Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2018 16:31:31 -0400 From: James Fitzhugh Subject: Venturer Scout 12 The Venturer Scout -12 by: James FitzHugh Many thanks to Len in South Africa for his editing and to those readers who very kindly dropped me a note asking me if I dropped off the face of the earth. . 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 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, better yet, 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... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Well the four hardy warriors headed down Montgomery Street which leads down into the center of the City. It wasn't all that far to the club but we messed around watching the street dancers and listening to some warbling from a group of teens raising some cash for something or other. We all threw some coins into the hat and moved along to the next sight. We certainly weren't in any hurry. After stopping to watch one of the female dancers in the second story window of a popular girlie bar where lap dancing was on offer, the boys finally arrived at the Club. ++++++++++++ "Do you know that guy sitting over by himself in the corner?" asked Dickie poking Aaron in the ribs with his elbow. Squinting into the rather shadowy corner, Aaron couldn't make out the face except to know that it was the face of a black man. "I don't know any black men," he tells Dickie. "How can you tell he's black in that dim corner?" piped up Michael. "Well, meathead, just take a moment to look. I know you college boys are struggling to get an edjumacation but if that's a white boy, I'll go down on him right here." Aaron said taking a swipe at Michael's shoulder. "You told me you've never sucked dick," piped in Rod. "You changing that story now?" "Nope, m'boyo," laughed Aaron. "There's only been one guy I ever thought about doing it with but, so far, it hasn't happened." "Fuck the guy in the corner," said Michael grabbing hold of his crotch. "Why waste your talents on him when my big stick of baloney is right here." "Do you dream in technicolour, too?" Asked Aaron beginning to laugh his fool head off. "You don't know what you're missing," said Michael still holding on to his crotch which was now showing a sizeable bulge. "Nope! I admit I don't but, remember, now you have your own roommate on tap so to speak," replied Aaron still laughing and looking over at Rod. While everyone was concentrating on Rod, no-one saw under the table where Michael pulled Rod's right hand onto his slowly rising joy stick. Michael wanted Rod to get a good sense of the size of the stick of baloney that was going to be shooting his man juice down his throat and up ass later that night. "Why don't you go and ask him if he knows anyone at this table," suggested Rod moving the conversation away from any possible reference to his skills. "He's been looking over here since we sat down." "Dickie should do it. He noticed him first," replied Aaron. "Not me!" piped up Dickie. I ain't going to step up to a nigger I don't know. "You know, Dickie," Aaron commented staring at his teammate. "If we were anywhere else but in this bar, I would slap you upside your head for that comment," said Aaron continuing to stare at his teammate. "Why? What did I do?" "You know, fucking well, that it is racist to use the "N" word when referring to Black people," replied Aaron now glaring at Dickie. "Well, it just goes to show you I've never had anything to do with one before," replied Dickie being somewhat apologetic for his rude comment. "I've never spoken to a black man before either so maybe I should go learn something new," said Aaron rising from the table and leaving his beer behind in Rods care. Aaron left the table and slowly worked his way through the standing crowd, getting a little tap here, a little squeeze there to the table in the back corner. "May I sit down," he asked the man who had been watching him from the moment he had risen at his table. "I'd like that," came the reply "Aaron, never one to waste time, jumped right to the question. "My mates and I would like to know if you know any of us sitting at our table?" "First," said the man reaching over to pick up a clean glass from the center of the table. "Let me pour you some beer." "I have some going over at my table," Aaron replied, "so just a half glass will do fine. Don't want to drink too much tonight." "That makes sense to me unless, of course, you're out cruising or celebrating." "Nahhhhhhh. My friend Dickie thinks he's introducing me to this club for the first time but, in fact, this is the second time I've been here." "And, who'd you come with the first time?" "Just me. I was on an exploration adventure. I'd never been to a club before. And, then I met Rod here, he's the guy farthest near the wall. Anyway" continued Aaron looking the man straight in the eyes, "you didn't answer my question." "Adventuresome, I'd say to enter a club like this. It's a wonder you got out of here in one piece. There's a lot of men in this place who would love to teach you the ropes." "Yeah, I suppose," said Aaron taking a quick look around the room. "And, to answer your question. No, I do not know anyone currently sitting at your table," offered the man taking a small drink of his beer. "But, I do know you. At least, of you." "How's that possible?" asked Aaron. I've never met a Black person so far in my life. "Well now. Let me correct that. Hi! My name is Leroy Davis," he said sticking out his big hand. "I'm Aaron." Said the boy as he reached for the hand and shook it. "Now that the introductions are out of the way, I