Venturer Scout -03

by: James FitzHugh <FitzH1943@gmail.com>

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While Aaron was in the kitchenette grabbing some drinks I put on a pair of
pants and went to my telephone to make three important calls.

If I don't call my ma at least once a week, I'm in deep doodoo and then I'd
get badgered by my sister until she comes down, sits at my table and nags
me till I dial the number. The good thing is my sister is still in Europe
for another five weeks, at least, so I don't have to put up with the
badgering. I decided today was the day I'd tell my ma I hadn't died or been
jailed yet and find out what her latest ailment was or who she was pooping
on this week. I usually put her on speaker so I can get on with doing
whatever I was doing or needed to do.

The second call I needed to make was to my advisor. I needed to set up an
appointment for the first of the week to plot the next phase of my thesis.

And the third call was going to be to a Norwegian bud of mine. He's a great
sort; a few years younger than me at 19 going my 25. He's a lacrosse player
on the university team, tall, well-built with a superb washboard stomach on
which I always spend hours licking every which way and back, well hung,
with a lot of red hair from his neck to the top of his fantastic thighs and
who just happens to be a fantastic cook. Oh yeah! He keeps a nice wine
cellar too.  He has access to a family owned cottage up north in the
mountains that has an absolutely beautiful view of the valley below. He's a
nice quiet fellow until you get him in bed, then all hell breaks loose. I
definitely need an away weekend for an oil change and Gjert is just the
mechanic who can do it. That boy pumps more juice per infusion than anyone
else I know.

A half hour later I'm finished. Aaron's been sitting on the couch watching
a European football match while I'm on the phone and no-doubt heard the
entire conversation with my mother. Whether or not he picked up on any of
the raunchy comments he heard me say to Gjert (I was smart enough to turn
off the speakerphone) I won't know until something tickles his fancy and he
makes reference to it. Anyway I've finished doing what I had to do so as I
wandered over to my bedroom area to fix up the bed, Aaron comes back in and
plunks himself back down on that exact same spot of the bed he sat on twice
before. I wonder if that boy is quietly trying to send me a signal that
he's staking a claim.

"You ready now?" he asks but not without a hint of impatience.

"Yes. Where were we?" I decided that if I was going to hear this tale I
might as well get comfortable so I lay back down on the bed with my head
propped up on my four pillows.

"I told you how I set everything up with Dicky to go into the City and stay
at his place over the weekend."

"My first question is ?. Did you actually intend to spend any time at
Dicky's place or were you hoping for something else?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Maybe you were hoping to spend some time between the sheets
at Rod's place?"

"Nah! That's too far ahead. And, besides he's got a roommate. How do I know
the roommate, Mike, isn't more than just a roommate? Maybe they're two best
buds who have an open relationship. I don't fuckin know. So nope, I think I
just want to stay loose and see what happens."

"And how was Dicky to fit into this devious plan of yours?"

"I really didn't have a plan. If things didn't work out with Rod on the
Friday night, I'd go back and sleep over at his place. I also told Dicky
that we could spend time together on Saturday either going to a movie or
sporting event. Maybe we really would go to the pool and get some practice
in. And, don't forget Dicky offered to take me to the Dragon Fly on
Saturday night. So, I figure, if I didn't get my dick wet on Friday night,
maybe Dicky and I would score at the club on Saturday night and I'd come
home on Sunday ? a happy camper."

"Okay! You have this ingenious and deviously flexible plan in place, so
then what happened?"

"So Friday came. I skipped my 2nd and 3rd periods of the afternoon. I told
Brother Michael, our principal, that I was away to the big city for
swimming practice and, because he's a great fan, he didn't even bother to
question. Mom and Dad were out and the brats were at school. So, I gathered
up my things and, like Santa Claus at Christmas, I checked my list twice. I
made sure I had my wallet with the credit card, watch, speedo, two changes
of clothes, sleeping gear, toiletries, reading glasses."

"You wear reading glasses? I did not know that."

"There's a lot of things you don't know, boss"

"Get on with the shopping list."

"Wasn't my shopping list, boss. It was my fancy free weekend on the loose
list."

"Okay, rather than have you start listing all the items in your bag, can we
just assume you had everything you were going to need and get on with the
story."

