Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 16:36:28 -0400
From: James Fitzhugh <fitzh1943@gmail.com>
Subject: Venturer Scout, Chapter 9

The Venturer Scout -09

by: James FitzHugh <FitzH1943@gmail.com>

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Aaron picked up his story. "Okay! So we agreed to go to Dicky's place. As
we were walking there, I commented that maybe I should take an hour and go
visit my great aunt who lives over in Pembrook, a city which was part of
the overall City but one of those that had been incorporated before the
Government amalgamated everything. So! Instead of several little messes
where each had its own Municipal Councils and Works Departments now there
was one big mess with only one giant Works Department which gave the
populace something to focus their complaints on.

"Anyway, my last, still living and breathing grand aunt is my Aunty
Beatrice. She's a grand old soul. My mother says that, both physically and
in mannerisms, she resembles the late, great stage and screen character
actress, Dame Margaret Rutherford. All I know about her is that she was the
first actress to play Miss Maple of 'Murder she Wrote' fame on screen. Aunt
Beatrice has an enormous bosom and when she grabs you in one of her big
hugs, you think that you're being smothered in a giant fluffy pillow.

If there's one thing my dad has taught me, it's never to piss off the women
in our family. Now, I don't know if you have any family, boss, other than
your sister you call 'the Dragon Lady', but we have a few on my mother's
side and only two on my dad's. Aunt Beatrice is on my mother's side. I
don't remember seeing my aunts on dad's side because one lives in South
Africa with her family and the other is a cloistered nun in a London
Convent. My dad has visited her but told us he wasn't allowed to take a
picture of her and could only talk to her through a screen."

"Well!" I said to provide an answer to his question. "To answer your
question about females in my family. I have several Grand Aunts and Aunts
who live in Ireland, several Aunts in England, 2 in New Zealand and one
married to a diplomat posted to South Korea. Do I ever get to see them?
Only when I organize a trip to the old country like my sister and her
family are on right now. Make I make one of these trips, I usually visit
family in both Ireland and England. I haven't seen the ones in New Zealand
or the one in South Korea for a lot of years but I hear that Aunt Matilda,
that's the one in Seoul, is going to be visiting next Spring for a couple
of weeks. I think they are about to be re-posted and when you are in the
Foreign Service, you never know where you'll end up or when we'll see them
next."

"So what happened next assuming I am sticking to your sequence of events."
I said looking over at him.

"Okay! So Rodney and Dicky are getting along like two houses on fire. It
was still a little too early for dinner, so I thought I'd get this family
obligation out of the way. Rod offered to come with me but I'm always
afraid my great aunt is really a secret member of CSIS (Canadian Security
and Intelligence Service). She can worm information out of a dead tree and,
when she's got what she needs, it's like telephone, fax it (because there
is no telegraph service anymore), then tell everybody. So! Nope, I wasn't
going to take Rod with me and subject him to an interrogation. I was sure
he and Dicky would end up playing video games or something. And, besides, I
wouldn't be gone all that long.

So, I put my bag in Dicky's spare bedroom and took a moment to take a whiz
in the adjoining bathroom. I couldn't have been all that long really, just
a few minutes. I took another short length of time to change my shirt,
grabbed a sweater in case the weather got chilly and prepared to set
off. When I came out of the bedroom I couldn't hear any noise. Now, I know
Dicky and when he's playing video games, he's as loud as a crowd at a
baseball game. But nada, not a sound. Luckily for everyone the hallways
were carpeted so I slowly made my way down the hall to the sitting room. I
stopped and slowly looked into the sitting room expecting Rod and Dicky to
be playing a video game. But that's not what I saw at all."

"Dare I ask what you saw?" I asked.

"What I saw, boss, was a vision," replied Aaron adjusting himself slightly.

"A good vision or a bad vision?" I couldn't help asking.

"That depends, boss," he said looking straight at me.

"On what?"

"On whether or not you're into watching two guys enjoying themselves."

"You can't be serious," I said matter-of-factly.

