Date: Wed, 1 Aug 2018 17:05:38 -0300 From: James Fitzhugh Subject: Venturer Scout 13 Many thanks to Len in South Africa for his editing and to those readers who very kindly dropped me a note. . 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... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ After Dickie had rinsed out his mouth, he finally took that long needed piss. Leroy, not being shy at all, stood beside him, dangled that big hose over the toilet bowl and let fly. After they both straightened out their clothing and washed their hands, they headed back to their table. Even from a distance, Leroy could sense that Aaron was having a problem. Some big dude in leather had his hand on Aaron's shoulder and the boy didn't look like he was enjoying the experience. Dickie was walking behind Leroy and couldn't really see what was going on but when he looked down and saw Leroy folding his hands into fists he decided to hang back just in case body parts started flying over Leroy's broad shoulders. Leroy went round to the back of Aaron and wrapped his big black arms around the boy's shoulders. "Are you having any problems here, Aaron? He asked bending down and nibbling Aaron's ear. "I ....I .... I", was all Aaron got out before the guy in the leather seemed to apply pressure to poor Aaron's shoulder. Meanwhile, Dickie, being a scaredie cat, just slid into the bench on the opposite side from Aaron and slid right up against the wall. He knew, because once before he'd seen, what Leroy was like when he got mad. The guy in leather made his first mistake when he looked at Leroy, realized he was black, and asked, "What's up nigger?" "I don't know," he said, "you tell me." Asked Leroy as he tightened his grip around Aaron to make sure the boy knew that Leroy would keep him safe. Dickie squeezed the wall. "Oh fuck!; Oh fuck!; Oh fuck!" he whispered to himself. "I think you are making my boy here, nervous," said Leroy to the leather man. "Well! You wasn't here when I came along, so I claimed him." Said the leather man. "Strike two", whispered Dickie but he moved his lips so Aaron could easily see what he was saying. "I am only going to ask you once, Mr. Tough Guy. Get your fucking hand off my boy," barked Leroy. Dickie put his hand on the table and spread out three fingers so Aaron, ready or not, knew something bad was going to go down. "I don't think this beautiful white boy belongs to you nigger. So why don't you just move along." Snapped the Leatherman. "Oh shit! Oh shit; Oh shit" was all that was going through Dickie's head when as sudden as a meteorite crashing into the earth, Leroy's big fist came up and smashed the leatherman in the jaw. He went down like a stone. Someone yelled fight and, suddenly, there were people screaming, punching and kneeing other people but no-one dared to take a swing at Leroy. Gently the big black man eased Aaron out of his bench and motioned for Dickie to do the same. Once he had both boys tucked under an arm, Leroy led them to the table where Rod and Michael were sitting. "What the hell happened?" asked Michael. "Just some hayseed thinking that he was gonna take our Aaron away for a little tete-a-tete. So, I had to teach him some manners." Said Leroy with a grin sweeping across his face. By this time, Leroy had Dickie in the bench against the wall, Aaron was in the middle and he pulled Rod up and had him sit next to Aaron. That way his back was to the wall and he could see the bar floor and watch the bouncers clean up the mess. One of the bouncers, Chuck, who had seen the whole thing and been keeping his eye on Aaron while Leroy was away, came over to Leroy and asked him if everything was okay. "Sorry about the mess, Chuck." Replied Leroy as he slipped some money into Chuck's hand. Chuck never even looked down. He knew in advance that each of the bouncers would get a little bonus for the cleanup. Just smiling at Leroy, he slipped his hand and the money into his pocket. "Not to worry, Mr. Davis, Sir. The boys and I will have everything back to normal in a moment. In the meantime, Brian here," he said looking over his shoulder to see a burley waiter with a tray held in one hand over his head, "has brought a round of refreshed drinks for you and your guests, on the house. Again, Sir, the Management apologizes for any inconvenience to you and your young friends." "Thank you Chuck. Thank the Management and the Boys for their assistance." Chuck put a clean glass in front of everyone and put the big jug of beer in the middle of the table. When he was done, he looked directly at Leroy, smiled and went