Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2021 20:47:39 +0100 From: David Greg Denton Subject: I Was A Scout - Part 6 I Was a Scout – Part 6 Gay, teens, adult If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * Mr. Garland was away for the week for work, so he had asked Mr. James to spend the weeknights with Pat. I, conveniently, had been given permission to spend Friday night at Pat's house even though my parents didn't know Mr. Garland was going to be out of town. Pat was tired after football practice that day and had gone to bed early. I tried to sleep but couldn't manage it because I was a night owl. I thought I heard the TV, so I quietly got out of bed, careful not to wake my sleeping partner, threw on my underwear and went to investigate. I saw Mr. James in the living room watching a movie with the sound turned way down. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so I crept up until I could see if maybe he was nude, but he was wearing underwear, his impressive package highlighted by tight briefs. I decided to get to know my Scoutmaster better. "I couldn't sleep," I said softly as I came around the sofa and sat down next to him, but not too close. "Me either. I'm a night owl," he commented. "Me too!" I remarked. "What are you watching?" "Superman with Christopher Reeves." "Oh." Then I saw my opportunity. "He's pretty built, but then again so are you." "Thanks, Bobby, but not like him!" I looked at him and said, "You look just as good as he does. Did you ever compete?" "Oh, God no. And I'm way too short anyway." "You're not short... well, maybe compared to him, but you're proportional just like him." He just shook his head, disagreeing with me. "Stand up," I insisted. He hesitated, so I stood up and stuck out my hand to help him up. "Come on, stand up." He declined my hand but stood up anyway. "Now go over to that mirror." I directed, so he walked over to the large mirror in the entryway. "I see a broad chest, washboard stomach and... flex your biceps for me?" he did, and I continued, "Huge biceps!" I wrapped a hand around each of them and squeezed. He smiled, and I knew I was headed down the right path. I slid my hands over his shoulders then down his back muscles. "You have an incredible back, Mr. James. It makes your waist look tiny in comparison!" he smiled again. "I also see a pair of massive thighs," I slid my hands quickly down his firm bubble butt, rubbing both the front and back of his upper legs. "And these calves! I have never seen any bigger. Even bigger than Christopher's." I assured him as I squeezed them both at the same time. I looked up at his reflection in the mirror and his package looked like it had grown, so decided I needed to go all the way. I stood back up, "Can I ask you if you have freckles everywhere or just...?" "No, just where the sun touches my skin." "Oh, so you don't have any freckles on this magnificent ass of yours?" I asked as I pulled the waistband down a little. "Nope, I don't see any." I observed as I pulled it down a little further. "Where are you going with this, Bobby?" he asked, sounding unsure if he wanted me to keep going or to stop. "I'm just curious, that's all." I kept pulling them down until his butt was completely exposed. "You have the most magnificent ass, Mr. James." "You said that already." "Well, that's because it is!" I rubbed each cheek and added, "Flex your glutes for me?" He did, and I squeezed. "Rock hard. Perfect!" I stood back up and now I could see the reflection of his bright red pubes in the mirror, his hardon straining to be set free. I turned him around so that he could see my own excited bulge. I pulled the offensive underwear down and his big, thick, cut cock sprung out. "Oh, my God, Mr. James... you're huge!" I exclaimed. "Thanks, Bobby," he replied. Then instinctively, he reached out and pulled mine down too. "Not too bad yourself, young man," he commented as he pulled them all the way down and helped me step out of them. After he stood again, I did the same for him. I came back up and ran my hands over the light dusting of copper-colored hair on his beautiful chest. He ran his hands over my smooth one. "You're starting to develop some muscles here, Bobby." "Pat and I have been working out together. He's helping me get bigger." "Well, keep up the good work," he told me as he continued down to my stomach. It tickled, so I sucked it in as he moved on to my cock. He took it in his hand and pulled the foreskin over the head. "I love an uncut cock... so much sexy skin to play with." "Thanks, Mr. J... and I love a big, thick cock like yours. It's gonna feel so good when you fuck my tight hole." "Oh, is that what you want?" he asked rhetorically then chuckled. "Like I hadn't figured that out