Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2013 14:54:03 -0400 From: James Fitzhugh Subject: The Venturer Scout - 02 The Venturer Scout -02 by: James FitzHugh Many thanks to Len in South Africa for his editing and to Rob in Alberta, Canada for all 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? ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "What the fuck?" I yelled as I was being rudely shaken awake from my afternoon nap. Yes, I am one of those people who get up very early in the morning automatically, no alarm clock need apply; get as much work done as I can before 10:00 a.m; and, just after lunch I will lie down for anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour and a half. Well, I was in the middle of my siesta; I was lying on top of my bed without any clothes on because of the heat; and someone was rudely waking me up. "Hey, boss. You look really good in the buff," said Aaron looking down at me. What the fuck, I didn't bother covering myself up now that he had seen all I owned. "Aaron, what are you doing here? Why didn't you knock or ring the doorbell. That's what civilized people do when they want to enter someone else's private space." I barked trying to bring my eyes into focus. "I did, boss. I banged on the bloody door post maybe ten times. I pushed that doorbell button as least as many times. No-one answered but I knew you were home because your car is in the drive and I know you never leave home without it." "Are you trying to be funny?" I asked. "If so, you're making a bloody mess of it so my advice is that you not give up your day job when you get one. What are you doing here anyway? It's Monday, why aren't you in school?" "Okay! We get the important stuff out of the way first. Today is Monday. It is a Teacher's study day. It's the time of year when they do all the planning for the final exams, you know, the gymnasium thingy." "Alright! I get that part. But it's a beautiful day out so why aren't you out swimming with Jeremy, Mark, Philip, Patty, David or Nicholas?" "They've all gone to the pond but I begged off?" "And pray tell, why did you beg off? What could be so important in your young, as yet unfulfilled life that would bring you to my apartment and wake me up from what must have been a very deep, possibly even quite erotic, sleep since my body forbid me to wake up and answer the damn door?" "Has your sister or anyone else ever told you that you're a real crank when you wake up?" "Not lately but I am sure somewhere in my recent history, someone has. Now what is so important?" Aaron didn't wait for an invitation, he just sat down on the end of my bed almost in the exact same spot he had the last time he was in my bedroom. I really wasn't uncomfortable but I thought I'd better do the polite thing. "You obviously caught me at a disadvantage. Would you like me to get up and get dressed?" "Don't bother boss. I've seen everything." "Hmmmm and I suppose tomorrow it will be all over the neighbourhood?" "What? That you sleep naked? Not important, boss. Mikey already told us last year and gave us all the stats; you now, cut or uncut, length, width, etc., etc." "Remind me when he gets home from Ireland to hang that little bugger, then draw and quarter him." "Do they still do that boss?" "No! Now what did you want?" "Right! Remember when I came here that night I got drunk at the Flying Dragon Inn?" "Yes, I do. It's not every night that a young man comes into my home and relates his first gay experience in the basement washroom of a gay club." "Well, boss. You said that if it ever happened again I should come back and talk to you about it. Remember that? "Of course, I remember." "Well it happened again." He said trying to stifle a grin. "What exactly happened again?" I asked as I pulled myself up to sitting position against the headboard of my bed. As I did, I grabbed the corner of my quilt and flipped it over so it was covering my nakedness." "I decided to meet him again. Remember I told you he gave me a piece of paper with his telephone number on it. After I left here and got home; I put that paper on my dresser and forgot about it. Then last Thursday I was feeling real horny. I was so fuckin horny and I definitely wanted a blowjob. I would have even tried Jessica a second time if I could only get her to wrap her lips around her teeth." "Wait a minute," I said looking at the beautiful specimen of a man-boy sitting on the end of my bed. "Instead of using Molly and her four sisters, you decided to call this chap and make a date?" "Come on, boss. I'm not that stupid. Of course I hired Molly and her sisters to whip off a load but while I was going to town on exercising my lizard, I was reliving that night in the washroom and even though they were missing, I was jacking myself off to the memory of those lips sliding along my rod and me excitedly dumping my load, not in his mouth, but directly down the pipe leading to his stomach." "Well, I will say one thing for you." I replied. "And what's that boss?" "You certainly have a very vivid imagination." "There's nothing vivid about my imagination, boss. All I had to do was conjure up that scene from memory of that guy on his knees in the washroom and all those people watching me give him a good face fucking. And, when I shot my load it wasn't as good but it certainly helped me to relive that moment in my reality." "Alright," I said squirming uncomfortably under the quilt. My own dick was beginning to get interested in this tale and I think Aaron noticed. I raised my right leg so he wouldn't be able to see what was happening under the quilt. "Okay, so you had better bore me with the details," I said looking at the cherubic face staring back at me and knowing it was probably going to be a far from boring story. "Okay! Thursday night, as I said, I was horny. I was rummaging around on my dresser looking for my pill bottle that I stash my weed in." "Wait a minute. You smoke weed?" I asked. "Yeah, so? Everybody does. All the guys do. We just wait until somebody distracts you or we set