back to the bar. While Michael was pouring everyone a fresh beer, the noise in the bar slowly returned to normal. "Well Aaron," Leroy said looking first at Dickie and then at Aaron, "How'd you like your first night in a gay bar." Aaron giggled; Dickie looked pleased at himself and Rod, coughed to the point that Michael began slapping him on the back. "You okay there Rod?" Asked the college boy. "Well, guys! After we've drunk this," he said waving his glass, why don't you all come up to my place for a night cap?" Suggested Leroy. "There's too many people in here and I don't want to get involved in any more fights tonight." "You have a place here in the City?" Asked Aaron. "Yes," replied Leroy looking directly at Aaron. "My brothers and I bought two apartments up in the Chateau as an investment. It took us forever to get through the bullshit but we finally got the two apartments merged into one single unit." "Holy shit!" Said Aaron. "The bloody Chateau, no less. My father says that only Princes, retired politicians, Senators, Judges and rich people live there." "Well, I think your father might be half right," laughed Leroy. "As far as I know, there is one Prince from Saudi Arabia who visits periodically. There is a Prince of the House of Windsor whose name I am not allowed to mention. He pops in unannounced and without much fuss on occasion. But we know when he's there because the security tightens up. There are a few Judges and definitely a retired Senator or two. But all the rest are just ordinary people who, like you and me, put their panties or their boxers on one leg at a time." That comment got the boys laughing as Leroy signaled to Chuck, the waiter, who strode right over. "Could you arrange a taxi van for all of us, please?" "Yes, Sir! Right Away, Sir." Replied Chuck who was quickly on his way wherever he goes to call or signal for taxis. Leroy stood up with his back to the large dance floor as the boys filed out and headed for the door. As the group walked to the front door, Leroy made a short call on his cell. The taxi van was waiting for them the moment they stepped out of the Club's door. It did not take them long to pile in and the drive up to the Chateau, as it was known. It did not take them more than a few minutes even with the Saturday night traffic on the downtown streets. On their arrival, a doorman opened the door for them to exit while Leroy paid the taxi driver. The boys gathered in the beautiful decorated lobby and waited for Leroy. Once he arrived, the group went for the elevators. When they were all safely inside the elevator, Leroy reached over Dickie's head and pressed the button for the 7th floor. Upon its arrival at the 7th floor, the doors opened and Leroy led the boys down the wide, carpeted hall to an apartment marked with the number 4. Just as Leroy was about to take the handle, the door opened and the boys were met by a very beautiful, very well built, young, dark haired man wearing nothing but a pair of white sexy mesh sheer lounge pants. The boys could no doubt see the young man's treasures through the material. Once everyone was inside milling about the beautiful foyer, Leroy introduced them. "Gentlemen, I would like you to meet Vladimir Alexandrovitch, my houseman." This was followed by a chorus of "hi's" but there was no question that both Dickie and Rod had their attention focused on Vlad's nether regions. Leroy politely herded the boys into a beautifully appointed living room with many exquisite Louis XIV furniture pieces. Leroy invited them to make themselves comfortable while Vladimir or as he corrected them, "Just call me, Vlad" asked what each boy preferred to drink. On offer was beer, wine, pop and water. All the boys decided to stay with the beer option while Leroy, himself, ordered a glass of red wine. The evening was proceeding to a plan quickly devised by Leroy the moment he met Aaron. But, little did Aaron know or realize that he was the center of both Leroy and Vlad's attention. When Vlad left to get the drinks, Leroy decided that he would take the boys on a tour. After the two apartments had been amalgamated into one rather huge suite there was, of course, the kitchen area with a magnificent island configuration and every modern convenience Martha Stewart would have given her eye teeth for. Between the kitchen and the dining room was a large pantry. But what caught the boy's eyes were the very large sparkling crystal chandelier in the center of the dining room under which the table, with 14 chairs around it, was situated and the two smaller chandeliers equidistant from