"Oh! I am serious, boss. What I saw was Dicky kneeling on the floor in
front of Rob whose jeans and bright red skivvies were down around his
knees. He was sliding his big cock in and out of Dicky's mouth. And it
wasn't just the tip either. Rod was thrusting his behemoth deep into
Dicky's face so I'm guessing it was going right down his throat."

"What did you feel about that? Were you pissed off that Dicky, and not you,
was feasting on Rod's big dick?"

"I can't say it bothered me at all boss. Rod and I aren't exactly
boyfriends. He's older than me so I have to assume that he's had other
partners before I came along. And, I can admit the fact that I am still a
virgin. Yes! I'd had several blowjobs from both girls and boys before I met
him. I have my own personal cocksucker who I'd loaned to Nicholas for a few
weeks. But, I wasn't really worried about the well going dry. I knew I
could talk someone, maybe even that young teaching brother or novice or
whatever he is into swinging on my cock and swallowing a load. But me!
Nope. I haven't swung on anyone's meat, swallowed someone's load and
definitely not let anyone breed my ass although; I think I told you, I
might have a problem if Nicholas came on to me."

"So were you surprised that Dicky was servicing Rob?"

"Not really. I mean I was surprised it happened so quickly but, then again,
maybe the two of them had met at the Club or, at least, had seen each other
at the Club. For all I know, maybe they had got it on together before."

"So did you stay and watch?" I asked.

"Well I watched up to the point that Rob grabbed Dicky's head in a vice
like grip in his hands, holding him steady, and really began fucking his
face. I'd been there, done that and knew the outcome. So, I waited for the
right moment and then very quietly left. I don't know whether they heard
the front door close behind me but, then again, I didn't care."

"It went well then. The visit with your great aunt, I mean."

"Right, I went along on the underground. She lives only a few blocks from
one of the stations. She was so glad to see me and was really thankful that
I'd taken the time to come see her. Yeah! My stock was on the rise.

We caught up on the family news. Mom hadn't told her yet that there was a
possibility of the family moving West so I thought, in for a penny; in for
a pound. If they can drop me in the shit at their leisure, I can do it
too. So, after sharing a glass of Guinness with her and being the recipient
of another one of her great big hugs, I took my leave. I knew that the
moment my ass was out the door she would be on the phone to mom and the
shit would hit the fan."

"You live dangerously, don't you?" I said as a matter-of fact because I
knew from past experiences in the Venturer Company activities that the
little bugger could, at times, really ride the edge of the blade.

"Yeah! Once in a while, but not too often." He replied.

"You then went back to Dicky's place." I asked.

"Yeah. It wasn't too long before I was on the underground and whizzing
towards uptown again. Trouble was that there was this really cute guy,
French speaking I think, who was sitting with a few friends. I caught his
eye and he caught mine. We were approaching the main interchange station
and with my cock on the rise, I really thought I might have a shot with
this kid."

"And did you? Have a shot, I mean."

"Nahhhhh. He and his buddies got off at the interchange. I saw them heading
for the northern line. But! He did look back with a look that held
promise. I really wanted him to know I was interested in him so I
deliberately blew him a kiss. Sadly, this time, I wasn't going his way. In
a city of one point five million or more, it isn't likely I'll run into him
again anytime soon."

"So you worked your way back to Dicky's apartment?"

"Yeah! But I look the long way. Instead of just riding the underground to
the station closest to his apartment, I got off at the station before so I
could walk and get fresh air. It's a lot different walking around a big
city than it is in a small rural town, you know."

"So you walked down the street with all the big, national stores?"

"Pretty much. It's amazing how many people there were out at that time
doing whatever. There were the beggars, of course, and something you don't
see all that often anymore."

"And! What was that?" I asked curiously.

"Near the square, just opposite the big Anglican Cathedral, there was this
guy that had this push cart that looked like a box on wheels. There was a
crank on one side which he leisurely moved in a circle and there was
music. But the amazing thing was the little monkey in a bell hop
uniform. The little guy was cute and played not only with his handler but
with those standing around. But, the little guy really had a fascination
with some of the kids who'd accompanied their parents. It was fun to watch
but I knew I had better get my ass back to Dicky's because they were
probably waiting on me to go to dinner."

