Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2006 08:32:51 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Scrutiny - adult/youth

Scrutiny
By: Aberration

Disclaimer:

This story contains material of a sexual nature and describes sexual acts
between varied ages, which may include adult/youth. If you find this kind
of material offensive, if you are not of legal age to read such material or
if it is illegal in your country, please do not read any further.

My stories may contain some factual or autobiographical elements, but they
are works of fiction, figments of imagination and any apparent similarity
of characters to real people is coincidental.

Expression should never be considered intent and the activities included in
these representations should not be considered as endorsed or condoned by
the author.

Story Codes: (bb, tb, mb, voy, oral, anal, mast, mild w/s)

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com


The heat of the day almost gone, the sun drawing a golden hue on the
mountain tops, just moments before days end and night conquers once
again. A boy stands at the shores edge, deep in contemplation, reflecting
on lives past and knowing in his heart, serenity.

Not always so, there will always be periods of agony, defeat, but the human
spirit seems to have developed a marvelous skill at eventually dulling the
aftermath, enhancing the positive, winning moments, in THX Certified
Digitally Enhanced quality.

As the warmth outside fails, an inner heat spreads inside, the boy's mind
drifting through memories, unlike the micro chip, randomly, with the flow
of not just data, but of smell, feeling and emotion.

The very essence of a young life, the life of young man, such as it is and
has been for the time periods known as years, exactly eighteen of them.

Drifting in first are visions of infancy, the most surreal and dreamlike, a
mobile viewed from the mattress in his crib, baths in the kitchen sink,
blowing out three candles on a brightly colored birthday cake.

Another bath time, a small curl forming at the corners of his mouth,
hearing his mother explain that little boys' penises did that because they
had to go number one, the smirk becomes a grin, Daddy correctly explains
stiffies a few days later.

Excitedly sharing his new discovery with his cousins, Emily and Brock, the
disappointment at being pooh-poohed as having old news and then the wild
excitement as they show him how much fun stiffies can be.

`I always thought Brock's little thing was always more interesting' he
recalls with a smile, edifying to himself the beginning of his interest in
stiffies.

Repeating his knowledge with several playmates, who always seemed to lose
interest long before he would, until Brock introduced him to his older
friend and he zealously joined in their `nasty games', a phrase coined from
the older boy. That was when he saw his first real orgasm, enthralled at
the four or five spurts of milky liquid the boy would shoot from the end of
his penis.

He did taste the stuff, but that happened when that teenager with really
huge balls had caught him staring taking a pee at the movies. He'd sucked
on his cousin's and many of his friends, but that penis was huge,
remembering how his jaw ached and the funny, salty sweet, partially cooked
egg white consistency. Sperm had its likes and dislikes.

Except for Ed's, the old man's, most of the stuff was pretty tasteless,
just salty, but he had started to notice that guy's that were just starting
to make the stuff, theirs was much tastier and he really got to liking
it. Especially after he'd been made mascot, he had sucked off the star
player many times the previous summer, of the seventh grade boy's
basketball team.

To this day he can't enter a locker room without stiffening, fondly
recalling the many times he would shower with the older boys and go around,
making each spurt their fluids, most in his mouth and down his belly. A few
liked to fuck; he'd lost his anal cherry to the largest boy, center, who
looked, and felt, every bit of fifteen, as a trophy for being MVP at the
holiday tournament and from then on, he obliged them all.

It was the old man who showed him that his butt could cause his dry cums as
much as his penis. He'd been half way to his eighth birthday when
introduced to `Uncle Ed' by a school mate that he'd had a sexual sleepover
with, who was the first to lick and probe his bum with a tongue, he'd
wanted to know where he'd learned it from.

`That `Ol fucker,' the boy, no actually, he was a man now, thought with a
grin, `What he could do to a boys' butt hole!'

`Uncle' Ed Grayson was well into his sixties and been in pursuit of young
boys and teens for well over forty years. He'd been in Scouts, from Cub to
Eagle in his own youth, snared by the Den Leader's husband at nine, had a
long involvement with a Senior Patrol leader during puberty and then
started chasing boys younger then himself as they were much easier, and
willing, to seduce, once his peers started chasing `snatch'.

During his college days he not only mentored less fortunate youths, but
provided tutoring to spoiled rich kids, which paid for most of education,
both groups providing the satisfaction his libido desired.

The age group was the importance for him, not any particular `type', if
they were within two years either way of puberty, Ed was more then willing
to escort them on that path. His joy was being there at the beginning,
causing those spurts of crystal, swirled with white, hearing the rapid
intake of sharp breaths as for the first time the boy feels himself give up
his personal essence, his regard for orgasms forever altered.

Several Troops throughout as many states as an adult leader, Scoutmaster,
always staying ahead of the rumor mill, he blazed a trail throughout his
almost twenty years in Scouting, one that only he knew the true extent of,
even after the authorities had attempted to piece everything together after
his death.

`God,' the young thinker contemplated, `How many of those `Extra' camp outs
did we go on, shit, when I was fourteen we practically lived up in the
mountains,' recalling when the `Inner' Troop would hike alone with just Ed,
strictly against Scouting rules of course, but the most that ever
participated was six, all initiates and confidants, so the true nature of
their purpose would remain unknown. Naked wrestling, slicking up their
maturing young bodies with cooking oil and sliding, gripping, slipping and
making each other cum almost all night long. Capture games, where the
unfortunate victim was subjected to hours of stimulation without being
allowed to climax, in order to gain a spot in the record book for longest
spurt, or length of staying power. Initiate night had been his personal
favorite, having twice produced his own candidates, each achieving their
own personal first time ejaculations during the ceremonies, by his skilled,
well practiced methods and ability to predict such an event.

"Eagle Scout" he said to the swiftly disappearing orb and himself. "I wish
he could have been here."

With the last rays casting a faint shadow on the sand, he turned and left
his thoughts to dissolve with the night and continue his journey, beginning
his entry into manhood and Assistant Scoutmaster of Troop 96, Ed's last
Troop, and no longer scrutinizing his life or the man they'd buried that
afternoon.