the center. It was Aaron who asked if the dining room was for show or actually used. Leroy informed the boys that he did hold formal dinners on average of once a month. He also told them that at Christmas Time he opened up this space to hold a special Christmas dinner for those living in the Catholic Men's Hostel. And as he said that, he opened a pair of folding doors that revealed a large drawing room. Aaron, still on his quest for information asked how many that dinner would be for and how they handled it. "Actually, Aaron," said Leroy, "in the past two years we have fed some 75 guests and perhaps another 20 or so volunteers who support the facility. But, when it comes to the preparation of the feast, that is done by one of the major hotels whose staff come in two or three days ahead to prepare the event." "Is that the only event you hold on an annual basis?" again asked Aaron. "Yes, at the moment, it is," replied Leroy. "However, we have allowed this suite to be used by one of our Royal residents when he wishes to entertain a group of people." "Holy shit!" exclaimed Dickie. "It's like having a wing of Buckingham Palace right here. "Oh! I assure you, Dickie. By the time the table or tables are laid, the flowers are arranged just so and the musicians are in place, you would certainly think that Her Majesty, the Queen, herself, had invited you to a State Banquet." There was a chorus of `wows', at that point. Leroy continued on the tour noting that there were five large bedrooms and two servants' rooms. Each bedroom had their own bathroom arrangement attached while the servants' rooms shared a bathroom. .Leroy led the boys back to the drawing room where Vlad was waiting for them with their drinks. For the next two, almost three hours, the conversation ebbed and flowed. At 1:30 in the morning Leroy decided to call it quits. He invited the boys to take up the available bedrooms. That didn't seem to bother anyone. Vlad showed Michael and Rob into one bedroom. He then ushered Dickie into the master bedroom because he knew Leroy wanted to tap Dickies ass. Finally, he led Aaron to his own private room at the front of the suite. But, little did Aaron know that the room he was in had a sliding door into one of the servant's rooms. This, in fact, was a hangover from the days when the family living there had a handicapped son who needed a manservant to help him. It was now the room that Vlad used when he was not at the farm or sleeping in Leroy's bed. If there was a young guest in that room. Vlad often ventured into the room to check on his guest. If there was even the slightest interest, Vlad usually ended up shooting a load or two into his latest conquest. After the guests were all settled into their rooms and knowing that Leroy was preparing to fuck Dickie while Michael was christening Rod on his own heavyweight cannon of mass destruction, that left poor little Aaron all on his own. Gently, Vlad tapped on the door between the rooms. "Come in," said Aaron not sure which door had been knocked on. Then he saw the white door in the wall slide open. "I just checking", said Vlad entering the room. He was still dressed in his sheer, see through slacks and his cock was slowly, as if it was taking its sweet time, on the rise. There was no question that Aaron's eyes were definitely drawn to the big thick cock. "You like Mr. Leroy's house, Мой ΠΏΡ€ΠΈΠ½Ρ† (which means, my prince)" asked Vlad slowly approaching the bed. "Yes, it is rather big and very beautiful," replied the boy. "Do you work here all the time?" "No! I work at farm looking after Mr. Leroy and guests." Aaron didn't say anything nor did he seem bothered when Vlad slowly moved to sit on the edge of the big queen sized bed. They got into a conversation about this and that. Vlad noticed Aaron's eyes as they periodically came to rest on his big dick laying in a semi hard state hidden only by the sheer fabric. Aaron started preparing for bed. Vlad's presence didn't seem to bother him when he reached down to pull out the bottom of his shirt. Slowly, he undid the buttons and peeled back the shirt to reveal his stomach, mid-section, and chest. Vlad reached over and gently ran the tips of his fingers from the bottom of Aaron's neck to his belly button. "You will have nice body when finished, Мой ΠΏΡ€ΠΈΠ½Ρ†," softly said the Russian. "But", said Aaron, "Mine will never be as well developed as yours. And, I certainly don't think I will have any hair on my chest or tummy as you do." "What? You not like hair?" Asked Vlad. Aaron hesitated in answering because he did not want to offend