Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2023 20:56:23 -0400 From: James Fitzhugh Subject: Venturer Scout 16 The Venturer Scout -16 by: James FitzHugh Many thanks to James Suter 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, 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... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As Aaron was sitting on the side of his cot he was wondering what he really wanted to do. Did he want to take a nap or did he want to cruise? While sitting there quietly on his cot, he found himself thinking about his friend Josh. The kid he had taken advantage of that time on the bus when he got his first blowjob He was thinking that there must be something so naughty, so erotic and so slutty about kneeling submissively between a studs legs and lovingly following his lewd instructions. First you are told to start sucking on his balls and, after you've had both in your mouth, the next instruction is to start licking and gently nibbling up and down his cock. This eventually leads to slobbering up and down his throbbing cock as the stud begins to lose control, inserts his cock between your lips and begins to gently or roughly face fuck you. But, I'm getting ahead of myself here. We'll go back to Aaron sitting in his room in `Luke's Place', one of the supposed smaller gay saunas in the city. He was trying to decide if he wanted to take a nap or go cruising to see what he could see. Finally, he made a decision. Although it had not been all that long since he and Dickie had lunch and since he had somehow misplaced his bag of fries, he decided he'd go down stairs and get a diet pop from the small canteen. Going over to his winter coat hung up on a hook behind the door, he extracted a loonie and a toonie from the hidden pocket. Making sure his winter coat looked hung naturally, he checked his wrist to make sure he had his room key properly secured, checked to make sure his towel was tightly tucked around his waist, slipped into his running shoes san socks and upon opening the door began the 1st stage of a new adventure. On entering the hallway, he pulled the door of the room behind him and clearly heard the click of the lock. Happy that he had followed Dickies instructions to the letter, he slowly walked down the corridor taking every opportunity to look into those rooms with slightly open doors. But, by the time he reached the staircase leading down to the main floor, he decided that he had not seen anyone of interest. Slowly walking down the stairs he saw many other young men coming up. And, although no-one approached him, there were quite a few over the shoulder glances with some of the young men making note of the handsomely well-built kid and his bubble butt. But Aaron was on a mission. He wasn't paying all that much attention to the guys either walking up or following him down the stairs. He wanted his diet pop and that was exactly what he was going to get. When he entered the canteen area there was no-one else there. He had to wait until the young guy at the entrance had a moment to come round to serve him. Finally, he got his pop and thankfully it was ice cold. Not paying attention to his surroundings, he grabbed the first chair to come to hand, sat down, popped open the lid and took a healthy swig. Suddenly, the chair directly across from him was pulled out, turned around and sat upon by a stunningly beautiful Black man. "Now what's a good lookin whiteboy like you doin sittin all by hisself in a place like this". Asked the man in a very masculine tone. Aaron being on the game decided to play. "Well, I guess the whiteboy might be just watching the traffic flow". "And what did the whiteboy see?" asked the stranger. "He's seen some blonds, some reds, some auburn, some black with streaks of blue. Then, lo and behold, he saw something that looked like a black storm but, instead, that something turned into a very handsome Blackman", replying to his guest. "Does the whiteboy have a name?" asked the stranger. Aaron still playing with the man replied, "My mommy always told me never to talk to strangers". "That's good advice", said the man. "But I'm not Jack the Ripper, in case you were wondering." "Even, I know that", replied Aaron trying to contain his giggle. "We all know Jack the Ripper was a white man who lived in London over 100 years ago". "So true, whiteboy", the Black man replied himself being caught up in Aaron's giggling fit. "But, you know there have been some nasty serial killers on this side of the ocean". "So, are you saying that because I caught you out on the Jack the Ripper possibility, you could be a North American Black serial killer?" commented Aaron continuing his giggling. "You could just be on to something there whiteboy but who, in their right mind, would go out of their way to kill such a good lookin, well built, blond headed whiteboy", asked the stranger. "Maybe it could be done by choking him to death accidentally, of