just happen to know your father, your friend Nicholas and Nicholas's father. I also know the man who serves as your Venturer Company Advisor," said Leroy with a grin spreading across his face. "Ohhhhhhh shit!" moaned Aaron. "Relax Aaron." Said the man. "I'm not out to cause you any grief. I promise never to tell anyone I met you here. How's that?" "You'd do that for me?" "I told you, I know your father. I can only imagine what it's like growing up in a military household." "Yeah! Well it has its moments," replied Aaron now feeling somewhat relieved. "So! How do we know some of the same people?" "Well! For starters we live in the same village. At least you do, I live on the southern edge of the village." "I have never been out there but the Boss, that's my Venturer Advisor, says there are farms out there." "Yes, there are. Originally, there were three farms out there. The Davis farm, the Bradley farm and the Kirkland farm." "You said, `originally'. I do know that some of the men in the village have been talking and complaining that they can't expand the village to the South unless they get rid of those farms. Have the farms been sold?" asked the curious boy. "Nope! I'm afraid not," replied Leroy. "The problem now for the village people is that all three farms are owned by one entity and it is unlikely that the property will be put up for sale any time soon. Besides, there is plenty of land to the North and West of the village and, I understand that a large mall is planned to be built along the highway on the East side." "But, the golf course is on the West side," said Aaron remembering the house off the side of the golf course where he had played with Nicholas and friends. "I'm, personally, not in the business of property development so, I'm afraid, it's a matter for the towns people to work on," replied the Black man with a chuckle. "However, one of my brothers has already done some development work in the village." "Really?" asked Aaron. "Yes," came the reply. "My oldest brother struck a deal with the CMHC and developed the area of McKenzie Terrace where he built 25 town houses. After that, he had Mount Steven Terrace built with 30 town houses in units of five in each block; and, the last project he undertook was Massey Terrace where there were another 30 town house units." "Geeeeeez," responded Aaron, "That meant what, an input of some 85 new families to the village. In fact," he said, I think we have some members of our Company that live on those terraces. So," he asked. "What's your big brother doing now?" "Actually," Leroy replied, "when he had the last of the units sold, he decided that if he was going to be in the property development business, he had better understand finance. So he went off to the University of British Columbia where he got his Bachelor of Business Administration and now he's working on his Masters in Finance." "You said one of your brothers. How many brothers do you have?" asked Aaron. "There's only three of us. I'm the baby." "What's the other brother do?" "He's a chemical engineer." "And, what do you do?" "I'm just the farmer and property manager. But, I am also studying Psychology through evening classes. " "So, how do you know James?" asked Aaron. "Actually, he and I are the same age and we went through High School together." "Really?" "Yes. He's a great guy. He's been a friend of mine since first grade and, through him, I met Josh Thompson, Gjert and Nicholas." "Where did you meet Nicholas?" "Let's see now. I think it was at an abandoned house somewhere along the golf course." "Really?" "Yes. I had walked down to the Pro Shop on the golf course to buy some top notch golf balls for my oldest brother's birthday. I was walking home on a pathway when I came across an abandoned house. The back door was slightly ajar so I slid it open and entered the house. I could hear noises so I crept around as silently as I could and then spied Nick holding some guys head in his hands and roughly skullfucking him." "I wonder who that was?" asked Aaron getting curiouser and curiouser. "I think, but I can't say for certain, it was that Captain of the rival High School's soccer team," offered Leroy. "Ahhhhh, right. You must mean Auggie," replied Aaron. "He seems to love swinging on Nick's big dick," was all Aaron was going to volunteer. "I don't think that's the only dick he enjoys swinging on, as you call it," replied Leroy with a chuckle. Leroy wasn't going to tell this boy that he had also skull fucked Auggie and taken his ass on one nice long weekend. "Well! If we're being honest here, he's swung on mine once," responded Aaron. "And", said Leroy, "One time when Nick brought him out to my place for a BBQ, he swung on mine several times between the time he arrived and when they left the next day." He didn't volunteer the cherry part of the story. "Really?" "Yes", replied Leroy. "Sometimes I have BBQ's out at my place. After our Mother died, I had to find a cook because I can't boil water. Fr. Trahan called me one day and asked if I had any open spaces on the farm. I told him I was really looking for a cook but I also told him I was looking for a man, not a woman, to fill that job. Now, we all love Fr. Trahan but, sometimes, he lets on he's as dumb as a rock when really, he knows a lot more than he's saying. Know what I mean, Aaron?" "Not really," said the boy. "Well! Let me put it this way. I own a rather large, nice house. I live in it alone. I love to walk around without any clothes on. Sooooooooooo." "Right!" quickly replied Aaron with a growing smile. "So, you don't want a woman in the house if you can help