someone up to distract you and get you out of the way so we don't embarrass you in public. That way, you can tell the truth if anyone asks you if we smoke weed." "All of you smoke up?" I asked now shocked. "Well we never smoke up when we have the handicapped boys with us. We feel responsible for them. We always want to make sure they're safe. So! We agreed when we took Nathan on his first camp that no-one would smoke up while he was camping with us. And remember, Nathan needs a breather to sleep at night so no-one was going to smoke up while his little generator was on. And no-one did. When Ethan made his first trip with us to the Adirondacks we, of course, remembered how nervous his parents were because he can only see shadows. And, since we had both handicapped boys with us, we split ourselves into teams to make sure they were properly looked after and while we didn't do their chores for them, we were there to help and encourage them." "Bloody hell!" I said chuckling. "Maybe I have taught you bloody bleeders the meaning of responsibility." "Nah, boss," came the quick response. "We just wanted to make ourselves look good so you wouldn't dish us any of your famous shit jobs." "I'll remember that the next time." I said as we both had a bloody good laugh. "Anyway tell me your boring story so I can eventually get some work done this afternoon." Actually, I really didn't think there was much of a story any more complicated or different than the first visit to the gay club so I really wasn't prepared for what came next. I figured it would be just another, meet, drink, blowjob, come home story. "Okay, I told you I was as horny as hell. I'd have given my eye teeth for a blowjob like that guy gave me in the club. I actually did call Jessica but she was out with some of her friends. So, I was reduced to Molly and her sisters. You know for a few minutes I even thought of calling someone I know who I wouldn't mind training to be a cocksucker but I didn't" "So why didn't you? And what makes you think you could turn him?" "He lives over on Carleton Street. His parents are religious fanatics. But he's a nice guy; a real jock on the soccer team. He's 15 now. Anyway one time last month he came with us to the YMCA to watch the diving competition. He was allowed into the locker room and was there while we changed into our speedos. I caught him staring at me a few times so when I had my jockeys off, I turned to face him so he got a real good look. I was even slowly rising. In seconds his face was the same colour as the local fire engines. I deliberately scratched myself and his eyes never left my dick. I think I could convince the kid to practice on his new toy." "Aaron, that would not be very nice of you particularly if he didn't want to or wasn't ready to experiment. You might do him harm." "Nah boss, I wouldn't lay a hand on him. I'd just invite him over to watch me train one afternoon when everyone was out. I'd change in front of him; taking my time of course. I'd let him look at my semi-hard piece up real close and personal like. If he can be talked into taking it of his own free will then I'd slip it in and the rest would be history. If he wasn't ready I wouldn't force him. I'd just let him know it was available if he wanted to try it out and put on my shorts. But fuck, wouldn't it be awesome to have my own personal cocksucker right here at my beck and call?" I so wanted to tell Aaron that I'd play with him if he wanted but there was no way I'd take that first step. "Okay, on with the story." "Yeah, so as I was using Molly and her sisters to slowly work out a load, I just happened to glance over at the dresser and saw a piece of paper sticking out from under one of my books. I stopped in mid-stream, went over to see what the piece of paper was and when I saw it, I remembered it was the piece of paper the guy gave me when I was leaving the club." "And then what did you do?" "Well I'm guessing you thought I went back to pounding the meat but I didn't. I walked over to my telephone and dialled the number. Talk about stupid. I didn't know this guy from Adam. Our only connection had been his lips on my dick and my baby makers floating in his stomach." "So! What happened?" "Well after the fourth ring and just before I was about to hang up, the phone was picked up and this guy answered saying. 'Hi! This is Mike, how may I help you?'" "For a second or two, I was speechless but then I stared down at my dick which was still hard and thought of that awesome blowjob." "Yeah! Hi", I said. "This is Aaron. We met at the Flying Dragon recently." The guy didn't skip a beat. "Ahhhhhh, you want my roommate, Rodney. He's mentioned you, Aaron and said you might call. He's in the shower at the moment. Can you give me a number where he can call you back and I'll get him to call you as soon as he steps out of his shower?" "Sure, I said rather disappointed. My number is 555-1792." "Okay Aaron, it shouldn't be too long." So, I thanked him and hung up. I really didn't expect him to call me back. But his roommate said that he was told that maybe I would call. But! Here's a guy in his early 20's and I'm only a kid of 16. What the fuck would he want with me? I lay down on my bed and again started working with Molly and her sisters although I think I lost about five gallons of enthusiasm. I was just about to give up and go take a cold shower when my phone rang. I thought it was one of the boys. I really, really wasn't expecting him to call back. I picked up the phone and said my usual greeting, "Wassup?" "Hi! Is this Aaron?" he asked. "Yes," I replied with this great freaking grin sweeping across my face. "This is Rodney or, as my friends call me, Rod. I am really glad you decided to call me." The thought of his guy on his knees with my dick in his throat certainly filled that tank of missing enthusiasm and my cock jumped back up to full mast. "Well I thought I had lost your number but I only just found it again a few minutes ago. So, I decided to call and see how you were doing." "Hey! I'm doin great. So, have