Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2021 23:54:37 +0100 From: David Greg Denton Subject: I Was A Scout - Part 5 I Was a Scout – Part 5 Gay, teens, adult If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * The next morning, I woke up to the sight of Mr. Garland standing in front of the bed with his arms folded across his chest. And he did not look happy. Pat was still asleep in front of me, so I shook him awake, saying, "Pat, wake up. We have company." He opened his eyes and groggily said, "Oh hi, Ron." "'Oh hi,' is all you have to say after I specifically told you two not to sleep in the same bed!" "It's my fault, Mr. Garland," I said, trying to calm him down by giving him someone else to blame. "Oh, don't make excuses for him, Bobby. I know my little brother well enough now to know it was probably his idea." "And I know you a little better after last night too big brother," Pat countered. "Pat!" I said, trying to stop him from making it worse. "And what is that supposed to mean?" Mr. Garland asked. "Don't!" I tried again. "It means," Pat continued, "we saw you and John last night and it was quite a show." I turned beet red as I watched the realization of what Pat had said sink into Mr. Garland's consciousness. Finally, he was able to speak once more, "You did?" "Yeah, WE did, Ron and I have to say, that was one hot fucking sex scene." "Fuck!" was all he could say to that revelation, then he shook his head, looking like he was trying to figure out what to do or say next. Pat got out of bed, sporting his morning wood, and stood beside his brother. He looked shocked to see him in such a state and his eyes got as big as pie plates. Then I got up too and stood on his other side, sporting my own swollen prick. We each looked down and Mr. Garland's was now straining to be set free from its cloth prison. We looked at each other and then began to unbutton and unzip his pants. "What are you two doing?" he asked half-heartedly as we pulled down his pants leaving just his tented underwear. "Now that you've seen ours, it seems only fair that we see yours again, up close and in the light, I mean," Pat answered for us. We pulled the shorts down too and his enormous cock sprang free. "Damn, bro! It's even bigger than I thought." He chuckled nervously and replied, "You're no slouch either, bro. You too, Bobby." "Thanks," we said simultaneously. Then Pat added, "Now the question is... what are we going to do with these three magnificent pieces of equipment?" "I don't know what you mean, Patrick?" He asked looking genuinely confused. "Well, Bobby here, wants you to fill his ass with that magnificent cock of yours. What do you say, Ron? Are you up for it?" I didn't even hesitate. "Yeah, what do you say, Mr. Garland? You up for a tight piece of young ass?" "Uh... uh," was all he could say, so I thought I'd give him some incentive to say the magic word. I bent over the edge of the bed and spread my ass cheeks for him. When I looked back, I could tell his eyes were glued to my rosebud. "No, I CAN'T!" he yelled. "Okay, okay, Ron. Just stay and watch then." With that Pat squatted down and started eating out my ass. "Mmmmm," I moaned as he dove in and tongued me. I looked back and Mr. Garland was holding his stiff prick and slowly stroking it. I reached under the pillow and grabbed the lube then tried to hand it to Bobby, but he was too involved in giving me pleasure to notice, so Mr. Garland took it from me as I encouraged my lover to, "Stick it in, Pat." Then Mr. Garland opened the tube, applied it expertly to my asshole and his brother's cock, then Pat stuck it in. I watched as Mr. Garland beat off while his brother plowed my hole. It was so fucking hot watching his hand move up and down his giant cock that I had to take my own dick in my hand and beat off too. Mr. Garland shot his load first. "Aw fuck!" he yelled out then closed his eyes as the first ropes of pearly cum erupted from his fuck-stick. That made me come, yelling, "Oh God, I'm coming!" and soon after, I felt Pat fill me up with his own cum. "Fuckin' A!" he shouted. As I was coming down from my "just having gotten fucked" high, I saw Mr. Garland race from the room, still holding his cum-covered dick in his hand. I noticed that he'd left in such a hurry, he'd forgotten to take his pants and underwear with him. "What do you think