It was sort of relaxing just ambling along the main street. All the store
windows were dressed and periodically I would catch the reflection of a
cute guy or two as I walked along. It was really too bad I had a
commitment; one or two of those cuties would have been worth the effort.

"You sound as if you're always being led by your dick, Aaron." I commented.

"Pretty much! Why wouldn't I be", came the quick response. "I'm young, well
equipped for my age, almost always hard, and full of cum. I'm always on the
lookout. I'm beginning to think you're past your prime, boss. You give me
the impression that you've lost the hunter instinct."

"Is that what they're calling it now? The hunter instinct." I asked.

"Well! I don't know if they give it an official name, boss, but as you well
know I'm a hunter. I'm always looking for someone to take down. For me, the
more untouchable or unapproachable, the more determined I am to take up the
challenge. For example, there's this one jock in school, an arrogant
son-of-a-bitch if ever there is one. He's one I'd love to conquer, put on
his knees, fuck his face and just at that moment, right when I am about to
blast my cum down his throat, I'd pull my breeding tube out of his
mouth. I'd humiliate him by letting fly on his face. Then, I'd take a
picture of my cream running down from his forehead to his chin and post it
somewhere for everyone in the school to see. Or, maybe I'd just take him
down in front of one or two of his jock friends. The story of his sucking
cock would roar through the school like a giant tsunami and he'd be
ruined. But boss, a prick like him deserves it after what he's got away
with."

"And, is this jock the only one on your potential hit list?"

"Not really, boss. Do you really want to know?"

""Since it's just you and I and, since anything you and I discuss is
forever held privately between us, I think you can trust me."

"Alright boss. But promise me you won't chastise or criticize me."

"I promise, Aaron. After all, it is your life and who am I to interfere in
how you live it?"

"Well, since you put it that way. I think the first person on my list is
that young novice, Brother Ninian."

"Holy crap, Aaron. Are you serious?"

"Sure. Why not? I saw him once in his boxers and although I don't know
anything about the equipment he's carrying, I can tell you that he's very
well built with a set of abs a lot of girls and I bet a few guys would love
to lick the sweat off of."

"Gheeeez, Aaron, going after him and the Holy Father in Rome would
excommunicate you in person."

"Who cares what the big guy in Rome would do. If I got that puppy to swing
on my meat and I could drop a load into his belly, at least he'd to be
honestly able to say that he'd experienced a little about the realities of
the carnal pleasures of life instead of just using his five fingers."

"You're assuming he uses his five fingers."

"Give me a break, boss. The guy's in his very early 20's. I'd say no more
than 21. Just because he's studying to become a teaching brother doesn't
mean that he's suddenly become like one of those Chinese duds, whatcha call
em. You know those guys that had their balls chopped off and served the
emperor."

"I think you mean eunuchs."

"Yeah! That's them. Somehow I don't think they make them teaching brothers
into eunuchs, do they boss?  Geeeeeez, he's young, he's got to be going
through the same things you and I do. I'd bet that like you and me and
every other male between my age and yours, he has 5 or six hard-ons a
day. He's human. Something or someone turns his crank. If I remember, I
think he's a novice so he hasn't taken any vows yet so, if he and I got
down to it, he might be committing a sin but he wouldn't be breaking his
vows yet. See! I'd be doing him a favour.

"And what favour would that be exactly?" I asked throwing more of my change
into another one of those toll thingies.

"Just think of it this way boss. I'd be helping him to come to a firm
conclusion, based on a real life experience, whether or not religious life
was for him. And, while I'm doin him the favour of furthering his
education, I get to enjoy the experience and watch the look on his face as
I use my breeding tube to empty my balls down his throat. I bet you, boss,
if he doesn't jerk his rod to shooten off stage at least once a day, he's
having one or two wet dreams a week."