"Okay. So I get my ass down to the bus station to take the three o'clock
bus into the City. You don't take the bus, boss, but did you know it takes
an hour and twenty minutes to get from the bus station to the underground
station?"

"No! I did not. You're not going to give me the description of the scenery
along the bus route are you? You know I do drive to and from the university
in the city quite often."

"Nope. I won't describe the scenery but I will tell you what happened on
the bus."

"What could the boring hour and twenty minute bus ride to the head of the
underground possibly contribute to your weekend tale?"

"You'd be surprised, boss. Sometimes I really believe God has a plan."

"Aaron, as much as I believe in God and His wondrous ways, somehow I don't
think He had anything to do with your planning a weekend of debauchery."

"Okay! Don't believe me. But, just listen."

I was beginning to lose interest in Aaron's tale. Maybe it was not as
interesting as he was trying to make it out to be. Maybe he just went to
the city, met up with Rod, had dinner in a fast food place, decided nothing
was going to happen and ended up spending the weekend with Dicky. Well,
there was always Saturday night at the Dragon Fly. It all seemed a likely
scenario to me.

"Okay, I'm listening."

"So I get to the downtown bus station. There's not many there. I would have
thought that on a Friday afternoon there would be a lot of people going
into the City to enjoy a night on the town but all there were was about ten
people. Six of them were gray and blue haired grannies, three of them were
older men and one of them is another kid from my school."

"So someone else had decided to skip classes and make a run to the City for
a wild weekend."

"Nah! His parents would never allow that sort of thing. They probably got
him in church from Friday after school till Monday morning just before
school starts, poor sod."

"So! You know this chap then?"

"Yup! Remember I told you about the kid who lived over on Carleton Street;
the kid who paid a lot of attention to my junk when he came to the YMCA
with us."

"I vaguely remember you mentioning something about someone you were
interested in."

 "Yeah! That's him. Anyway, he's with his mother and they're going into the
City to attend some religious convention or something. Out of earshot of
his mother, he tells me he's going to be staying at his grans over the
weekend and he hates the whole idea because his gran is even more religious
than his own folks. But his dad is one of the speakers at this convention
or whatever they call it, so he's no choice."

"I can't say that it would be a weekend he would be looking forward to."

"Not bloody likely."

"So what happened?"

"Well I'd seen his mom before and, his mom knows my mom, so she lets him
come sit with me on the bench and we chat away about everything and nothing
waiting for the bus which eventually rolls in some 15 minutes late. It's
one of those big new buses with the high back head rests. Really neat if
you want to grab 40 winks on your way into the City in the morning or
you're tired on the way home from work."

"Is there a reason I need to know what kind of bus it is, Aaron?" I asked
trying not to sound too bored.

"Yeah, boss. You need to picture this bus in your head if you're going to
understand what happened next. You know big, long," he said stretching out
his arms to emphasis the point he was making, "with rows and rows of big
high backed seats with a nice big bench under the back window that someone
could lay down on, if they wanted to."

"One of those long distance buses with the bathroom in the back?"

"No boss. It was one of those used by the bus company to move large groups;
you know, like the Ladies Altar Society going into the city on a shopping
trip, or, one of the choirs from here to give a performance in one of the
local senior's complexes or in the city, or, taking one of the teams,
because they have underneath storage spaces for the equipment, to other
schools in the region. You know ... over short distances only kind of
thing. No bathroom."

"Okay, I got it. So, you and this other chap, what's his name? Did you ever
bother to find out what his name was, Aaron?"

"Sure thing boss! I found out his name was Devon C?. He's fifteen. A really
good striker on the school soccer team because I've seen him in action. And
he's a member of the Boy's Glee Club. He's also a guy who likes camping
but, because of the family's dedication to their church; he never gets the
chance to go except maybe one weekend during the summer with the church
youth group; you know the kind, boss, heavily controlled program with lots
of bible study and overly chaperoned. No bloody fun if you ask me."

"So you and Devon were chatting it up, his mother is within striking
distance keeping a watchful eye on you and her precious baby and the bus
rolls in. That right?"

"That's it boss. Only, I don't think she was interested in me or her son at
the time because she was pretty involved in the conversation she was having
with two of the blue haired grans."

"Alright! If I must listen to the details of this bus trip, then let's get
on the bloody thing and be on our way."