already," he remarked then kissed me while he stroked my prick and pulled on my balls with his large, calloused hands. I could feel the stubble on his face, and it was a new but thrilling experience for me. I'm kissing a real man! I thought as I reached out, took his thick prick in my own hands and started stroking it. He pulled away quickly, saying, "Careful, you don't want it to go off prematurely. I want to be inside you when it does, okay?" "Oh, yes, Sir, I want that too!" "Then we'd better go to the bedroom and get comfortable. I plan on fucking you all night long." He started to lead me down the hall as I asked, "But what about Pat?" "He's free to join us. Do you want to go wake him up?" he asked. I thought about it for a second then said, "No, I don't think I do. I love him, but I kinda want you all to myself. Is that wrong?" "Not wrong at all. I want you all to myself this first time too." Mr. James took me by the hand and led me down the hall to the room he shared with Mr. Garland. Once we were both inside, he closed the door. He sat me down on the bed and said, "To be honest, I've thought about fucking you for years, Bobby." "Then why didn't you say something before now?" "Seriously, Bobby? Because it's unethical, not to mention illegal." "I won't tell if you don't." "That's good enough for me." I waited while Mr. James went into the bathroom. When he came back, he had a box of condoms in his hand and said, "Always use condoms if you don't know your partner's sexual history, got it?" "Yes, Sir," I answered. "Now, I'm clean, but I'll use them if you want." "It's okay with me if you don't, Sir," I assured him. "I trust you. You are my Scoutmaster!" He chuckled and asked me, "Okay then, you still want to get fucked, right?" "Oh, yes, Sir. I want you to fuck me with your big cock. Please?!" He chuckled then kissed me and said, "I wish there was a merit badge for making a man feel sexy because you've definitely earned one." Then he kissed me again and said, "Why don't you get on all fours?" I climbed on and waited eagerly for him to join me. He crawled under me, lying on his back. "Do you know what foreplay is?" he asked. I said, "No." "Okay. It's when you take your time getting to know your partner's body before the real sex begins. Would you like to get to know my body first?" "Oh, yes, Sir," I answered. "Then I'm all yours... feel free to explore." I didn't hesitate and went straight for Mr. James's cock. "That's it, Bobby, lick it, suck it, do whatever you like with it." I didn't know what else Mr. James liked, but luckily, he was there to help guide me. "Why don't you play with my nipples? They're connected directly to my cock you know." "Really?" I asked. He nodded, so I dove in, pinching, licking and sucking the tiny, pink protrusions. "That's it, Bobby. Yeah that feels so good." I realized then that I loved the way he talked. It was so sexy. While I may have been enjoying giving Mr. James pleasure through his nipples, I couldn't get his amazing ass out of mind, so I reached down and slid my hand as far as I could between his legs, looking for his rosebud. He lifted his leg to give me better access and then commented, "You really want to play with my asshole, don't you Bobby?" I stopped what I was doing and replied, "Yes, Sir, more than anything." He smiled down at me and said, "Then I need to get into another position so that you can get in there, don't I?" Then it was my turn to smile. He got up, turned and got on his hands and knees, his lily-white ass just inches away from my face. I dove in without the need for any more encouragement. "That's right, boy, get it nice and wet. Go for it. Do whatever makes you happy." I licked and tonguefucked him. "That's it, Bobby! Damn you have a talented mouth!" Once it was wet enough, I added one finger, then another and another. "You want to fuck me, don't you, Bobby?" he asked. "Yes, Sir, I do." "Then go into the top drawer of the nightstand on the right and get the lube." I did as instructed. When I came back, I slicked up his hole and my cock, then pushed inside him. It was a tight fit but once I was in all the way, it felt like I belonged there. I'd never fucked before so this was a whole new set of sensations. I fucked him soft and then hard. He seemed to like it a little rough so I plowed him hard. That elicited more of a vocal response from him, "Fuck me, Bobby! Give it to me, boy! Plow my ass!" That kind of talk drove me crazy and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop. I just had to come, so I told him, "I'm gonna come, Mr. James." "Do it, boy, fill me up!" was his response and I did! I shot my load into his tight butt and when I was spent, I collapsed on top of him. "Good boy, Bobby. You're a real stud in