Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2010 01:03:16 -0400 From: Jason Subject: Scot's Secuction Chapter 7 of 7 Scot's Seduction Chapter 7 of 7 By Jason Sterling sterling.jason (at) gmail (dot) com Since tomorrow was Scot's last day with me and I was taking him back home, we covered a wide range of very intimate subjects during our talk. It must have been nearly dawn when we finally both dropped off to sleep. I tried to be as open as possible about my own fantasies and previous experiences and Scot kept coming back to his primary fears and insecurities regarding his own sexual makeup. One specific practice seemed to bother him more than any other. He admitted that he found a 'glory hole' in a park toilet several years ago and was drawn to go back time after time and get a blowjob by some unknown mouth on the other side of the partition. That in itself was not the problem. It was the fact that he wondered what it would be like to be the sucking queer giving the head instead of the one sticking his dick through the hole. He felt a sense of shame and disgust even thinking about doing the other guy, but he also felt a thrill bordering on excitement fantasizing over this action. I tried my best to put this all into context for him. I explained something that Scot already knew about me, that I was bisexual and even used an old Woody Allen joke about the advantages of being that way, "It increases your chances of getting a date on Saturday night by fifty per cent." With that said, I also explained that I didn't flaunt my mixed social engagements because this was something that was still 'uncool' with most people. "It's like farting. Everybody does it, but we try to do it in private so as not to call attention to an activity that a lot of people would call disgusting." My bed partner thought about this for quite a while and then said, "What do you think I should do about trying to find out who I am deep down in my heart?" The only sage advice I could come up with was to not wall oneself off from trying all sorts of things while you were still young and stupid enough to not care about the consequences, and at the same time avoiding shit that was clearly dangerous no matter how thrilling the idea my seem when you've got a hard-on that won't quit. Before we left to go back to his Mom's place, Scot came up to me and and planted a kiss on my lips that involved a lot of tongue action. He said, "I just want you to know how much I learned from this week with you. Perhaps, during my summer vacation, I could spend a little more time here with you and find out where in this fuckin' world I belong." The trip home was mostly silent. Scot took off right away when we got home on the pretext that he had friends to visit and to not wait up for him if he was late getting back. Beth and I spent the night in her bed as she tried to pump me for details of her son's visit. I gave her the only the barest of an outline as to what we did. Mostly, I dodged the elements...at least the more sordid aspects. But, I did tell her that Scot was progressing well into adulthood and that he was smart enough to 'do the right things' when it came to finding his way through puberty. Summer break came and I found a job for Scot in the mail room where I worked. We even worked out an arrangement of hanging a tie on our doorknob if we were busy with someone and wanted to be left alone while we handled our business. Several times we specifically left the tie off the knob if we didn't care about the other showing up right in the middle of something. I only used the tie if my companion at the time was female or if the male was someone who wasn't into threesomes. Once I walked into my unit and found Scot in bed with the dirtiest, tatooed and pierced individual that I had ever seen this side of skid row. Scot was on his stomach getting his bunghole slurped out by a guy who sported a stud in his tongue. The ass licker peered up from his duties and said, looking at me, "Your little chicken here has got the tightest, best tasting asshole I've ever feasted on, pops. Maybe your not sticking it to him enough to loosen him up that often. I'll help if you want me to." I smiled and said, "Perhaps you don't know what virgin asshole tastes like friend. Get back to your job and let me worry about popping this boycunt's cherry for him when the time is right." Scot looked up from his prone position with a smile on his face and said to me, "Gee Dad. I was wondering when you were ever going to get around to making me a real boy after all." As I left the bedroom I heard the grungy guy say to Scot, "Is he really your father? Shit, that's gross in a nice sort of way." That evening, when we were alone together, I brought up the subject of why we...me at least, tried to stay away from each other sexually. I told Scot that I was afraid that putting any sorts of moves on him would damage our trusting relationship. And, I