Date: Sat, 18 Jan 2014 09:45:09 -0400
From: James Fitzhugh <fitzh1943@gmail.com>
Subject: Venturer Scout -06

The Venturer Scout -06

by: James FitzHugh <FitzH1943@gmail.com>

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"And just why would I miss you, Aaron? I haven't seen you since Monday;
there's been no wind to speak of; and, I keep my screen door closed so
nothing can get blown into my living area I don't want in here."

"Are you saying you don't look forward to my visits, boss? Now, I'm really,
really disappointed. And here I thought I was the sunshine of your day."

"Aaron, bite your tongue. If I woke up on a beautiful sunny day, as I did
this morning by the way, and you darken my doorway, it would be the end of
whatever I was doing. You're a total distraction. Sometimes a welcomed one;
but sometimes I wish I was in the cement business."

"Why would you want to be in the cement business, boss? We all know you
have trouble finding the right end of a screwdriver to use and, when it
comes to those multiple headed ones, you have less than a clue. Your sister
says you're lousy at housekeeping because you never remember to put the
soap in the water bucket or change the filter in the vacuum cleaner. And
Richard, your brother-in-law, says he loves you to death but you haven't,
to use his words now not mine, got a fuckin clue what's between the front
and rear bumpers of your car. So! Why the cement business, boss?" he asked
as he made a beeline for my refrigerator. With pop in hand he didn't gently
lay down on the couch; he bounced onto the couch.

"Did you know that the cement business was very important to the mafia
bosses, Aaron? It might still be for all I know."

"Why's that boss?

"Because, dear boy, it was important to the development of the shoe
industry."

"You're shittin me, right boss?"

"Yes", I said as I slowly made my way to the cupboard in which I kept my
wine and other liquor. As I passed the back of the couch I very quickly
reached down and started tickling him. "Because the Mafia bosses could
provide cement shoes and get rid of their enemies like the snitches and
their double dealing drug dealers. So! When you annoy me, I could get rid
of you."

I may not know everything about Aaron but I do know that he's ticklish. In
seconds, he was rolling around on the couch, darn near fell on the floor,
was nearly to the point of tears and quickly began calling for me to
stop. I stopped and continued on to the cupboard, reached in and brought
out a bottle of Australian Chardonnay.

I thoroughly enjoy French and South African wines and serve them as a
matter of habit when I have guests. I've experimented with Italian
labels. I'm really not all that keen on Canadian or American labels. I find
them too new and underdeveloped. But there is a winery in Eastern Canada
that really does produce some excellent wines. That winery was founded by a
German family with many years in the industry in Germany and I've added
them to my wish list of wines to taste over the coming year. I was also
only just beginning to explore several Australian labels at the suggestion
of an Australian friend.

As I was pulling the cork out of the bottle, the little sod looked over at
me and asked probably the silliest question I'd heard all day. "When you
gonna let me have some of that, boss?"

"When your father says you can or you're 39, whichever comes first?" I said
as I poured myself a glass.

"Shit! I'm sixteen, boss."

"Right and you're still under the legal drinking age. Now just imagine,
Aaron, what would happen to me if I gave you a glass of wine and one day
you're out with your mates and you let it slip that you had wine at my
place. Let's say one of these tight mates of yours asks his parents for
wine at their next Sunday meal and they say 'No'. But, in response, your
mate says, 'Well, Mr. FitzHugh let Aaron have some.' The shit would hit the
fan. His parents would tell your parents. Your parents would have a go at
me and knowing your father, he'd call the fuckin chief constable. I could
be charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor, yada, yada,
yada; and, faster than you could say Rumplestiltskin, I would definitely be
thrown out of the scouting movement. That Aaron would just be for
starters."

"Sorry boss. I should have thought it through. But can I ask you another
question?"

"Sure"

"Just who the hell is Rumple whatever his name is?"

"Have you never read the children's stories by the Brothers Grimm?"

"No, don't think so."