"Okay. So the bus rolls in. The other passengers get on the bus. His mom is
not paying any attention to us because she's still trying to convert the
two grans. So! After everyone else is on, you know respect for our elders
type thing, we get on. Once I hand my ticket to the driver, I look up and
notice everyone is sitting in the first 10 rows. I wasn't even thinking
anything special at the time except that Devon and I could continue our
conversation on the bench at the back of the bus. Maybe the trip into the
city wouldn't be boring because we could, at least, talk about the wins and
losses of our high school soccer team."

"Okay now. You're on the bus with Devon and both of you are sitting in the
back seat. I get it."

"Well Devon is walking ahead of me. I half expected him to sit with or near
his mom but when he gets to where she is sitting opposite the two grans,
still deep in conversation, he stops, bends down, kisses her on the cheek
and says to her, 'Going to sit with Aaron in the back, mom.' I half
expected her to reach out, grab him and pull him into the empty seat beside
her but, no. She just says, 'Fine, dear' and we continue on our way."

"So you now have Devon in the back with you for the duration of the trip
and mommy's away up front still busy converting the two grans. And, there's
what? Maybe another 10 or twelve empty seats in front of you, that right?"

"That's it, boss."

"So the two of you settle in for the trip and then what happens?"

"Well! When we got to the back seat, I squeezed past him and took the
window. We both put our bags on the floor between our feet and settled
in. We're on about something but I can't remember what it was and then
Devon asks me a question and breaks whatever my train of thought was at the
time."

"So what did he ask you that broke your concentration?"

"Right out of the blue, he asks me if I have a girlfriend?"

"To which you said?"

"Well, I told him the truth. I told him that I had been playing around with
Jessica and that I had her give me a blowjob once but that she was all
teeth and wouldn't take my load."

"He started on another bunch of questions about blowjobs so I sat back like
I was his big brother and told him about my trip to the Dragon Fly. And it
was just about the time I was describing the interior of the club and my
drinking two beers but before the washroom episode that it dawned on me."

"What dawned on you Aaron?"

"That if I played my cards just right, I might just break in a new
cocksucker, my very own private cocksucker at that."

"You were going to turn this kid on the bus with his overly religious
mother with the long fangs only a few feet away?"

"Sure! Why the fuck not? What's that old sailor's saying, 'Any port in a
storm, mate'. And if this boy was curious, I was just the guy to help him
out and I have the ideal piece of equipment to train him on." And the
little bugger sitting on the end of my bloody bed of all places decides
then and there to rub his crotch. There was no doubt in my mind that the
little conniving sod was working himself up to something.

"Okay, get on with the story."

"Well I was describing the club and laying it on a little thick about all
the good looking studs hanging about, drinking, talking and playing
kneezies; with some even kissing in public."

"I have a feeling you were a young man on a mission?"

"You can bet I was. He was interested. I was willing to become his teacher
although we didn't have a lot of time, maybe only an hour. And if I could
steer it my way, I was going to get him to wrap his lips around my big cock
and turn him to my personal benefit."

"Okay, get on with it."

"So I'm setting up the club scene and I'm talking about drinking my
beer. That makes me sound like the big guy. I stop the story for a moment,
reach down into my bag and bring out a small bottle of pop that I'd brought
along for the trip. I unscrew the cap, bring it up to my lips and take a
healthy swig. Not wanting to be a shit, I offered the bottle to Devon and I
watched him as he drew his tongue along his lips and tipped the bottle. He
didn't wipe off the top of the bottle; he just applied his lips where mine
had been a few seconds ago and drank. Fuck, as I watched him, I could
easily picture that tongue swirling around the leaking knob of my dick."

"Aaron!" I barked.

"Sorry boss. Anyway, I went back to the story of the club and started
telling him about the trip down to the washroom. He was all ears. As I told
him about the guys lining the walkway to the washroom, those just standing
around waiting for the catch of the day, those smoking cigarettes or,
better still, a joint and those making out, I just lifted his hand from his
lap and dropped it on my crotch. You know, because of his religious
upbringing I half expected him to pull his hand away in disgust. But he
didn't. So I went on with the story."

"That's it. You just let him cop a feel?"