even asked him, point-blank, if he trusted me. After the longest pause, Scot said that since he got to know me he felt attracted to me and imagined that I felt the same way about him. Whenever he worked out at the Y lately he dreamed that by shaping his body in a more pleasing manner he would make himself more appealing to me as a sex object for me to lust after. Then he slid right next to me on the couch and tenderly kissed me long and hard. I didn't resist at all. I even loosened up and returned his affection by pulling him closer in my arms and sank into the bliss of surrendering myself up to him and would do anything he wanted me to do to please him. The next thing I remember he was leading me into the bedroom and we did a mutual undressing routine on the way there. Fully clasped in each other's arms we fell into bed and Scot called the shots by placing me on my back and he started at my toes and nibbled his way up to my balls working his tongue all the way. I was hard as a rock already so I didn't need a hand to hold my cock away from my ball sac as his flicking tongue caressed my wrinkled scrotal pouch. He even lifted my legs enough to get to the crack in my ass cheeks and merely circled the area around my hole knowing that we weren't done kissing mouth to mouth yet. Then he jumped to my nipples and worked his way down to my navel where careful sucking seemed to remove all the old traces of lint that has a tendency to find a hiding place there. All this time he was reaching up to my nibs and flicking them rather than pinching and pulling on them as most other guys would do. In the back of my mind I was wondering where such a young kid as this learned what was obviously such skilled techniques. My little protege teased and tickled the tip of my fully engorged cock head with his lips and tongue until I couldn't stand it any longer. Instead of engulfing my erection with his mouth, Scot positioned himself over the top of me and with a bent knee on either side of my rib cage grasped my boner behind him and directed it to his already lubricated anus. Leaning forward as if about to kiss me he whispered into my ear, "I've been saving this hole only for you. I know it's going to hurt like hell, but a little pain always has to be felt by a virgin being deflowered to have any meaning." With that he straightened his back and sat down fully on my throbbing cock as he stifled a moan of anguish. I was so turned-on by this display of passionate self-sacrifice that I only needed a few upward thrusts of my own to bring me to a boiling orgasm. While still inside him, Scot bent at the waist and engaged my mouth with his and we exchanged sloppy, wet kisses which kept me hard all the time he continued to slowly pump himself up and down on me. To bring me off again, Scot whispered, "I'll go get the whip so you can give this naughty boy a good thrashing. Bad boys like me deserve to be beaten for their vile and degenerate behavior...don't they Daddy?" That was enough to put me over the edge again, so I had my second climax in less than five minutes. I looked up into Scot's face and said, "You win. I can't take any more. Get off of me so I can catch my breath and you can tell me where in the fuckin' hell you learned to be such a good lay." While he reclined in front of me with his legs spread and I was giving him a very slow blow job, he talked about all the guys he met by working the glory hole scene. "Most of them were married and just needed a break in the monotony of their dull and meaningless lives. The flaming faggots who worked the toilets mostly did it out of boredom. I stayed away from these jerks as much as possible. The girls I meet in school are more interested in themselves; how they dress and who's doing what to whom to be of any interest except for getting a quick BJ or a feel in the back seat of the old car my mother got me on my birthday." When I asked Scot what he planned to do after he graduated, hoping he would find a good college that fit his meager budget, he told me that he had already signed the paperwork to enlist in the Marines and admitted that this was going to be his way of finding out where in the sexual field he belonged. "They won't take me until after I get my diploma, so I have another half year to go before I give my ass to the Corps and let them pound some sense into this crazy, mixed-up, muther-fucking asshole of a queer." "You'll do fine Scot! You've got the balls and the guts to show them jarheads what a real man is all about. Now lie back and let a pro finish what he started." I sucked and teased Scot's cock until at last he shot a spurt of cum down my throat. I was proud of him for being such a good seducer. Those guys at Parris Island won't know what hit them when my previously naive and immature little boy shows up and shows them a thing or two about what real manhood is all about. End Comments and/or suggestions always welcome