course, on his long, thick, black python", said the stranger again giggling. But Aaron was not to be put in fear. "So! Are you saying that you are North America's new Black Serial killer who goes around killing white boys with his long, thick, black, cum spitting python, accidentally, of course?" "Fuck", the man roared as he broke out laughing. "You sure as hell know the basics of bantering. By the way, my name is DeShawn", said the man continuing to laugh and extending his big black hand to be shook. "My friends just call me DJ on account my second name is Jeramiah." "My name is Aaron", replied Aaron shaking the big hand which made his all but disappear. "And, my friends do call me Aaron." "I could call you Aaron but, would you mind if I just continued to call you whiteboy?" So long as there is nothing racist but it's gonna be a bitch trying to get my attention in a room full of other whiteboys, don't you think?" "I'll just use it between you and me in private. In public, I'll call you Aaron. How's that?" "It works for me DJ. So as a matter of curiosity where were you born?" "Now why would you ask that?" "Well, I detect a small, almost unnoticeable, accent. Besides, I don't think you come from Africaville in Halifax. Most of the Black people in New Brunswick are somehow attached to the French speaking university in Moncton and most come from the French Speaking Countries of Africa but there has always been a population of Black people here in Montreal. Many, in the past, worked on the passenger trains. And, in recent years there was a large number of Haitians refugees following the terrible earthquake they had in their Country. I was once told there was a district where many of the Black people who worked on the trains lived somewhere along Notre Dame Street or St. Antoine Street near the Windsor Railway terminal." "Damn. You're a walking encyclopedia", DJ commented. "Not really", replied Aaron. "I have a friend in school whose grandfather, although he's white, also worked in the passenger train services. He was a conductor and he used to tell us about the great city when he first came here from the Old Country before the war. But you didn't answer my question." "Southern Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe." DJ replied "So! What really made you ask that question?" asked DJ "Well, to be honest, I only know one other Black person. Oddly enough, he lives in the southern edge of my village and I only met him recently." "You say you only met him recently. Why's that?" DJ asked "Well, for one thing, I never had a reason to visit that part of our village. My father and the other men of the village knew of the existence of this family because their father had served in the Army and was a founding member of the Legion. But the younger people, at least those I ran around with, didn't have occasion to go down there. The other reason was that they were Protestant and that was why we never saw any of them in our Catholic school. Now that I think about it, and now that I have met Leroy, I get the distinct impression that a lot of white people in the village were prejudiced against them ". "That still doesn't tell me how you met this Leroy gentleman", remarked DJ. "Oh that's the easy part. I actually met him at a gay club near the big park downtown. He quite literally saved my ass when this big guy, all dressed in leather, thought I was his property because Leroy had left me alone for a few minutes when he kindly showed a friend of mine where the private staff bathroom was. Anyway the end of that story is that Leroy punched out the leather man's lights, a big fight followed and Leroy got us out of there. He took us to his apartment, and some apartment it is too, where the four of us met his Russian servant. A Cossack fellow I think". We spent the night". "I don't suppose you can remember that Cossack fellow's name, can you?" "Yes, his name is Vladimir or, as he told us to call him, Vlad." "So, the man you've been talking about and who saved your ass is one Leroy Davis?" "Yes, but how did you know?" "I met Leroy several years ago when I was getting my Bachelor of Business degree at Sir George Williams. I have been out to his farm on several occasions for small parties". DJ certainly was not going to tell this whiteboy that those small parties were usually held to turn straight white college jocks into cock sucking sluts and pussy boys. At those parties many a white jock ended up sucking black cock for the first time, swallowing many a load of black babies and being seeded at least once by every black man in attendance. "I have not been out to his farm yet but he did say he would invite me soon." "It's a beautiful place with plenty of cows, a bull, horses, pigs, ducks, chickens, a ram and at least four ewes. He has several farm hands working there including at least two black men. I am sure Mr. Davis will make your visit enjoyable". What DJ did not say is that on that