Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2013 13:11:02 +0000 From: "James Fitzhugh (Google Drive)" Subject: Venturer Scout 01 The Venturer Scout by: James FitzHugh Many thanks to Len in South Africa for his editing and to Rob in Alberta, Canada for his technical assistance. Here we go with all the legal stuff. If you are under the legal age; then you really ought to leave now. If, on the other hand, you find the story offensive or it is illegal according to the laws of your Country, State or Province for you to view this content, I suggest you tune out and go find a good Sherlock Holmes mystery or a good novel written about the days of wooden ships and iron men. If you need help to find authors, just drop me a note. If you enjoy this story - or any others on this great site - remember that you can only read them if Nifty remains online. For that they need our cash. If we all give just a wee little bit, the site won't disappear and take our stories with them. No-one is asked to do any more than they can realistically afford but every ?, Euro or $ helps? ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I served 25 years as 1st (an Assistant Cubmaster); 2nd (an Assistant Scout Master); 3rd (a Venturer Advisor to 2 separate Companies); 4th (a Beaver Leader); and often, in addition to the Uniformed side of the house, I ended up serving on the civilian side as a District Council Secretary-Treasurer; a Group Secretary-Treasurer; and a Group Committee Chairman. I ended my service as a Member of the Provincial Council with responsibility as Co-Chairman of the 75th Anniversary Committee. The next Spring, I received my Medal of Merit and decided to call it quits because, among other things, the National Council had decided that it would allow co-ed Troops and Companies. There was simply no way I was going to carry the responsibility for a co-ed unit. I experienced the troubles of a few wayward Scouts, not just my own but some visiting American Eagle Scouts, who found a Girl Guide Camp not too far away and made a few night time excursions. Nine months later and after having three surprises we weren't expecting; so "nope" t'weren't for me and I felt I had done my bit. While I enjoyed my many years as an Assistant Scoutmaster; the years which I really gave my all to were the eight years I served as a Venturer Advisor to the Two Venturer Companies. These Companies consisted of young men from late in their 14th year to the beginning of their 18th year when they would move on to Rovers (although few did because the senior year of High School and the interest in the female population took up most of their available time). "Yes" I was a bi-sexual man. And, although there were some very beautiful young men in these Companies to whom I was attracted, I was so terrified of the consequences that I never, ever allowed myself to be caught alone with an individual. But among many, many instances and episodes throughout my 25 years, one has always stood out and I often wish that at the time I had the courage to pursue my interest. But, if you don't mind, now that I am on the subject you might appreciate what happened. I had purchased a lovely town house in a new Community that I shared with my sister, her husband and my two nephews. It was not the ideal situation but the design of the house had provided for a lovely one bedroom "Granny" suite on the lower level that led directly outside to a sloping lawn and garden area. Although I was never good at it, I puttered in the garden growing vegetables and flowers. Thank gawd my sister and brother-in-law were gardening fanatics so in the fall, my patch was covered by the foliage of their garden which surrounded my area. I had my own entrance, kitchenette, combined living room/dining area, extraordinarily large bathroom with a double shower and multiple shower heads which I had designed myself and an area set aside for my office. I was independent but spent a lot of time upstairs with my sister's family but no-one came downstairs unless they first rang a special bell my brother-in-law installed. Anyhow, I became a part of this community. I became a member of the local RC Church; a member of the bowling league; a member of the local historical society because there was still a remaining fort from the French colonial period within the Community limits; and, I was asked to assist a wonderful Dutch gentleman who was the local scoutmaster. The fact that this family also consisted of three sons, the middle one of whom I lusted after for years, helped I guess, although nothing ever came of my interest. From this Scout troop, came a squad of young men who all took on the challenge of going for their Queen Scout Award, so I became their advisor/mentor. There were two handicapped boys in the regular Scout