the man. However, Vlad pushed things just a little. He reached over and gently took Aaron's hand and brought it up so he could feel his chest hair. He held Aaron's wrist for a moment but when he felt Aaron's fingers moving of their own accord, Vlad slowly removed his hand and let Aaron explore for himself. Having seen a lot of his classmates, other members of his swimming club and Nicholas in the showers, Aaron realized that he was certainly in the presence of a mouth-watering young stud. But he was not familiar with body hair, not even among his coaches. Perhaps, he thought, they shaved. He decided that Vlad, although having a coating of hair that went from his neck all the way down and ended in a very thick bush in the crotch area, was definitely not too hairy, at least not for the moment. Vlad's shoulders and back were smooth with no hair. There was a light dusting on the arms. But, there was a thick mat of dark hair swirling over each of his well-defined pecs and feathering over his collarbone. It was especially thick at the center of his chest, and from there it descended in a heavy trail of fur that spread out again over his washboard abs. It got more dense beneath his navel and trailed still lower down into his crotch area which, of course, Aaron could see. "You have friend, Nicholas, yes?" asked Vlad knowing full well Nicholas had little or no hair except under his arms and a beautiful blond crotch bush. "He have hair?" Vlad was just pushing to continue the conversation with his little prince. He was not about to tell Aaron that he knew all about Nicholas nor would he tell him how he had ended up sinking his big cock into his friends throat several times during a weekend stay at Leroy's farm and feeding him several loads of his thick Russian baby makers. Nor was he going to tell him that he enjoyed sucking that boy's nice beautiful cock surrounded in that bush of thick blond hair. Maybe, he thought, there would come a day when he would watch Nicholas feed Aaron or better yet, a time when Aaron would be fed with Nicholas' big cock while Vlad eased his behemoth into that perky sweet ass. "Nicholas?" Yes, he's my friend but he has no hair like you do," said Aaron who had, on his own, continued to play with Vlad's body hair. His hand was getting awfully close to the elastic holding up Vlad's sheer pants. Vlad had decided that he would not take advantage of the situation unless Aaron made the first move. But with Aaron's hand so close to the top of his crotch hair he did decide to take things just a little further. Taking hold of Aaron's hand, he gently pulled him up from the bed so that Aaron was now standing directly in front of him. He was taller than Aaron Vlad looked at Aaron's chest and developing abs. Taking the tip of his finger and running it down Aaron's chest and abs, "You will be stud," he told him. "You have nice young body." Vlad said letting his sheers drop to the floor to reveal everything to Aaron. "Maybe one day you even have big cock like Vlad," he said taking the boys hand and placing it around his now growing cock. Aaron was mesmerized by the cock growing in his hand. "I don't think mine will ever get that big," he said still holding Vlad's now fully erect 10 inch cock. "Maybe, Мой ΠΏΡ€ΠΈΠ½Ρ†," said Vlad. "You really think so?" asked Aaron. "But yours is so big." "Он достаточно большой, Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎΠ±Ρ‹ ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Ρ‚ΡŒ ΠΌΠΎΠΉ ΠΊΡ€Π΅ΠΌ ΠΏΠΎ Π³ΠΎΡ€Π»Ρƒ, ΠΌΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΡ€ΠΈΠ½Ρ†" mumbled Vlad under his breath but just loud enough for Aaron to hear him. . "Yes, is possible," said Vlad gently pushing Aaron back down on to the edge of the bed. "What did you just say" asked Aaron "Oh, it was nothing important," replied Vlad, not wanting to tell Aaron that what he really said was, It is big enough to shoot my cream down your throat, my prince. Aaron had now removed his hand from Vlad's beautiful cock but without a word from Vlad he once again began to move his hand through the hair on Vlad's abs. He was now sitting on the edge of the bed looking directly at the eye of the big behemoth. He could see a dollop of fluid forming at the tip. He watched fascinated as that dollop got so big that it started to slowly form a drop. Vlad, of course had been watching to see just how far he could go with Aaron. He knew that if he had wanted to, he could have put his hand on the back of the boys head and drawn him forward coaxing his lips onto his bulbous cockhead. But, he decided otherwise. In a