first visit by Aaron to the Davis farm, it would be more likely than not that Aaron would become the center of the night's attention by at least two, and maybe more, young black men. "Bloody hell", remarked Aaron, "It's a damn small world". "Like you say", remarked DJ. "There aren't all that many Black folks around and an even smaller number of gay Black folks". Aaron was fascinated by this man just as he had been when he first met Leroy. But unlike Leroy, he was looking across the table at a naked Black man except for the towel Aaron assumed he wore around his waist. Aaron wondered what it was that he found so attractive in Black men. He hadn't seen that many but when he did see one he fancied him thus causing stirrings down below. "Well, whiteboy", said DJ now beginning to stand up. "I'm getting all sweaty from the heat in here. I think I'll take another shower. You coming?" "I just took a shower a little while ago."' Aaron said as he watched the toweled portion of DJ's body come into view. He might have been wearing a towel around his middle but, although it did actually cover his equipment, Aaron could see the outline pretty clearly. And, what an outline it was. "You can never be too clean", he replied with a laugh. "Come on whiteboy, you might be surprised by what you see." Not to be outdone or giving any indication that he might be nervous Aaron came back with his reply. "You see one, you see them all". "You sure about that whiteboy? Asked DJ with a hearty laugh. "Well, we all got one. Some are bigger, some are smaller and they all perform the same tasks", replied Aaron with a grin spreading across his face. "So I take it you've seen many so you can make comparisons?" asked DJ trying to get a little more history on the boy. "Some but not all that many. I've seen a few older people naked as the day they were born. I've seen some of these men soft and some as hard as stone", laughed Aaron following DJ down the hall to the shower room. Once they got to the shower room, DJ removed his towel and without turning around to see where Aaron was, he stepped into the room. The room was empty except for DJ when Aaron followed him into the room. DJ had chosen a shower head on the left wall and had his back to Aaron. Aaron did the same but two nozzles down. Aaron turned on his shower, adjusted the flow and temperature of the water, closed his eyes and stepped under his shower nozzle spraying him with nice warm, but not hot, water. For much of the time both appeared to refuse to turn and face each other. Then one second when Aaron turned his head from under the water and opened eyes, he really got to see what a black python looked like. Aaron's eyes stayed glued to the magnificent sight before him. "You like what you see, whiteboy?" To anyone watching, they would have acknowledged that that much was obvious. "Go ahead. Touch it, if you'd like" said the magnificently built Black man watching his every move and facial expression Aaron looked around and seeing no-one present, hesitantly reached out with his right hand and let it close around the thick meat being offered for his inspection. Other than the long departed Newfoundlander and Nicholas, this was only the third time he actually held another guy's semi-hard cock! "Stroke it some for me, whiteboy," came the softly spoken command. For a few seconds, Aaron wasn't sure he should be doing this. After all, what would someone say if they walked in on the scene of a whiteboy jacking off a Black man? But seeing the uncertainty in Aarons facial expression, DJ was prepared to be patient. Aaron took his time obeying the soft spoken command but once he did, he was rewarded with a low moan of pleasure from deep within DJ's chest. It was at the moment when Aaron's hand wrapped his fingers as far around DJ's python as they would go, that DJ realized he had a boy just oozing with curiosity. He made a bet with himself that before the afternoon was out, he would satisfy that curiosity by shooting one, if not two, loads of his abundantly thick rich cream down the boys throat. But for the present he would just let this young whiteboy explore what, even if Aaron did or did not realize it, was on offer. "Well I've had enough of this", said DJ as he turned off his shower. Aaron let go of the semi-hard python as they went outside to dry themselves off. DJ gently took hold of Aarons shoulder and turned him around so that he could dry his back while Aaron dried his hair. When he was done, Aaron took a spare towel from the nearby shelf and proceeded to dry DJ's back only the touchy feely of the boys hands on his back were sending all the right signals to DJ's cock. When he turned round to face Aaron, the boy looked down and saw just what a black python really looked like. After a few short minutes of watching Aaron stare at his hard rod, DJ decided to call a halt to their little game. He could clearly see that Aaron was nervous and he did not want the boy bolting