"It's a children's story collected and, with other stories of the time,
printed in a book back in the early 1800's. But I'm not going to tell you
who he is; rather, I'm going to let you find out for yourself", I said
walking over to one of my bookcases. I looked around for a bit, pulling out
this and that book and, when I found it, I handed it to him. "I've used
this book to read bedtime stories to my nephews a number of times. But you
can read it for yourself, in your own good time and, please, do return the
book to me when you're finished."

"Gee, thanks boss. It looks like an old book. I'll take care of it and
return it when I've read the story."

"While you are reading the one; you may find others in there you might
like. My granddad bought me that book for my birthday when I turned six and
together over the years before he died, we read every story in the book.

"Really, boss?"

"Yes! Really, Aaron."

"I'll look after it boss. I might even take it with me on Thursday. Oh! By
the way, my mom said to tell you that you can drop by later this evening,
maybe around 8 she said, and pick up that Power of whatever it is the
lawyer guy is bringing them. Dad wants to talk to you anyway before he
goes."

"Were you surprised the Diving Association called?"

"My coach was pretty glad. He says I was overlooked last time but now
there's a spot that's opened up on the Junior National Team. I've competed
in all the groups but 'A' which is the group for 16 to 18 year olds. I
started out in a diving club here in the County and then they sent me to
the one I now belong to in the City. That's why I go to the YMCA Olympic
size pool on Bradford Street, near your university, to practice. The pool
here only has the low and intermediate towers but doesn't have the high
tower."

'Ah yes. I meant to tell you." I said changing the subject. "I met with
Devon's father the other day at the little deli in the strip mall. I could
have said I had lunch with him; but I didn't. I ate; he didn't."

"You didn't say anything, did you boss?"

"Of course not. Anyway, Mr. C?..  told me that Devon has expressed an
interest in joining the Venturer Company. Is that true? Is he your
candidate?"

"Sure is, boss? I have to help him escape from those religious nuts he
calls his parents."

"Aaron! Do you even know his parents other than what Devon has told you
about them?"

"Well, no boss. I can only go by what Devon told me. He described them as
religious fanatics. He wasn't happy that weekend he had to go to the
convention and stay at his grans. He doesn't like all that bible study crap
they make him attend either."

"Well, Aaron. I can tell you that his father is neither a Neanderthal nor a
Troglodyte. He does walk upright; he does not drag his arms on the ground
when he walks; and, he has the gift of speech. He does not grunt when he
talks. He seems to have some real personal concerns about his son's
development that he's afraid could seriously impact on his calling as an
associate pastor of his church. Does any of this make sense to you?"

"After I get past what a Troglodyte is, I think so boss. I've never heard
of them before but what you're saying is; I don't know the entire story;
only Devon's side."

"That's right, Aaron. Remember! There are always three sides to a
story. Yours, the one the other guy has and, somewhere in the middle, is
the truth."

"Right, boss."

"Now, do you have the membership form for Devon so he can fill it out and
get his parents to sign?"

"No! It was one of the reasons I came over."

I got up and walked into my bedroom area where I had stashed my scouting
briefcase. I put it on the bed, opened it and rummaged through its contents
until I found the required form. In the meantime, Aaron, true to form,
followed me and plunked himself down in the exact same spot he always
favours on my bed.

"So, how are you and Devon getting on?"  I asked taking an envelope from
the briefcase, folding the application form, sliding it into the envelope,
writing the words 'application form' on its face and handed it to Aaron.

"Everything is just like you always say, boss. It's all tickety boo."
replied the boy in his usual cheery manner.

"And what does that mean, exactly?" I enquired closing my briefcase and
stashing it next to my dresser.

"I got him in training, boss. That's all I mean."

"In training for what?" I asked as I almost unconsciously, at least I
wasn't paying attention to what I was doing, stacked the pillows against
the headboard and lay down.

"Well, you see, boss, he's a natural. He sucks cock with the suction power
of a vacuum clean and I don't have to do anything but lead him and his lips
by the hand to my zipper."