the sack." I chuckled and thanked him. "Now it's my turn." I pulled out and we switched places. He kissed and licked his way down my body, sucking on my nips and playing with my balls as he licked and kissed my shaft. Then he took it all the way down his throat and I bucked with delight. Not even Pat could swallowed me whole. I felt him lube up my hole as he placed my ankles on his broad, freckled shoulders. He placed his hard, thick cock at my entrance and pushed until I could feel his pubes tickling my balls. I was in heaven. This man filled me completely and he hadn't even come inside me yet! He started out slow then picked up speed as he talked to me, egging me on toward another orgasm. "How does it feel, Bobby, to have my big, fat cock inside you... plowing your tight hole, huh?" "Oh man, it feels fucking fantastic! Fuck me, Mr. James. Fuck me harder." He picked up more and more speed, fucking me with gusto and enthusiasm. "You're a hot little fucker, aren't you, Bobby. I always knew you would be." He thrust a couple more times, then yelled out, "Aw fuck," one last time and stilled as he shot his load inside of me. I smiled as he fell on top of me and I wrapped my arms around his muscular back, hugging him to me. We stayed like that for a minute or two before I heard, "Fucking my boyfriend without me, John?" It was Pat. We both looked at him standing in the doorway with his hard cock in his hand. I couldn't think of what to say, but luckily, Mr. James could, "We didn't want to wake you, but now that you are... which one of us do you want to fuck, Patrick?" Pat didn't miss a beat and replied, "You, Mr. Sexy Pig." I saw Mr. James smile at the word used to describe him and said, "Well, then get on up here and fuck my ass... if you think you're man enough." I could see from the look on Pat's face that he was definitely up to the challenge. "Stay just like that... because I'm gonna plow your hole from behind... while my boyfriend feeds you his cock." "Go into the bathroom and wash your dick, Bob," Pat instructed. I did as I was told, still able to see what was going on in the bedroom. "Now, John, get on your hands and knees." Mr. James did as he was told. I finished cleaning up quickly, not wanting to miss a second of the fun. "Get in front of John and let him suck your cock while I get him ready for my giant fuck-stick." I moved around in front of Mr. James and fed him my cock. He took it in his mouth and immediately started sucking it hard again. I watched as Pat lubed up his dick and Mr. James's asshole. He didn't even try to open him up, he just pushed inside until he was all the way in. Mr. James seemed to be in as much pain as he was pleasure. Then Pat did something I hadn't expected. He smacked his ass! "That's for fucking my boyfriend!" Mr. James flinched but didn't stop sucking my cock. Then Pat smacked his other ass cheek and said, "And that's for not inviting me to the fucking party!" I could have told him it was my idea, but Mr. James just looked up at me and gave a little headshake. He didn't want me to own it. I realized he wanted to be punished. "Your lily-white ass looks beautiful all pink and red and I can tell you like it, don't you piggie?" he asked as he smacked one cheek and then the other. Mr. James nodded slightly again. I was getting really turned on by their little show. "Tighten up, little piggie, your hole is too loose. Mr. James must have done as instructed because Pat's face looked a little pained, like his cock was being strangled by his `little piggie's' sphincter. "Good boy," Pat said as encouragement, then slapped his ass as a reward. Mr. James hummed on my prick and I lost it. "Aww fuuccckkkk!" I screamed as I blew my load down his throat. Pat blew next and screamed, "Fuck, little piggie!" as he slammed in one more time then stilled. Mr. James balanced on one hand pulled on his cock one time and blew his load too. I removed my cock from one end while Pat withdrew his from the other. Mr. James fell over and declared, "Damn! That was the best fuck of my life!!!" Pat and I just laughed as we fell on top of him. He hugged us to him, kissed me on the lips and then Pat. We fell asleep in a jumble and when I woke up hours later, we were all still in those positions. The next morning, Pat and I were alone in the big bed, but we could smell bacon cooking, so we got up and walked to the kitchen naked. Mr. James was still naked too, so we both came up behind him, each grabbing a handful of man-ass in one hand, a firm pec in the other then kissing him on the cheek. "Morning, boys! How'd ya sleep?" We all broke out in laughter. Needless to say, I was eager for more fun after breakfast but Mr. Garland came home, so it wasn't meant to be. (To be continued in Part 7)