Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2010 00:48:47 -0400 From: Jason Subject: Scot's Seduction Chapter 2 MF, Mm, MM Bisexual/adult-youth MF, Mm, MM Scot's Seduction Chapter 2 of 7 By Jason Sterling Several weeks later Beth called me to say that there was a Spring break at the local high school coming up and Scot would be happy to stay with me since he had been denied any chance of traveling with some of his older friends down to the Florida beaches that had became sexual magnets for the teenage set. I spent the weekend with Beth and on Sunday afternoon I let Scot drive my car back to the city while I sat in the shotgun seat with clenched fists all the way. Scot and I shared small talk about this and that during the drive and when we arrived at my place and I showed him around the apartment. I made a point of saying that there were only two rules while he stayed with me; absolutely nothing we say to each other will ever be told to anyone else and that whatever we do or see while in my place will not be talked about outside of this apartment. He thought that was cool and readily agreed. I brought up the sleeping arrangements situation. "Since this is only a one bedroom apartment you have the choice of either sleeping on the couch or sharing my large king sized bed with me. Normally two guys like us want to be alone when we 'pound our puds', but if you aren't too bashful about something that every male between the ages of twelve to eighty do when they need to empty their nuts frequently, then you can bunk in with me, 'cause my couch is not the most comfortable place to spend the night. Also I don't appreciate cum spots all over my cushions." Scot turned a vivid shade of red when I openly brought up the subject, but he sort of smiled and seemed much more relaxed after having an adult be so blunt with him on a subject that I'm sure wasn't discussed around his home that often. I ordered a pizza to be delivered and after watching a little TV told Scot that I needed to get up and out of here by seven in the morning, gave him a key and said my good night. When the alarm went off he was still soundly sleeping with the TV on tuned to one of my porn channels and the remote still in his hand. I threw a blanket over him when I left and went off to do battle in the rough and tumble world of commodity trading. That evening, when I returned, Scot was still in front of the boob tube glued to watching big breasted women bounce around the on the screen spouting vapid dialogue and displaying their tits to some semi-erect men who pretended to be interested. I felt Scot needed to get out and into the neighborhood and see life firsthand rather than become a recluse or a voyeur, so I told him to get dressed because we were going out for a walk. A few blocks away from my apartment building was a strip of businesses that stretched for ten blocks filled with restaurants, bars, video rental stores and several art house movie theatres, one of which was primarily a gay oriented place. The people out for a stroll that evening were a mixed lot. There were older couples, young kids, drag queens and about every ethnic blend the city had to offer. This walk seemed to spark an interest in my young friend because it was so different than the small town mix that he had become used to. He was so full of questions on our walk back to my place that even after we both crawled into bed and turned out the lights, he wanted to know about such things as "Do the guys who take a drag queen to bed know that they are fucking another guy?" I answered him as if I was speaking to another adult and I think he appreciated that. The next day when I got home from work Scot was still out and about and I made myself something to eat. Scot finally showed up about the time that I was getting ready to hit the sack. "What are you going to do tomorrow while I'm at the office?" Scot shrugged his shoulders and said that he'd probably go out to see a movie. When I asked which particular one he had in mind he replied that he saw one of the places on the street we were last night showing 'Caligula' from noon to midnight. I told him that he'd probably have trouble getting in to see that on his own, but if he couldn't, that I'd take him to see it after I got home. "If by chance you make it through the NC-17 restriction on who gets in, be careful of the lurkers in the dark, back rows. Fresh, innocent young meat like you will attract cocksuckers like flies to dog shit, so just watch out for who you let drain your nuts with their cum hungry mouths." Scot responded with another shrug and said, "I've had my 'Johnson' in a few mouths before this. Dirty old men and slutty girls from my school have tasted my cock a few times and the only one to complain was one who said that I was a little on the salty side, so I know a thing or two about this activity." I went off to work feeling somewhat relieved that Scot wasn't as naive as he looked, but also worried that he felt too self-confident for only being sixteen. When I got home that evening Scot was not in the apartment. He finally showed up around eight and seemed smug and sanguine from his adventures. I asked casually what he did today and he told me he got into the movie he wanted to see and sat through three runs of the only feature on the bill. When I questioned how he made it past the watchdog at the ticket counter, he told me rather proudly that the usher taking tickets let him in if he'd stay around the theatre until he was relieved and got off work. "All I had to do was let the guy suck me off back in the office once we were alone and having watched all those naked bodies on the screen three times I was more than ready to pop when he did his thing." In a way I was happy that the kid was much farther advanced in his sexual experiences than I was at that age, but selfishly missed the opportunity of being the one who guided a straight adonis like that into all sorts of debauchery. After all, I was developing a crush on the kid and the only thing that kept my hands off of him so far was the guilt associated with being given him in trust by a friend who wanted a father figure for him and also the more legal reason that I could serve some big-time in a state facility as a child molester and probably be somebody's bitch and cocksucker in between beatings. In bed that evening Scot was much less inhibited and openly played with himself while he lay next to me and we talked about the movie. After shooting his wad at least three times while we discussed the images he remembered from the movie he finally went to sleep and I had the hardest time dropping off myself. Even in the partial darkness I could see his still semi-tumescent cock upright while he lay on his back quietly snooring. I just wanted to reach over and taste that beautiful, uncircumsized piece of meat and suck the remaining semen from the source. But, I settled for a long, slow jerk on my own joystick all the while looking at that angelic bundle of teenage sexuality laying next to me. Once I shot my own load I pulled the sheet up and over both of us and eventually drifted off. End of Part 2 Comments and/or suggestions always welcomed sterling (dot) jason (at) gmail (dot) com