until such time as they were in the privacy of his suite upstairs and only then after he'd shot at least his first load into the boy's stomach. Taking Aaron by the hand, he slowly led him to the staircase and up to the third floor. Just as they started to climb the stairs, DJ noticed that Aaron had not let go of his hand and a lot of other men who watched them pass noticed the same thing. Once they reached the third floor, DJ led Aaron to his suite. It might have been called a suite but it was really a large hotel room with a big Queen sized bed, a wall mounted TV facing the bed and two comfortable armchairs with a small table between them. Here were two doors leading off the room. One was to a small food preparation room which contained a fully stocked minifridge and an assortment of chips and crackers on the shelf above. The other door led to a fully equipped bathroom with a large shower but no bathtub. "Sit on the bed whiteboy", said DJ as he walked over and turned on the TV screen. To Aaron's surprise there was a porno, an all-male porno, on the screen. "It's an in-house channel", quipped DJ. "I'll get us something to drink"' he said as he made his way to the minifridge. DJ returned with another diet drink for him and a bottled water for himself. "You look good sitting there, whiteboy. Find what's on the screen interesting?" he asked Aaron whose own dick was on the rise. "I've never seen a film like this before", replied Aaron. "Just wait, there are some real interesting scenes coming up", said DJ whose own black python was on the rise. As DJ was looking down at Aarons face, particularly his lips, he decided to let his towel drop to the floor. Aaron wasn't paying attention to DJ. His focus was on the screen where a young Black man was slowly, but with determination, face fucking a young white college boy with a long, thick piece of Black meat. DJ was wondering how he could gain the attention of the boy sitting but inches from his now very hard 9 and some inch dick. He decided to try by asking a question. "How many cocks have you sucked? Ever had any black dick?" asked DJ. Aaron never stirred. His attention was wholly taken with the scene of the Black man slowly pushing his cock into the white boy's face until the boy's lips were embedded in the silky, thick forest of black crotch hair. Somehow on a subliminal level Aaron heard the question but not turning to face DJ he found his voice. "Never," he whispered. "I've never sucked black cock, DJ." "A virgin mouth? Well that's gonna change here in about ten seconds. Open those pretty white lips boy. You're gonna suck and take every inch of this here meat." Aaron was still taken in by the film on the big TV screen and really wasn't paying all that much attention to DJ. But, somehow the words `suck' and `meat' came to his attention. As if to enforce his intentions, DJ picked up Aaron's right hand and once again wrapped Aaron's fingers around his thick meat even if they didn't go all way round. Holy Cow, thought Aaron, now paying attention to the fact he was now holding DJ's fully aroused cock. He really wants me to suck him. I'm not a cocksucker! Besides, he's older than me. Why should I suck him off? Although the smiling face of Leroy suddenly flashed into his head, Aaron began protesting. "I'm not a cocksucker" he protested rather loudly and matter of factly. But there was just something in his voice and the added fact that he had not let go of DJ's now leaking cock that encouraged DJ to take the next step. DJ stood up and moved in front of his quarry. Just as Aaron opened his mouth to again profess his innocence in the art of being a cock sucker, DJ used that open mouth to slide the head of his cock into Aaron's face. Instead of protesting, Aaron found himself looking up at DJ towering over him, the two of them joined by DJ's big cock in his mouth. Aaron noted that the big Black cock now with only the circumcised head between his lips although as hard as a steel bar also felt as soft as velvet. DJ slowly, but with purpose, moved his hips forward slowly sinking another inch or two into Aaron's mouth. Aaron did not resist. Perhaps he was drawn to thoughts of the first Black man he'd ever seen, Leroy Davis. This young black jock did not shove his cock into Aaron's mouth. He eased it in and Aaron had willingly taken it. To Aaron, it was just like he'd done to Josh, And like Josh, he too had been turned into a cocksucker. His new status was confirmed a second later. "That's right, whiteboy. Now you're my cocksucker. You've just become a certified member of the cocksuckers fraternity", said DJ. "Mmmmm, use your tongue on the head, cocksucker. Ahhh yeah! That's the way white boy. Now, time to take more." Saying that DJ eased another couple of inches into Aaron's mouth DJ stopped when he felt his flared cockhead meet the entrance to Aaron's throat. Aaron's eyes were focused on the thick bush of black pubic hair getting closer and closer