"Hang on boss; I'm getting to it. So there we were sittin there with me
holdin his hand down on my rising dick. I'm describing the part about my
going into the washroom and as I'm doin that, with my other hand, I reach
up under my shirt front to undo the button holding my jeans together, take
a hold of my zipper and slowly pull it down. The kid was so involved in the
story I was telling him, I don't even think he noticed. But he sure as hell
noticed when I brought his hand over the now open jeans and he could feel
the heat of my hard on because you never saw a pair of eyes move downward
so fast. I didn't force him. Totally on his own, and because I wasn't
wearing my jockeys, he reached in and slowly worked at bringing my 8 inches
of breeding tube into the open."

"So at this stage, he's moving on automatic pilot with eyes glazed over or
he's moving like someone who's allowed his curiosity to get the better of
him?"

"I'd say the kid was being driven by his own curiosity, boss. He never took
his eyes off of it. I saw him lick his lips and once I saw that I was
determined that he was going to take it and there'd be no backing down."

"And how were you intending on accomplishing that, may I be so rude to
ask?"

"That was goin to be easy boss. I was simply gonna feed it to him."

"And you'd achieve this how, exactly?"

"Well I was still relating my story. He had now fished my dick out of my
jeans. He's got his fingers, which barely make it, around the shaft and
he's slowly sliding his hand back and forth. He doesn't seem to understand
what comes next. I could have wrapped my hand around the back of his head
and eased his head down to my cock but I decided then and there to take a
more direct approach. I pressed his shoulder gently to encourage him to
slouch down in the seat."

"And the direct approach was?"

"I was telling him that part about Rod having taken my cock in hand and how
he was jacking me just like Devon was jackin me. And, as I was doin that, I
lifted my butt and slid my jeans partway down my legs. I continued telling
him that part of the story where Rod got down on one knee and was licking
the head of my dick before he slipped it between his lips. As I was
whispering that part in Devon's ear I manoeuvred myself up and around so
that now I was kneeling up in front of him with my knees on the outside of
his legs and the head of my cock just about brushing his lips. He didn't
move. He didn't protest in any way. I was slowly bent over him making sure
the driver couldn't see us and so that I could whisper in his ear. I was at
that part of the story where I said, 'the guy leaned forward, opened his
mouth and slowly let my cock slip into him'. And, just as I said that, I
easily moved my hips forward, not violently thrusting but gently easing,
and sure enough Devon parted his lips and the head of my cock entered that
deliciously warm cavity of his mouth."

"You make it sound like it was so easy."

"It was easy boss. He was so enthralled with my story and so mesmerized by
the one eyed monster staring him in the eyes; I don't even think he knew
what was on my agenda but if he was, he was obviously willing to go along
with the program. So there he was, slouched down in the seat with the first
few inches of my eight inches now definitely between his lips. I reminded
him about the need to cover his teeth. I told him I didn't want another
Jessica on my hands. But, by the fuck, this kid took to my cock like a baby
duck takes to water. And let me tell you, boss. I worked over that kids
mouth and throat like there was gonna be no tomorrow. And the beautiful
thing is; the kid has no gag reflex. So, after slowly getting him to take a
few inches at a time, I finally had his lips and his nose firmly trapped
with no empty space between my abs, my crotch hair and his face. And once
he'd managed to take all 8 inches, let me tell you I went to town giving
him the first and most memorable face fuck of his life."

"And you got away with this? No-one upfront heard you? The driver didn't
see you?"

"We were being so quiet back there that I think they forgot about us. When
I was on my way up to the top of the mountain and was about to drop my
load, I gave one last shove, sent my cock deep into Devon's throat and let
her fly. I think I christened him with at least a pint of cream. Fuck, it
was awesome. And he never lost a drop."

I was just about to ask him what happened after that when the phone rang. I
reached over and picked it up. Once I answered it, I handed it to Aaron
because it was his mother. Aaron stood up and as he was speaking he, and I
am not so sure it was subconscious, rubbed what was very obviously a very
solid hard-on.

When he was finished talking with his mom I was getting ready to push him
on the story of the rest of his weekend, but he informed me that his mom
wanted him home because they had guests for dinner and she wanted him to
get ready. So, as the boy walked around my bed to put the phone on the
cradle, he looked at me with a mischievous grin on his face and as he once
again rubbed that big piece of equipment said; "I could sure use Devon's
hot mouth right now. Betcha you and Gjet could get it on too, eh boss?"

I went to make a caustic comment but with that sly little innuendo, the
bloody sod was out the door giggling his fool head off.

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