"Well, I don't know that. In fact, I don't know him. I might have seen him
when I've gone to the school for something but I can't picture him right
now. Besides, Aaron, who's to say he'd be swinging on your breeding
tube. Why wouldn't you possibly be swinging on his?"

"T'ain't gonna happen, boss. I told you once before, up until now, the only
guy I'd even consider going down on is Nicholas and until he makes his
move, I'm still a virgin."

"Confident little bugger, aren't you."

"Yes siree, boss. The world is made up of us hunters and our prey. The day
I get on my knees to suck cock or bend over the barrel to get fucked, it
will be because I am either forced or I want to. If I'm being forced, I
won't be the only one hurtin. If I'm doing it because I want to, it's
because I have tremendous respect for the man I'm with"

"So is the novice and the jock the only two on your potential hit list?"

"Not really boss. Basically, I'm an opportunist. Like with Rod. It was an
opportunity for a blowjob so I took advantage of it. But I do have one
other person on my list."

"So! Are you going to tell me about him?"

"Naah, boss. That would be giving all my secrets away." Aaron turned to
look out the window at the passing cars and saw the reflection of the man
he affectionately called, 'boss', in the glass. 'Not to worry, boss,' he
thought watching the reflection in the glass. 'Someday in your future when
you and I are not breaking the law, you and me are gonna have one very
special get together up in Gjert's mountain retreat.'

"You didn't finish the story about returning to the apartment."

"Right! Well there isn't all that much to tell really. I got back to the
building all right. I met this cute guy who was acting as the
doorman/receptionist and gave him a little of what might come, went
upstairs to the apartment and found Rod watching the telly. I couldn't find
Dicky until Rod told me that Mike had come up and that he and Dicky were in
the bedroom catching up old times and, rather than get bored waiting, I
simply plugged into Rods willing mouth and dropped a load before we went
out to dinner.'

"I'd say that was a little more than not much to tell, wouldn't you? Why
not start with the doorman."

"Ah yesssss. He was a cute little bugger. As I would later find out, he was
replacing his older brother for the long weekend. His brother had gone down
to Boston to visit some mates in the service. He'd been wanting to go for
some time but couldn't because there was no-one to take his place. He
offered his little brother the job for the long weekend with a little bonus
in pay if he'd do it. You tell me boss, how many teenage boys doyou know
who couldn't use extra money?"

"You have a point."

"Anyway, I walk into the lobby of Dicky's building and like many of these
buildings with doormen, you have to either be buzzed in or they let you
into the lobby but they either have to have your name on a visitors
expected list or they call up. Well, there wasn't much going on in the
lobby so I struck up a conversation with the cute kid. He seemed to have a
hard time to take his eyes off my chest and, when they weren't on my chest,
they were on my crotch. I was beginning to rise to the occasion, if you
know what I mean."

"With you, Aaron, that's not too hard."

"T'aint't my fault boss. Obviously he saw something he liked."

"Get on with the story, Aaron."

'Okay, so we got to talking. He was standing behind the counter. Over the
next few minutes I found out that he went to the local protestant high
school, was in his junior year taking classical studies, swam on the relay
team, played water polo and had a girlfriend. I was just about to ask him
some of the inquisitive questions about his girlfriend like did she play
around, had he got into her panties, did she blow him? You know boss, the
important stuff."

"When did a guy's girlfriend ever interest you, Aaron?"

"Only when I'm checkin to see if my gaydar is workin and up to snuff,
boss."

"And was it?"

"Well, I really wasn't sure. You see, he kept looking at me with a certain
hunger but there seemed to be some reluctance to give himself away just in
case he found himself dealing with a predator."

"Which, of course, he was."

"You betcha, boss. He had a pair of lips that anyone would be proud to ease
over the knob of his cock."

"So did you?"

"Did I what, boss?"

"Ease his lips over your ?.."

"Naw. Well, just for a second or two. Just when I had coiled up and was
ready to strike the bloody phone rang. A tenant in the building was either
asking him to do something or telling him that they were expecting
something or someone."