to his lips. Without warning, DJ grabbed Aaron's head in both hands and turned his face up to look at him. "What do ya think white boy. Think you could get used to swinging on Black meat? Do you know what they say about white boys and Black meat?" he asked. With his mouth full all Aaron could do was his shake his head from side to side signalling he didn't know the answer. "They say white boy `that once you go Black, you'll never go back'. Now I don't know if that's true but I do have a few friends who, with me, could get you addicted to Black cock". With a slight chuckle, DJ started sliding his cock in and out of Aaron's mouth until the head of his Black python was punching against the entrance to his throat each time. "Fuck yeah! You are a great little cocksucker, whiteboy. You sure you never sucked dick before? You're a fucking natural at this whiteboy". Since Aaron couldn't talk with his mouth full, all he could do was grunt. But he wasn't sure whether he was grunting in appreciation for being called a great cocksucker or in answer to the question about sucking dick before. "Yes siree, boy. You are a natural, faggot. You were born to suck cock. Ahhhh, yeah! You suck dick like you've been doing it all your life. I can't believe this is your first time. Oh, hell yeah, whiteboy. Suck my big black cock! Damn that feels so good. Now's the time to take a little more". With that, his next inbound stroke didn't stop when his big circumcised cockhead reached the door to Aaron's throat. Instead, DJ used a little force to push his cock further into Aaron's tight throat, choking him. Aaron tried desperately to pull his head back but to no avail. `'No you don't, cocksucker. Breath through your nose. I won't move for a few minutes until you get used to it". Aaron heard DJ laugh. "Get used to it faggot! Choke on my big black cock! You look great sitting there with your hot red lips stretched around my cock and playing with your own white meat like a little boy." Aaron had been so concentrated on the big Black cock sawing it's way in and out of his mouth that he did not even realize he was stroking his own cock. DJ pulled back for a second, then forced his way into Aaron's throat again. Before Aaron had time to start choking again, he pulled his cock back to where only the leaking cockhead was between Aaron's lips, then slammed in again. DJ set up his pace slowly pushing more and more of his cock into Aaron's throat. He worked at it until I had all of his 9 and some inches inside his newly ordained cocksucker. Aaron realized DJ had been right, he was stroking his own cock as DJ found a home for his cock in Aaron' throat. "If this is your first Black cock white boy, I can guarantee, it won't be your last. "Oh, yeah! Take it whiteboy. Fuck yeah! You got it all! You're a natural born cocksucker, whiteboy. You were definitely made to suck cock, particularly Black cock, faggot. Oh fuck yeah, you make my cock feel great, boy. You are better than any girl or boy that's ever swung on my meat. Suck me boy. Make me feel good." The words hit Aaron's mind like a sledgehammer. He didn't realize it until years later, but these were basically the same words guys had used for centuries to make other guys feel that sucking their cock was the right thing to do. To Aaron, DJ was just saying whatever was necessary to keep his dick in his mouth. But at the time, it seemed like the highest praise. Suddenly, Aaron realized something and he suddenly pulled back. He had only ever swallowed cock juice from two other people, the Newfoundlander and Nick. DJ must not have been concentrating because Aaron was able to get DJ's dick completely out of his mouth. Looking up at him, Aaron asked, "You'll warn me before you cum, right?" "Sure thing, white boy. I'll give you a warning." Reassured, Aaron let DJ slide his cock back into his mouth. Covered with spit now, it was easier to take. DJ wasted no time regaining his pace and began to fuck his mouth faster and harder. Aaron curled his lips over his teeth to make it easier for him. "That's the way whiteboy. Like I said, a natural cocksucker. Damn you're good!" His breath was coming faster now, almost panting. Aaron felt DJ's hands on his head, guiding him up and down his cock at times and, at other times, holding his head steady for his moving hips. DJ pulled his head towards him as he thrust his hips forward and Aaron's nose was suddenly buried in his thick bed of black, wiry pubes. DJ leaned forward some so that Aaron's forehead was pressed against his abs. "Gonna cum!" he shouted. Aaron struggled and tried to pull off the cock. He only got about half way before DJ stopped him with his hands. Aaron tilted his head back a little and raised his eyes. Their eyes met just as DJ's throbbing cock fired its first spurt of cum snot into his mouth. "Take it faggot!" he hissed. "Swallow my fucking cum!" Several more big spurts followed the first and Aaron had no choice but to swallow