it." "That's right," replied Leroy. "So now, at the suggestion of Fr. Trahan, I interviewed a young guy who was coming out of prison and had nowhere or no one to go to. He's a Russian, a descendant of the Tsar's Cossacks, strikingly beautiful and exceptionally well built. You know the type, tall, blond, blue eyed, beautifully built and equipped with a fireman's hose, if you know what I mean. He rarely walks around the house nude but he is prone to wearing these really shear see through pants. If we have special visitors like the Parish Priest, some of the Teaching Brothers, and other visitors of the village, he always tends to dress accordingly. But when it's just the boys we know or someone we want to watch the reaction, he'll wear his shear thingies. Now, I have a cook who is really fabulous at what he does not only in the kitchen but also in my bed and his own bedroom. I like to entertain. Sometimes, it's just a Saturday night and I'll invite some of the guys like James and Nick who once brought Auggie and recently brought Josh along. We'll have a BBQ, some of the farm hands will be invited up to even the numbers and things usually take off from there. Yes, Nick told me how you generously loaned Josh to him until his own boy comes back." `And yet, Nick nor James nor, anyone else I know, ever mentioned Black people in the Village," said Aaron matter-of-factly. "That's because, they don't want to see us." "Really! In this day and age?" asked the boy almost as if he, and not Leroy, were insulted. "Change takes time, little man." Just then, in popped Dickie who simply plopped himself down beside Aaron. "We thought you got lost so Michael wanted me to go find you. I think he wants to smooch with his new boy." "Right! I'm sitting right here where you can keep an eye on me and I got lost? By, the way, Dickie, this here is Leroy. He comes from my village," Aaron says by way of introduction. Leroy and Dickie shake hands but not before Dickie gets a word in. "You mean to say there's more than one other person in that little place you live in?" "What's he talking about, Aaron?" asked the black man. But Dickie was having one of his moments. "Well! When we were having dinner, Aaron was telling us about this little village he lives in and this big studly guy that he loaned his boy to. I offered to look the big guy up but Aaron says Village people look after their own," blurted out Dickie laughing himself foolish. "Does he mean when you loaned Josh to take care of Nicholas while Nick's boy was in Ontario?" asked Leroy looking at Aaron. Dickie stopped laughing instantly. "You mean to tell me that story's true?" "Sure it is. You mean to tell me you folks in the City don't help out your neighbours in time of need?" Now it was Leroy and Aarons turn to laugh. "Anyway, I came to get you because I need to go to the bathroom and I don't want to go downstairs alone," said Dickie. "I haven't been drinking much so I'm not ready but I can go with you." "Dickie," jumped in Leroy. "I need to go so, why don't I take you to the private bathroom at the back of the bar and you won't have to go through the gauntlet downstairs. Dickie looked at Aaron who shrugged his shoulders indicating he seemed okay with it and who offered to look after the table and the beer while Leroy was away. Leroy stood up, put his arm around Dickie's shoulder to signal possession to everyone around them and steered Dickie to the end of the bar and down a hallway. Leroy led Dickie to the small bathroom, normally used by the staff, hidden behind the bar. Once he unlocked the door and led Dickie in, he closed and locked the door. Leroy didn't waste much time. He simply pushed Dickie to sit on the toilet seat. "So, did you say anything to Aaron about me?" "What the fuck would I do that for? He's cute, he's hung and when he lets me, he certainly knows how to skull fuck. I don't tell him nothing about anyone else I might fuck around with." "Does that mean that Aaron is skull fucking you regularly?" asked Leroy with a knowing smile. "I wonder what he'd say if he knew I was skull fucking you on a semi-regular basis." "I haven't told Aaron anything. Besides I'm not having sex with him all that regularly. He was skull fucking the college jock, Rob, for a while but tonight he handed him over to his roommate, Michael. Can you imagine? Asked Dickie. "The two of them living in the same apartment and Michael not knowing that Rob was a natural born cocksucker?" "Now that the cat is out of the bag, I suspect Rob's tonsils will soon be getting a workout," commented Leroy as he ran his hands through Dickie's hair. Dicky was looking straight at Leroy's packed crotch and noticed a wet spot growing at the end of the long tube stretched up and to the right in Leroy's pants. "That might mean that our friend Aaron is going on the hunt again. "Hmmmm, that might open up opportunities." said Leroy matter-of-factly. "Anyway, kiddo, as you can see," said Leroy leaning in and rubbing the front of his pants across Dickie's face. "I've been waiting for the chance to corner you for this blow job for a while tonight. We haven't got all that much time so you had better get that snake out of its cage so you can start working on it." "You're eager, ...?" teased Dickie, unzipping Leroy's pants." "Knowing you, I know you're the one that's eager to suck my dick," joked Leroy as he spread his legs on both sides of the toilet seat Dickie was seated on. As time was of the essence, he decided to help Dickie as he pulled down his pants to reveal his light blue jock. "As you can see I left my jockstrap on for you..., I thought