"Jeeeeez, Aaron, you have to be careful here." I said looking straight into
those beautiful blue eyes. "If his father or, for that matter, anyone else
finds out what's going on, you can bet your tender hot little ass that the
shit is going to hit the fan."

"Relax, boss. I got it covered. I'm never going to hurt the kid and I'll
never do anything with him anywhere we can get caught. I'm only giving him
what he wants?. My cock and a cup full of my own special brand of ball
churned cream now and again."

"Gawd, you are a cheeky devil", I said raising my left knee so I could
theoretically hide my rising boner. But, I was sure that Aaron knew how his
stories affected me. "So! Have you done anything with him since that first
time on the bus?" I asked.

"First things first, boss. What did you mean when you said I could bet my
tender hot little ass?"

"You know bloody well what I meant, you little pervert."

"So! You think I got a great ass, boss?"

"Yes."

"And"

"And what boss?"

"Aaron!" I shouted at him.

"Okay, boss. I'll tell you." He said with that sly grin of his slowly
spreading across his face. "On Tuesday morning, before our classes began, I
took him down to the Brothers changing room in the basement of their
monastery and fed him his breakfast."

"You did what? Where?" I snapped

"In the basement changing room over in the Monastery," he said. "Not to
worry, boss, it's rarely used by the Brothers and never first thing in the
morning. I wouldn't go there any time after classes begin because you just
never know when one of the younger brothers might be down there changing to
participate in a sports event with one of the school teams."

"Jumping Judas Priest, Aaron. But you are taking chances."

"Not really, boss. I've been sent down there a number of times. I've never
seen a Brother down there before school. But, I've also been down there
during classes for one thing or another, usually picking up equipment or
spare this or that, and I've seen several of the Brothers either going into
their change cubicles in their habits or coming out in their sports gear."

"And they don't mind your being there?"

"Well, if they do; none of them has said anything to me. Once, I even saw
Brother Ninian in nothing else but his boxers down there boss; he's the
youngest of the brothers at 20, I think. I have to say that you wouldn't
know the physique he's hiding under that flowing robe of his. He's built
like a brick shithouse with a set of abs on him that would make a lot of
girls and, I bet, a lot of boys drool."

"What? Don't tell me you've set your eyes on one of the Brothers now?"

"Nah! Not I boss. But if Brother Ninian ever signalled that he wanted to
come out and play with me; I've eight fucking inches that I could use on
him. I'd soon teach him he's in the wrong profession," he said falling back
on the bed laughing.

"Aaron, you're incorrigible"

"Why, boss?" he asked lifting himself up onto one elbow, looking straight
at me and letting his other hand grab his crotch. "You wanna come out and
play with me?"

"Aaron, cut that out. You know that you and I are never, ever going to
play." I barked back at him.

"You, better than me, should know that old expression, boss. 'Never say
never'." He said falling back onto his back and still laughing. I couldn't
help myself but joined him in his laughter. Don't anyone ever tell you that
teen boys don't know what they want. They might be subtle about it but they
definitely know what and who they want. At times, Aaron made me very
nervous.

"Anyway, what else happened with poor Devon?" I asked.

"Well this morning we again went over to the monastery changing room and I
gave him another good load for his breakfast. Then at noon, I was really
feeling horny so I picked him up and we went for a walk to the other side
of the golf course. There's an old farm house there deep in the
woods. Nicholas told me about it."

"So why did you go there?"

"Well it's one of those fluky afternoons, boss. Every once in a while the
Brothers give us the afternoon off. It could be a special religious feast
day for them or they might have a special visitor, like the Auxiliary
Bishop or maybe even His Eminence the Cardinal, himself, or there's a
medical crisis with one of the older Brothers. And, since we had the
afternoon off and we had the time, I thought we'd go there and I could talk
Devon's lips down over my horny dick again."

"And just how did you and Nicholas get into a discussion on this old
farmhouse?"