Troop who also wanted to achieve their Queen Scout Award and we made them the mascots of what would be the new project. During the process we separated this squad from the Troop and decided to form a Venturer Company which was a very new development in the Scouting movement. Because they just happened to be the right age, they formed the 1st Venturer Company in that area of the Province. All of them were in the late 14years old - up to just turned 16. There was one particular boy (not the Dutchman's middle son) whose father was a member of the Armed Forces and a very strict sort of disciplinarian. I knew him and I liked him. But, I always felt that he was being too hard on his son. The young chap, whom I will call Aaron, had a tough time with his father because he was the only boy (and the middle child) in the family. As I was working on my thesis at the time and therefore spending a fair amount of time in my private office space doing research (this was before the arrival of the computer), periodically Aaron would wander over, knock on my door and invite himself in to just sit and chat or watch the telly. So, his coming and going and that of the Dutchman's middle son, as well as, other members of the Company was quite natural and no one ever paid it any mind. The fact that I, a single man, was living in the same house as my sister also accorded me protection from local gossip. Then my sister and her family left for a two month trip to the old Country and I delighted in the beauty of the peace and quiet. But I did, in fact, look forward to the periodic visits of Aaron not that I ever thought that I wanted anything to happen but because when that boy had his shirt off, he was something else to behold. I could store the sight of him in my memory banks and recall those images later for my jack off sessions. One night about three weeks into my sister's holiday, I was at home alone. I had automatic lights installed in the upper house that would turn on and turn off at regular times during the early and late evening so that no-one would realize my sister and her family weren't there. I could have moved upstairs for the duration but I was comfortable in my little abode. It was about three o'clock in the morning and suddenly there was this gawd-awful banging on my screen door. I slept nude at the time. The banging persisted so I finally stirred myself, got out of bed, grabbed a bath towel to wrap myself in and went to answer the door. And, there, slightly bombed out of his wits was Aaron Obviously he'd been off to the City exploring as I later found out with several of his buddies. He became separated from his group which I think he did on purpose. He went and visited a club on his own and then found his way home only, he wasn't going to his home because he was terrified what his father would do if he found he'd been drinking. So I opened the door and took the boy in. I didn't waste time with the coffee theory because even I knew it never worked. So, I plunked him down on one of my chairs, went and unfolded my couch, made up the bed, helped the poor little sod to undress but made sure I did not touch any bare skin and told him to climb into bed. After he was settled, I turned out the lights and went back to my bed to reclaim some of my lost sleep. I don't think I was in bed ten minutes. I know I was drifting somewhere between Mars and Saturn but all of a sudden there was an upheaval on the bottom of my bed. I sat up with a start and there was Aaron, as naked as a jay bird, clutching his pillow in front of him almost like a shield. The first words out of his mouth were, "Can we talk?" "Sure, son." I said although I really didn't want to. I wanted my sleep. "Can I tell you something I can't tell anyone else?" "Yes, Aaron. You know you can talk to me about anything that's on your mind." Of course I said this to a boy that was slightly drunk knowing my sleep was certainly going to be interrupted for at least another half if not whole hour. "You gotta promise me this will never get back to anybody," said the boy in an almost desperate tone. "Aaron, didn't we all agree that any one of you could come and talk to me about anything that was bothering you and, unless you wanted me to discuss it with your parents, what we talked about is private between you and me and I won't mention it to anyone?" "Yes." "So what do you want to talk to me about now that can't wait till morning?" "You know when I told you that I went to that club all by myself." "Yes, I remember." "Well, it was a gay club on Saunders Street." I knew about that particular club because, on occasion, I had stopped in there in the desire to have anonymous sex with a willing partner and had had some delightful, and occasionally, raunchy experiences. "Okay, so you visited a gay