maybe you'd like to smell the sweat from my balls." "You're such an asshole," said Dickie as Leroy put his big hand on the back of his head. He really didn't exert any pressure nor did he have to as Dickie slowly moved his head towards his prize. Dickie took a deep breath as he reached to pull out and push aside Leroy's jock strap. The big, beer can thick, circumcised 9 and 1/2 inch dick was slowly unveiled as Leroy struggled to help Dickie to free it from the jock. Obviously Leroy hadn't showered since yesterday because Leroy's nose was instantly assailed by the musky aroma emanating from the very large thick haired crotch. "Remember we haven't got much time so you'd better stop staring and get on with the sucking." said Leroy pulling the boys head to the point where his lips were sliding along the thick shaft towards the big, thick bush of wiry crotch hair. Leroy had really needed to get off and he tried not to moan as he felt Dickie's lips wrap around his cockhead. Slowly, inch by inch, Dickie let Leroy ease his fat cock towards his throat. Dickie had done this a few times over the past two years. The swimmer Leduc had introduced them at a competition that was being held at the university. No-one knows to this day whether Leroy had ever seduced Leduc but Leroy remembered the day he walked into a private room being used by Leduc as he prepared to take part in the meet. The swimmer with the beautiful body was sitting in a nice comfy chair with Dickie kneeling between his wide spread legs working the swimming champions big cock between his lips. After unloading down Dickie's throat, Leduc rose, put on his speedo and told Leroy to enjoy himself. Dickie sucked the juice out of his first big black cock that day not once, but twice. It was the beginning of a sort of semi-regular occurrence. "That's it, baby. Take daddy's big cock," cooed the big black stud as he eased more and more of his cock into Dickie's face. "I wonder if our boy has ever sucked cock?" asked Leroy softly enjoying Dickie's enjoyment of his big cock. As his tongue consciously bathed the behemoth heading for his throat, Dickie's eyes slowly moved up the beautiful black man's body and caught Leroy smiling down at him. "Yeah, I'd love to have him on his knees worshipping at the altar of love." Dickie tasted the sweat of Leroy's thick shaft as the shaft moved slowly in and out of his mouth each time now bringing his lips to rest in that beautiful, very thick forest of pure man scented crotch hair. He had wanted to feel the power of Leroy's big cockhead in his throat and, having had a lot of practice, had no problem going all the way down and sealing his lips and nose at the hairy base. He stopped the motion for maybe thirty seconds before he slowly dragged his sensuous lips back along that beautiful black shaft. "My gawd but you're fucking good at this...!" Teased Leroy as he enjoyed watching his big cock slowly moving in and out of the boy's head. But time was a factor so he placed his big hands on Dickie's head moving the kids head back and forth a little faster but always making sure those lips of his ended up being deep in his thick black forest of crotch hair. Leroy slowly increased his hip pumping in and out of Dickie's throat. His big balls were now slapping Dickie's chin and drool started to appear at the corners of Dickie's mouth. "Damn, you a fucking natural cocksucker, Dickie. Have I ever told you that before?" asked Leroy using his hips to drive his big black cock as far as it would go into Dickie's throat. It was all too soon when Dickie felt Leroy's dick begin to swell in his mouth. By experience he knew that it would only be a stoke or two more before Leroy would drive his dick all the way into this throat, plant his lips and nose in that big black bush, and shoot his usual massive load of cock juice directly into this stomach. And, then it happened. That big black cock unleashed blast after blast of thick creamy spunk down Dickie's throat. Only after firing six shots directly into his stomach did Leroy slowly pull his cock back far enough so that only the big soft head rested just inside his lips. He would deposit the remainder of his load on Dickie's tongue. As both slowly climbed down from their sexual high Dickie looked up at Leroy, "I don't think he's ever given head to anyone." "You mean that he's never knelt for his friend Nicholas?" "Not that I know of and he's never said anything to me that would suggest he has but I do know he has a torch burning for him." "I wonder what our boy Aaron would say if he knew that his boy, Nicholas, was already a certified member of the cocksuckers union?" asked Leroy. "You're shittin me, Leroy. I've never met this guy Nicholas but from the stories Aaron has told, I always assumed that he was a giver, never a taker." "So! You've never seen the boy Aaron is in love with?" "No! And why would I? I don't even know where his bloody village is. So, how would I ever know that boy, Nicholas?" "We're gonna have to fix that l'il buddy. I'll have to get you out to my farm for a long weekend soon. I know several guys who would fall in love with your throat and probably your ass, Nicholas included," said Leroy tucking himself back in place and pulling up his zipper. Dickie got up and went to the basin to rinse his mouth out and, as he was doing so, Leroy slid in behind him, bent down to nibble his ear. "Not a fuckin word to Aaron, you understand?" "Leroy, get a fuckin grip. I've never been one to have sex with someone and then act like the fuckin Town Crier. Your secret is safe with me." "I'll get you out to the farm, soon."