"Well! Nick told me that his cousin, also called Nicholas, who now goes to
university in Ontario, told him no-one uses it and he'd rigged the back
door so it can be opened. He also said that anyone looking at it from a
distance would think it was boarded up just like the rest of the
windows. And! Like I said, boss, I'm not out to hurt Devon or to have
anyone else find out about his favourite pastime."

"And you can get into this place even though it's boarded up?"

"Yeah! Nick told me about the Newfoundlander, Colin or something like that,
who squatted in the place last summer and worked at the golf course on the
maintenance crew. (see ?..
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tricked.html). He also told me
that the guy had a kid who lived in the village as his private cocksucker
during the summer and, when he was ready to leave on his trip out west, he
transferred the kid over to his cousin. And, when his cousin left for
Ontario, this kid was transferred over again to our Nickolas and Nick said
that he's been using him as his private cocksucker ever since, well up
until two weeks ago."

"I don't believe you. Is every young stud in this village using a
cocksucker for relief?"

"Well I wouldn't say every young stud, boss. But there's me, Nicholas,
Emmett and Paulo for sure. I know that because we sometimes talk about
it. You see, Nicholas told me and I told him; Emmett was talking with Nick;
Paulo talked to Emmett and he introduced Paulo to Nick. So, gradually, we
became the four amigos."

"And each of you has a boy?"

"Well, now I do. Nick's boy is on a special course and studying in the
Capitol where he's living with his aunt for the next three or more months;
so Nick's on the lookout for a new boy. Emmett, he's 18 and in Grade 11,
has a boy of his own; and, Paulo, the son of the Italian baker whose 17 and
in Grade 10 swings back and forth like a pendulum on a clock between boys
and girls. We're never sure from one day to the next who he's into but, I
do know, several of the cheerleaders are bragging that they can't walk
properly for days after he's ridden them."

"And you all know about each other?"

"Of course, boss. We're friends and we talk amongst ourselves. Nicholas,
Emmett and Paulo are not shy when it comes to telling each other the tales
of their exploits and I sure as hell wish I was getting as much as the
three of them were."

"As interesting as it is, let's get back to poor Devon."

"Okay, so I told you Nick had told me about this house in the
woods. Apparently he and the other two go there from time to time with
their latest intended conquest. I've never been in the house but Nick told
me about the furniture that had been left on the ground floor and the three
beds that are upstairs. I guess each of them has a bedroom and Nick says
whenever he goes there; he can hear the bed springs squeaking in the room
used by Paulo. Nick even brags that sometimes he and Paulo will tag team."

"And how does Devon fit into this whole thing?"

"Well boss, since we had the afternoon off, I decided that I'd go and
explore this old house for myself and in the process, I'd get Devon to go
down on me a second time. I was really horny to drop another load. So, with
Devon in tow, I headed for the golf course."

"And Devon was okay with this?"

"Yeah! He called his mom from the corner store and told her he was going to
walk with me down to the river passing through the golf course. She had no
problems with it; so, we set off. Once we got on the edge of the course, we
just walked along, chatting to the golfers we passed and when we came to
the 15th hole, we ducked into the woods. And, sure enough, just a little
way in shrouded from view of the golfers on the course, there was the old
house looking like it was all boarded up just as Nick had said."

"And you were able to get into it?"

"Oh yeah, boss. Nick had told me about the latch that the Newfoundlander
had put under and behind the door that no-one knew about. It was a way of
locking the door so it didn't move in the wind. The noise of the door
banging in the wind would only bring curious golf course workers and the
boys didn't want any of them around."

"So! You unlatched the makeshift door and opened it?"

"Actually, boss, the latch was already undone. I just thought at the time
that either Nick or Paulo had forgotten to latch it when they were there
the last time."

"Okay! So you went in. What happened next?"

"Well, just like Nick had said. There was a kitchen table and some chairs
in the kitchen and when we went into what must have been the living room,
there was a couch and some big, overstuffed armchairs. And, while we were
standing in the old living room, I heard it."