club. That's all part of the exploration phase of your education." "You don't understand." "Okay! What don't I understand?" "The washroom was downstairs. I needed to go for a piss. So I went downstairs and while I was standing at the urinal, this guy in his early 20's came up to me and took hold of my dick while I was pissing." Oh! I did so want to make the comment that he had such a beautiful dick because I'd seen him naked while he was changing at the swimming pool where he was taking diving lessons. But! I didn't say a word about his beautiful dick. But I did say, "So he held your dick while you pissed?" "Yeah! And as I finished pissing, my dick got really hard but he didn't let it go." "Well, Aaron. I think it's quite normal for someone's dick to get hard when someone else is holding it." "You don't understand." "Okay, what don't I understand?" "My dick got hard and the next thing I know this guy is on his knees with my dick in his mouth giving me a blowjob." "Was that the first blowjob you ever had in your young life?" "Not really. The first one I got was from Jessica W... one day after school. She was all teeth and she wouldn't take it when I was about to blow my load." "So, what's your problem?" "Nothing I guess. This guy gave me a blowjob. While he was doing it maybe five or six other guys came into the washroom and watched what was going on. When I was about to blow, I tried to pull out of his mouth but he grabbed my ass and held me in place. So I blew it down his throat." "Okay, let me get the facts straight." "You stumbled into a gay club all by yourself. You'd lost your mates." "Yeah, only I didn't stumble into this club. It's called the 'Dragon Fly Inn'. A guy on the diving team told me about it. He said he'd gone into it with a couple of his mates and they had a great time. He didn't tell me what he meant by the great time. So! When I saw that I was all alone; I decided to find it and see what this guy was talking about." "Nothing wrong with that, Aaron except (a) you are underage to be in a drinking establishment; and, (b) you should never have gone there alone. You don't know what could have happened to you." "Once I got in the door, no-one asked me for my i.d. and some guy, for all I know it was the same guy who gave me the blowjob, bought me two beers." "Okay, then after your two beers you needed to go for a piss." "Right" "You walked downstairs to the washroom." "Right" "Describe what you saw walking down to the washroom?" "Nothing really. Well, there were a few young guys standing along the walls. Some of them were standing alone with their hands in their pockets and one leg resting up on the wall, some were smoking more than just cigarettes and some others were standing in pairs, kissing I guess." "But no-one bothered you or attempted to grab you?" "Nope" "Then what happened?" "I got to the washroom and pushed open the door. The place was empty. There were toilets along one wall and a long trough along the other for a urinal." "Okay, what happened next?" "Well! I was desperate for a piss, so I undid the button holding my jeans together, pulled down my zipper, fished out my dick and started peeing to my great relief." "Okay. So far; so good. Then what happened?" "I didn't hear the door open but all of a sudden there was this young guy, maybe in his early twenties, wearing a black leather jacket, jeans and cowboy boots, not sneakers, standing right next to me. He was about 6 foot, clean shaven with a head of really nice red hair." "Okay, so this chap decides to stand next to you. Does that cause you a problem?" "That fuckin trough had to be 12 to 15 feet long along that wall so why did he decide to stand next to me?" "Did it bother you that he stood next to you instead of further down?" "Not really. I think I was just too relieved to be finally draining the lizard." "So! Then what happened?" "Well! I've got my eyes closed enjoying the relief of the pressure on my bladder and suddenly this guy wraps his fingers around my dick and tells me I've got a nice one." "Initially, did he do anything other than hold it?" "Nope. He just held it for me while I continued pissing." "And then what happened?" 