lightning fast move he bucked his hips forward and the big cockhead smeared that dollop from left to right across the space just below Aaron's nose and above his top lip. Unless the boy wiped it off, Vlad knew he would go to sleep smelling him and dreaming of perhaps even, maybe sooner than he expected, becoming his private cocksucker. "I think it time for bed," said Vlad pulling back the sheets. It seemed as if he was doing so reluctantly but Aaron stood and removed his slacks. He removed his socks and moved to climb into bed. Vlad noticed Aaron had not taken a tissue from the night stand to remove his pre-cum from below his nose. After Vlad had brought the blankets over him, Vlad leaned down and kissed Aaron on the forehead. "Good night, my young friend." Vlad reached down and brought up his sheer pants but kept his eyes on the boy whose eyes never left the sight of that big cock. Then turning, he returned to his room and, as he was doing so muttered "Когда Ρ‚Ρ‹ найдСшь своС мСсто Π½Π° колСняΡ... ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΡ‚Ρ€ΠΈΡˆΡŒ, Ρ‚Π²ΠΎΠΉ взгляд Π½Π° ΠΌΠΈΡ€ измСнится, ΠΌΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΡ€ΠΈΠ½Ρ†. » What he said and what Aaron did not hear was: "Once you find your place kneeling and looking up, your whole view of the world will change, my prince." Vlad decided then and there that unless Leroy wanted him first, he would undertake to train Aaron into becoming a first class, deep throating cocksucker and would also teach him the arts of being an obedient pussyboy. Maybe, he would train him for his friend, Nicholas to use. As Vlad slid the door separating the two rooms closed, Aaron rolled on his side. He had deliberately not removed Vlad's stuff from his upper lip. He could still smell him even though he was no longer in the room. As sleep slowly took him into the land of nod, Aaron had a vision in his head being gently pulled towards that beautiful cockhead and it entering his mouth. He had not even touched himself but his young cock was absolutely as hard as marble. As he pictured that big cock entering his mouth, Aaron shot a massive load. He might not have even realized it at the time but, the sheets were still wet when he woke up the next morning. Once Vlad had climbed onto his bed, he slowly took his behemoth in hand, applied a little virgin olive oil which he kept in a container in his night stand drawer exactly for the purpose, he slowly began masturbating himself. He was in no hurry. He was thinking of the boy in the next room. For a brief moment, he actually wondered if he should not go back into the room and, even if the boy was asleep. Experience had taught him how to position the boy's mouth so he could slid his cock into place. He remembered the first time he did it. It was in the barracks and the young jock conscript next to him was asleep laying on his back with his covers pulled right up to his neck. Vlad had watched the slow movement of the jocks chest so he was sure the guy was asleep. Looking around the barracks room, and even though he could not see clearly in the dark, he knew that one or two of the other guys were either getting blowjobs or turning the guy next to them into their fuck boy for the duration. Not too far away, he could just make out the outline of a young stud kneeling over the chest of the guy in the next bed. He knew that a new cocksucker was in training. Without any further thought Vlad jumped out of his cot and hopped onto the chest of the jock boy in the next cot. By having his blanket up to his neck this accorded Vlad the opportunity of using his legs and knees to pin the guy to the bed using the blanket. When the guy opened his eyes in shock he certainly tried to free himself and firmly kept his lips closed. But Vlad, being stronger, simply held the guys' nose tightly closed. The guy soon had to open his mouth to breath and Vlad, being ever the opportunist, slid his big cock home. Vlad wasn't interested in whether or not the guy had experience, he was just interested in shooting his cream down his throat which, eventually, he did. When Vlad dismounted, the guy lay on his back but didn't say a word. He didn't say anything the next morning either. So, from that day until they graduated out of boot camp, Vlad had someone into who, every night, he could deposit his ready supply of thick Russian cock cream. Sometimes he did it just once but sometimes he went for seconds. After boot camp, Vlad never saw his well-trained cocksucker again but he did hope the guy found someone who could continue to feed him cock and cream.