this black stud's seed. He watched Aaron's struggle to swallow the spurts of his cum with a grin on his face. Now, keeping one hand on his head, DJ used the other to milk his cock. When he was satisfied there was no more he pulled his cock out completely. His cock was still almost fully hard. "You said you were gonna warn me," Aaron complained. "I did warn you, whiteboy. That doesn't mean I wasn't gonna cum in your mouth. That's what you do when using cocksuckers. Why else would I put my dick in your mouth?" He reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair on the top of Aaron's head and pulled him to his feet. Leaving him standing by the bed, DJ turned and walked into the bathroom. Maybe he was hoping there'd be another round and that Aaron's ass was his to be had. But, once the door closed Aaron didn't waste any time. He quickly picked up his towel, wrapped it securely around his waist, opened the door, moved into the hall and quickly retreated to his room on the second floor. Fortunately, Dickie had also come back to the room and was in the process of getting himself dressed. "So", he asked. "How'd your cruising go?" "It went," Aaron quickly replied. "The next time you answer that question, Aaron, you might want to make sure you wipe all the dried cum off the corners of your mouth". When DJ returned to the bedroom he half expected Aaron would be there. He would definitely have loved a shot at that beautiful bubble butt. But, such was not to be the case today. He walked over to his coat and pulled out his phone. Scrolling through his phone until he found the number he was looking for, he pressed the call sign. The phone picked up and DJ spoke the usual opening pleasantries to his friend. "Hey Leroy, do you know a young guy named Aaron?" "Yeah, Why?" came the response. "Well I met him this afternoon and pumped a load down his throat." "You what?" "Like I told you. I met him, showered with him, watched his curiosity become fascination as he handled my black python, took him up to my room and, once I got him sitting on the bed, I fed him my cock until I shot a big load right down his throat". "Really", replied Leroy. "Vlad told me he was somewhat fascinated with cock when he stayed overnight but other than smearing precum across his upper lip, Vlad told me nothing else happened. To tell you the truth, his friend Nick had told me about him and a travelling Newfoundlander using the kid as a cum dump but I never thought he was all that curious since he didn't suck off Vlad's big dick". "Well, my friend, it might be that he's fascinated with Black cock", said DJ. "I mean, I know the size of Vlad's equipment but maybe it was all that hair that scared him off". "Remember that Saturday night you invited that big beautiful blond over for dinner?" asked Leroy. "Yeah. What was his name? Right, Nick." "That's the one. Well, just before I laid pipe into him, I asked him if he had fooled around with Aaron. All he told me was that Aaron had only sucked two cocks that he knew of. One was a Newfoundlander who spent a summer working at the golf course and the other was him". "The little bugger lied. He said he never sucked cock" said DJ with a laugh. "Maybe what he meant", said Leroy, "is that he never sucked Black cock. By the way I have some real good video of Nick when, if you remember, I had him suck my cock at the dinner table and when I first fucked him in the bedroom. I also have the video of when you and I two timed him". "Really?" replied DJ "Yup, I have him on video slurping on you, me and Vlad. I think all toll that night and until he left on Sunday afternoon, we pumped at least 15, if not more, loads into him between us" He's been back twice since". "Son-of-a-bitch! I'll have to come over and see that sometime". "Well, I was actually thinking of having a private Party for Aaron's 18th birthday with, maybe, you, me, Vlad and Aaron's Venturer Leader who I've been fucking regularly for some time now. I want the boy to feel absolutely safe. I don't want him scared that he tells someone. Because if he does I'd be run out of town or worse. I know his father and he's someone who definitely needs an anger management course. If he were to find out I was usin his son for a cum dump, he might just grab a gun and to hell with the consequences." said Leroy. "But! Thinkin about it wouldn't it be a surprise for the boy to walk in on a scene where you and I are two timing his Venturer Advisor?" "Fuck, I bet the expression on his young face would be priceless", said DJ with a laugh. "Don't you worry, it will all be caught on tape". laughed Leroy. "Where's the boy now?" asked Leroy. "I would suspect he's in his room getting dressed. I half expected him to stay in my room for a possible second round when I went to the can but he took off like a bat out of hell". "Okay! I know where he's going. Thanks for the call. I really appreciate it" "No problem, Bud. I'll see you at the next dinner".