'Well, it was a fuckin long piss but I was just about to reach down and shake the last of the piss off the lizard when he did it for me. And once he'd done that, he began moving his hand up and down my dick like he was going to jack me off." "Did that bother you?" "No. But I think I was rather shocked." "Let me get this straight. You're shocked because some guy is holding your dick and jacking you off. You, a young stud who goes to the big YMCA Pool for your diving course all the time and been, how many times, stark naked in the locker room? And, you're shocked?" "Well yeah. I guess. I never saw anybody grab or hold anyone else's dick before in the locker room. And, except for Jessica, I'd certainly never had anyone hold my dick before." "You and one of your mates never played any personal games during sleep-over's or anything?" "Not fuckin likely. Do you know what would happen to someone if everybody found out they were a fag? Their life would become fuckin miserable and the jocks would start hounding them for a blowjob every chance they got." "Okay, so this chap is holding your dick. Then what happened?" "After my dick reached its full 8 inches, he turned me facing him and got down on one knee. He opened his mouth and pulled my dick to his lips." "Did it bother you that he was about to give you a blowjob?" "I dunno. On the one hand I was scared out of my fuckin tree. Here I was in the basement of a club I'd never been to before with a guy about five or six years older than me, on one knee about to take my dick into his mouth. On the other hand, I was excited. My first experience with Jessica had been the shits. My diving mate bragged that only another guy knows how to give a blowjob. And now, here I was, in the basement washroom of a downtown gay club, about to prove that theory." "Then what happened?" "Well the guy reached around and grabbed my ass. Then he started moving me back and forth so my dick was sliding in and out of his mouth. My gawd, could that guy ever deep throat. It was like he'd been waiting for my cock all night. Anyway, I got into the groove, wrapped my fingers in his red hair and began face fucking him." "Once you began face fucking him on your own, you had no concerns. Nothing bothered you?" "Nope. Once that guy took my cock down to the point that his nose and lips were deep in my bush, I just moved on instinct and fucked that throat for all I was worth." "You didn't care about the guy. It didn't bother you that he was a total and complete stranger?" "Fuck no. If that guy was willing to suck my cock; I was willing to give it to him." "And then what happened?" "Well my cocksucker was going to town. He was really concentrating on giving me a good time. He'd get me to the point that I was winding up to explode and then he'd back off. He must have done that four or five times. Meanwhile, I could see the door and several times the door opened and other guys came in and just stood around watching the show." "Did any of the others get into action?" "Nope. It looked like everyone was watching me and the dude giving me the blowjob." "And?" "And, nothing. The guy really let me fuck his face and throat and I really did oblige him. Then I warned him I was going to blow and tried to pull my dick out of his mouth. But the guy wasn't willing to let me go. He applied pressure to my ass and pulled me in real close so that I could feel my cock knob pass his throat opening and then I let her ripe. I pumped six or seven times into him. He gagged and sputtered a little but he held on tight and didn't lose a drop of my load." "And when that was all said and done, what happened next?" "Well, after he cleaned me up, he tucked my now deflating cock back into my jockeys and zipped me up. After I buttoned the waist button, he stood up, wrapped his big arm around my neck, brought my head in close and gave me a kiss on the lips. He didn't try to give me the tongue. He just kissed me and when he was done he said that he enjoyed that and that we had to do it again. I told him that it was my first time in the club and the first real blowjob I ever got." "Was he shocked by that?" "I don't think so. He did ask how old I was and when I went to say 18, he said 'horseshit' and asked my real age. I told him I'd just turned 16. He walked me upstairs back into the bar and bought me another beer. When I was ready to go, he walked me to a taxi stand and slipped a piece of paper into my pocket, telling me I should call him for a repeat performance in a more enjoyable and relaxed atmosphere." "Okay, now here's the question. Did you enjoy the experience?" "No! Yeah! Maybe! I don't fuckin know really." 'Okay, here's my next question. Would you do it again?" "I don't fuckin know." "Alright, that's fair enough. So, if it happens again, you come and talk to me again. In the meantime, there's nothing more we can do tonight so let's get some sleep." "Can I sleep with you?" "As much as I would probably like that, it's never gonna happen. So, Aaron, back to the couch." And he went. I didn't care if he saw me or not, I did jack off to the scene that Aaron had described for me. I'm pretty sure he did too. We both slept in the next morning. Note: If you liked this little story, want to give constructive criticism or just want to rant, feel free to drop me a note at FitzH1943@gmail.com If you would like to hear more of Aarons adventures, again, drop me a note and let me know.