got into him?" I asked Pat, his cock still buried deep inside me, just like I liked. "Guilt, I guess." Then he pulled me up and started kissing me. Pat was a great lover and I enjoyed every minute we spent together, in and out of bed. When his dick fell out, we went to the bathroom and took a shower together then emerged clean, refreshed and still naked. I chose to go in search of Mr. Garland. "I'm gonna go look for your brother." "Just leave him alone. He'll be fine." "I can't, Pat. I have to make sure he's okay." "Fine, but I'm gonna find something to eat. I'm starved!" I chuckled and said, "Okay, I'll see you in the kitchen after I find him and talk to him." He kissed me then walked toward the kitchen. I found Mr. Garland in the backyard, looking out over the valley below. "Are you okay, Mr. Garland?" I asked. He turned and looked back at me then said loudly, "Go put some clothes on, will ya?!" "Why? You've seen all this and more now." "I've seen enough and don't need to see any more, thank you very much." But I noticed that even though he sounded upset, he didn't look away either. I walked up to him. "Mr. G., you must be confused about what you're feeling right now, but don't be. Pat and I just wanted to share what we have with you and maybe you weren't ready yet. I'm sorry." "No, I'm sorry," he said sounding contrite. "I never should have let it go that far." "You wanna know what I think?" I asked rhetorically then proceeded, "I think Pat doesn't know you as well as he wants to and maybe this was his way of trying to get to know you better." "By asking me to have sex with you?" "In his own way, yeah. I would like you to fuck me someday. I mean if that's something you might want too." He seemed to be thinking about it but made no further comment. "I'll leave you to think about what I said." I turned to leave, then he spoke, "Don't go, Bobby. You're right. I was confused... am confused about what I was feeling... am feeling, but that's no reason to take it out on the two of you. You two really are comfortable being naked and sharing with others, aren't you?" "Well, yeah. We were born this way, right, and we're just enjoying all these new experiences? Listen, I'm gonna head back inside. Feel free to get naked and join us." He looked at me for a second and then started to remove his clothing. He hesitated at his underwear and then with a quick yank, he pulled them down and off. I could see him visibly relax as he sighed. "Feel better?" I asked. "Yeah, I do," he admitted with a soft chuckle. "Are you hungry?" "Starved! I'm sure Pat's already in the kitchen eating." He smiled and said, "Then let's go." Mr. Garland led the way back into the house and I got to watch his cute, hairy ass wiggle as he walked. It was a sight to behold. Once back inside and in the kitchen, he said, "Good morning," to Pat as he pressed the button on the coffeemaker that Pat had already prepared for him. I poured milk on the cereal Pat had laid out for me, then gave him a kiss for his thoughtfulness. Mr. Garland took a sip from his mug and said, "Well, what do you two have planned for today?" Pat put down his spoon and replied, "I thought we'd go back to bed and..." But before he could finish that thought, Mr. Garland interrupted saying, "Yeah, I'd rather you didn't. Perhaps we could all go bowling?" "That sounds good, bro." Pat looked at me and I nodded my assent. "Good," he agreed as he got a piece of bread from the fridge and put it in the toaster. I called my mom and got the okay to go bowling with Pat and his brother. We had a great time and I felt like I'd gotten to know them both very well after just a few hours. When we got back to the house, I told them I had to get back home, but hoped maybe I could come back after church the next day. Mr. Garland said he'd have lunch ready and waiting for me. He left Pat and I alone to say our goodbyes. We kissed for a while, neither wanting to stop and let the other go. But eventually we did and I jumped on my bike and rode home. Mom asked me if I had a good time with Pat and his brother. Of course, I gushed a little about how great they both were. She was happy to hear it and I kind of floated on air the rest of the day as I went about doing my chores. I ended up spending all my free time at Mr. Garland's house. It became like a second home to me. (to be continued in Part 6)