"So, you gave up?"

"Hell no, boss. While he was distracted by the phone call, I undid my belt
buckle, unzipped my jeans and hauled out my now very rigid piece of meat. I
moved behind the counter to hide my not fully naked lower half just in case
some dear old biddy came into the lobby from the elevator or from the
street. He had turned away from me and was writing something on a pad. When
he finished writing, he put his pen down on the counter and let his hand
fall to his side. So! Seeing an opportunity, my opportunity, I just reached
over, took hold of his hand and slowly brought it back behind him so I
could place his fingers around my cock."

"I'll bet that got a reaction?"

"You could say that, boss. As quick as jack rabbit, he spun around and
looked down to see what he was holdin. I mean, come on boss. Eight and some
inches of thick, rigid, warm, velvety to the touch cock meat with a little
tiny bubble of clear liquid at the tip. Wouldn't that get you excited?"

"Aaron," I barked

"Sorry, boss. The amazing thing is that he never let go of my cock. There
was no question; shock was definitely registered on his face. I don't
suppose anyone, particularly not another guy, had ever done that to
him. After all, with the sports he plays he's considered a jock in his
school and jocks, as you know are, somewhat, standoffish from the herd."

"So! What happened next?"

"Well, we were both behind the counter. I leaned in and placed both hands
on either side of his neck and applied some downward pressure. I was rather
stunned, myself, when the kid slowly went down to his knees. I didn't know
how far I could take it or how long we'd have before someone came bursting
into the lobby. Once the kid was on his knees staring at the prize, I
simply leaned in and gently pressed the bubble of liquid atop his upper lip
and moved my cock from side to side leaving a nice thick coating right
under his nose giving him something to smell for a while. And, then, just
as I was about to put my cock back in my pants, didn't the kid open his
lips. So you got to ask yourself, boss. Would you have let the opportunity
pass?"

"To tell you the truth, Aaron. I'd have probably thought the situation too
risky and not done anything of the kind."

"Maybe that's what you would have done but not me. Remember, I told you,
I'm an opportunist. I saw my chance. I eased my knob between those lips and
waited until his tongue licked my cock slit looking for more. After I felt
his tongue circle my knob, I slowly eased about five inches of prime beef
into his mouth and along his tongue."

"Did you go for broke?"

" Naaaah! I never had the intention of shooting a load. I knew there wasn't
time. And, as if to confirm that thought, just at that moment, wouldn't you
know it, this young guy all dressed up in a suit and tie, carrying a brief
case, came barging through the street door into the lobby. He couldn't see
the doorman in his uniform at the counter but didn't pay a single second of
attention to me but he did mumble something and, just as he got to the
elevator, didn't the doors open. He stepped in and turned to face the front
door and pressed his floor but, from that angle, I knew he could see what
was goin on behind the desk."

"And you pulled out and bolted?"

"Shit no, boss. I wouldn't leave the poor kid to take the shit alone."

"So, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything except what I was doin. He saw me with my cock in the
face of someone else but probably couldn't see him clearly because of the
way we were standing or it didn't register because the elevator door
closed. I watched to see if he pressed the open button but he didn't. He
must have pressed his floor first because I could see the elevator passing
the floors on the way to his destination.



"I bet that little episode scared the what's it out of you?"

"Not really. Once I realized the coast was clear and the guy in the
elevator wasn't coming back, I rocked my cock in and out of the kid's mouth
a few times, then pulled it out and put it back where it belonged."

"And?"

"And what?"

"What happened next?"

"Nothing! I helped the kid to his feet, made sure he was working the
weekend. He told me he was working the 9 p.m. to 9 a.m. shift but that he'd
come on early tonight because the guy who was supposed to be there had baby
problems at home. He said he'd be there every night till Monday morning. I
leaned in, gave him a feather touching kiss on the lips and promised that
I'd come down to check on him when he was on duty."

"And did you?"

" You're out of sequence, boss."

 (To be continued)



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