"You heard what, exactly?"

"I heard the sound of the springs of one of the beds, boss."

"So! Someone else was in the house then?"

"Yeah! I thought it was probably Paulo getting a piece out of one of those
girls on the cheerleading squad. The way he tells it; he's working his way
through the squad one by one. By the end of the school year, he wants to be
able to brag that he's had them all."

"And! Because the house was in use, you decided to leave?"

"Fuck no, boss. I was curious and I know Devon was, too. So I put my finger
to my lips to make sure he understood that he was to keep quiet and we made
our way over to the stairway. Now I don't know if all old stairways are the
same, boss, but I know that the one in my grandma's house creaks if you
walk up the centre. But! If you take your time and slowly walk up the
stairway, putting one foot in front of the other along the rail or against
the wall, you don't hear any creaks. I've done it lots of times so I can
get upstairs or downstairs at my grandma's house so she doesn't hear me."

"So you've become a regular cat burglar?"

"Nahhhhh, boss. It's just that my gran is a light sleeper and I don't want
to wake her up when I'm up for a snack during the night."

"And what happened next?"

"Well I got to the bottom of the staircase, showed Devon what I wanted him
to do and once he understood, I slowly began to climb the stairs."

"Were you able to get to the top without whoever hearing you?"

"Sure did boss. Devon and I got up there without a sound being made. I
moved to the bedroom on the left and you'd never guess in a million years
what I saw?"

"Aaron!" I barked with growing impatience.

"I saw Nick, in all his natural glory, fucking the brains out of Auggie
Maxwell, the 19 year old Captain of the Soccer Team over at
St. Malachy's. Auggie, the fuckin stud of his school, the guy whose picture
is in the local paper every week with a story of his sports exploits was on
his back, crossways on the bed, with his long legs up on Nick's shoulders
and Nick was buried balls deep in his ass."

"Did Nick see you?"

"You betcha, boss. When he saw me and Devon standing in the doorway, he
winked and I saw that awesome smile of his light up his face."

"And then what happened?"

"He suddenly flipped Auggie over so that he was now on his stomach but he
hadn't pulled out of his ass. Then he said, "Oh look, Auggie. My tag team
partner is here."

"And then?"

"Even before Auggie could fully understand what was happening to him, I did
what any other horny male would do, boss. I dropped my shorts, got rid of
my jock strap and grabbed both of Auggie's ears. The guy was so surprise
that when he opened his mouth to say something my 8 incher was slipping
past his open lips and was sliding along his tongue heading for his
throat."

"And what did Devon do while you and Nick were tag teaming Auggie?"

"He stripped, watched, slowly jacked off and got himself an edjumacation."

And, wouldn't you know it. Just as I was about to ask for more details,
that bloody telephone rang again. I didn't bother picking it up but
signalled to Aaron that it was probably for him. Sure enough, it was his
mother.

After talking with his mother, Aaron told me he was wanted at home and
reminded me that his mom and dad invited me over to their place for 8
o'clock this evening. Then, just like the proverbial jack rabbit he was out
the door.

I was still laying on the bed thinking about Aaron, Nicholas, Auggie and
Devon when there was a tap on my screen door. Before I could reply, the
door opened and in walked my buddy Josh.

"What are you doing here?" I asked looking up at him rather surprised.

"Oh! I dunno. But, by the looks at that hard-on you're sporting in them
there shorts, I think I came at just the right time", he said chuckling as
he walked to the bottom of the bed.

After I asked him to go and lock the inside door, Josh returned to the
bottom of the bed, stripped off his shirt, put both hands on the outside of
my legs and started making his way slowly up my body.

"You're not going to commit a nefarious act upon my person are you," I
asked the well-built stud who had reached my crotch area.

"Oh! I'm not sure", he replied as he stretched just a little so that he
brought his lips down into feathery contact with my belly button and the
start of my treasure trail. "Maybe."



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