you decided if you want to get together again?" "I'd really like that," I replied starting to wank my dick again. "I assume we're talking about this weekend. You didn't tell me where you live but I'm willing to come pick you up." He offered. "Well I live across the river. So I'm quite used to taking the bus to the Metro terminal and riding the metro into the City. If you tell me which station to get off at, I could meet you there." "Okay, let's say the Churchill station." He suggested. "I have to make arrangements with my mate Dicky who lives in the Osborne Apartments right downtown to stay the weekend but he's offered before so there should be no problem. I need him to cover for me in case someone starts asking questions." "Is Dicky someone important in your life?" he asked I suppose wondering if there was competition. "Naw! Dicky is one of my mates on our diving Team and when I attend competitions in the City, his dad gave me an open invitation to stay over so I didn't have the long travel back and forth every day." "Oh! Okay! So are we talking about Friday night or Saturday night?" he asked. I was figuring Friday night because if it didn't turn out the way I hoped then I could go back and stay at Dicky's and he and I could then go to a movie or a sports event on the Saturday. I would come home on Sunday." "Actually, I was going to leave that to you since I don't know if you work or go to University." "I go to St. Brendan's College and taking pre-law. But I have no classes on Friday afternoon. So, if Friday is good for you, it would be good for me." "Is there a time that would be good for you?" "Why don't you plan arriving at the Churchill metro station around 6 or so? I'll wait for you by the escalators. We can grab a bite to eat at a great little Irish Pub I know nearby and plan what we'll do from there. Sound good?" "Sounds good to me. So I'll meet you on Friday around 6.00 p.m." "I'll be waiting Aaron and, again, thanks for your call. I'll be looking forward to seeing you again." "Same here, Rod." I said, hung up and, in my renewed excitement, blew my load all over my duvet. "So!" I asked Aaron. "What were your first thoughts after you had made this contact?" "This wasn't a first contact scene from Star Trek, boss. The way I looked at it. He had given me an awesome blowjob. I'd be happy, more than happy in fact, to get another one. He asked me to call him; I did. Now everything rested on getting hold of Dicky and getting him on side with my plan." "Did you think you'd have any problems getting Dicky on your side? Or were you going to tell Dicky what you were up to?" "Fuck no! I wasn't going to tell him anything about Rod. I was just going to cook up some story and get him to call my Mom. He would tell her that we were going to have additional practice on Saturday in preparation for the Provincials and that his dad had offered me a place to stay so I wouldn't be so tired from the travelling." "What if she wanted to speak with Dicky's father?" "He's in Amsterdam on some Foreign Trade delegation and won't be back until late next week." "So! You had it all covered, then?" "Pretty much. The next day I called Dicky and because I said that we might go to a movie or sports event on the Saturday, he was more than willing to fold in with my plan. As we were talking, he was the one to suggest that maybe he'd take me to the Flying Dragon on Saturday night. He said it was only a short walk from his apartment building so we could walk there and back. He said that even if we got piss drunk and didn't get lucky, we were only three blocks from the club to his apartment so it would be no problem. I played dumb about the getting lucky part. He came on like the big brother taking me out on my first adventure hoping I might lose my virginity. Little did he know, and I certainly wasn't gonna tell him, that I'd been there; done that." "So was that it?" "Dicky did what I asked him. He called my mom and laid on the story about the practice day on Saturday and since she knew Dicky from several competitions she'd attended and had been a guest in the apartment when his father hosted a reception for all the team and their parents, she was comfortable. Dicky made sure that she had the address and the telephone number although my mom has never called anyone when I've stayed over. Now that I'm on a team getting ready for the Provincial competitions next Spring, she pretty much accepts that I'll be away during practice and competitions unless she intends to drive me to and from which she has done on occasion." "And! What about your father. How will he handle all this?" "You know my dad is a physical fitness instructor in the military. With the army going on UN Missions overseas to Cyprus and Germany and regiments being rotated, he travels to the various bases and helps get the troops ready for their assignments. So he is what I call my half dad; half here and half there. I sometimes think that all he wants to see is a wall of trophies and medals and be able to stake a claim on bragging rights. You know the stuff. 'My son is this; my son did that." "But he's home now because I saw him yesterday afternoon and he took me out for coffee." "Yeah! But mom is mom and if she tells him that she has spoken with Dicky and reminds dad of when he visited their apartment and the circumstances, he'll agree. And I remember the speech Dicky's dad made that night, because remember 8 of the 12 members of the diving team are service brats, in support of the military and their services. If mom's lucky, dad will agree, she'll pawn my little sister off on Angie, and she'll talk him into taking her to that great little restaurant down country that she loves so much." I lay there almost willing Aaron to begin the next phase of his story but it was coming on 3:00 in the afternoon and I had a few telephone calls to make. So I sent him to the refrigerator to get us something to drink and when he was gone, I slipped off my bed and threw on a pair of pants. 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