Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 16:36:28 -0400 From: James Fitzhugh Subject: Venturer Scout, Chapter 9 The Venturer Scout -09 by: James FitzHugh Many thanks to Len in South Africa for his editing; to Rob in Alberta, Canada for all his technical assistance; 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 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 ?, ? or $ helps? +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Aaron picked up his story. "Okay! So we agreed to go to Dicky's place. As we were walking there, I commented that maybe I should take an hour and go visit my great aunt who lives over in Pembrook, a city which was part of the overall City but one of those that had been incorporated before the Government amalgamated everything. So! Instead of several little messes where each had its own Municipal Councils and Works Departments now there was one big mess with only one giant Works Department which gave the populace something to focus their complaints on. "Anyway, my last, still living and breathing grand aunt is my Aunty Beatrice. She's a grand old soul. My mother says that, both physically and in mannerisms, she resembles the late, great stage and screen character actress, Dame Margaret Rutherford. All I know about her is that she was the first actress to play Miss Maple of 'Murder she Wrote' fame on screen. Aunt Beatrice has an enormous bosom and when she grabs you in one of her big hugs, you think that you're being smothered in a giant fluffy pillow. If there's one thing my dad has taught me, it's never to piss off the women in our family. Now, I don't know if you have any family, boss, other than your sister you call 'the Dragon Lady', but we have a few on my mother's side and only two on my dad's. Aunt Beatrice is on my mother's side. I don't remember seeing my aunts on dad's side because one lives in South Africa with her family and the other is a cloistered nun in a London Convent. My dad has visited her but told us he wasn't allowed to take a picture of her and could only talk to her through a screen." "Well!" I said to provide an answer to his question. "To answer your question about females in my family. I have several Grand Aunts and Aunts who live in Ireland, several Aunts in England, 2 in New Zealand and one married to a diplomat posted to South Korea. Do I ever get to see them? Only when I organize a trip to the old country like my sister and her family are on right now. Make I make one of these trips, I usually visit family in both Ireland and England. I haven't seen the ones in New Zealand or the one in South Korea for a lot of years but I hear that Aunt Matilda, that's the one in Seoul, is going to be visiting next Spring for a couple of weeks. I think they are about to be re-posted and when you are in the Foreign Service, you never know where you'll end up or when we'll see them next." "So what happened next assuming I am sticking to your sequence of events." I said looking over at him. "Okay! So Rodney and Dicky are getting along like two houses on fire. It was still a little too early for dinner, so I thought I'd get this family obligation out of the way. Rod offered to come with me but I'm always afraid my great aunt is really a secret member of CSIS (Canadian Security and Intelligence Service). She can worm information out of a dead tree and, when she's got what she needs, it's like telephone, fax it (because there is no telegraph service anymore), then tell everybody. So! Nope, I wasn't going to take Rod with me and subject him to an interrogation. I was sure he and Dicky would end up playing video games or something. And, besides, I wouldn't be gone all that long. So, I put my bag in Dicky's spare bedroom and took a moment to take a whiz in the adjoining bathroom. I couldn't have been all that long really, just a few minutes. I took another short length of time to change my shirt, grabbed a sweater in case the weather got chilly and prepared to set off. When I came out of the bedroom I couldn't hear any noise. Now, I know Dicky and when he's playing video games, he's as loud as a crowd at a baseball game. But nada, not a sound. Luckily for everyone the hallways were carpeted so I slowly made my way down the hall to the sitting room. I stopped and slowly looked into the sitting room expecting Rod and Dicky to be playing a video game. But that's not what I saw at all." "Dare I ask what you saw?" I asked. "What I saw, boss, was a vision," replied Aaron adjusting himself slightly. "A good vision or a bad vision?" I couldn't help asking. "That depends, boss," he said looking straight at me. "On what?" "On whether or not you're into watching two guys enjoying themselves." "You can't be serious," I said matter-of-factly. "Oh! I am serious, boss. What I saw was Dicky kneeling on the floor in front of Rob whose jeans and bright red skivvies were down around his knees. He was sliding his big cock in and out of Dicky's mouth. And it wasn't just the tip either. Rod was thrusting his behemoth deep into Dicky's face so I'm guessing it was going right down his throat." "What did you feel about that? Were you pissed off that Dicky, and not you, was feasting on Rod's big dick?" "I can't say it bothered me at all boss. Rod and I aren't exactly boyfriends. He's older than me so I have to assume that he's had other partners before I came along. And, I can admit the fact that I am still a virgin. Yes! I'd had several blowjobs from both girls and boys before I met him. I have my own personal cocksucker who I'd loaned to Nicholas for a few weeks. But, I wasn't really worried about the well going dry. I knew I could talk someone, maybe even that young teaching brother or novice or whatever he is into swinging on my cock and swallowing a load. But me! Nope. I haven't swung on anyone's meat, swallowed someone's load and definitely not let anyone breed my ass although; I think I told you, I might have a problem if Nicholas came on to me." "So were you surprised that Dicky was servicing Rob?" "Not really. I mean I was surprised it happened so quickly but, then again, maybe the two of them had met at the Club or, at least, had seen each other at the Club. For all I know, maybe they had got it on together before." "So did you stay and watch?" I asked. "Well I watched up to the point that Rob grabbed Dicky's head in a vice like grip in his hands, holding him steady, and really began fucking his face. I'd been there, done that and knew the outcome. So, I waited for the right moment and then very quietly left. I don't know whether they heard the front door close behind me but, then again, I didn't care." "It went well then. The visit with your great aunt, I mean." "Right, I went along on the underground. She lives only a few blocks from one of the stations. She was so glad to see me and was really thankful that I'd taken the time to come see her. Yeah! My stock was on the rise. We caught up on the family news. Mom hadn't told her yet that there was a possibility of the family moving West so I thought, in for a penny; in for a pound. If they can drop me in the shit at their leisure, I can do it too. So, after sharing a glass of Guinness with her and being the recipient of another one of her great big hugs, I took my leave. I knew that the moment my ass was out the door she would be on the phone to mom and the shit would hit the fan." "You live dangerously, don't you?" I said as a matter-of fact because I knew from past experiences in the Venturer Company activities that the little bugger could, at times, really ride the edge of the blade. "Yeah! Once in a while, but not too often." He replied. "You then went back to Dicky's place." I asked. "Yeah. It wasn't too long before I was on the underground and whizzing towards uptown again. Trouble was that there was this really cute guy, French speaking I think, who was sitting with a few friends. I caught his eye and he caught mine. We were approaching the main interchange station and with my cock on the rise, I really thought I might have a shot with this kid." "And did you? Have a shot, I mean." "Nahhhhh. He and his buddies got off at the interchange. I saw them heading for the northern line. But! He did look back with a look that held promise. I really wanted him to know I was interested in him so I deliberately blew him a kiss. Sadly, this time, I wasn't going his way. In a city of one point five million or more, it isn't likely I'll run into him again anytime soon." "So you worked your way back to Dicky's apartment?" "Yeah! But I look the long way. Instead of just riding the underground to the station closest to his apartment, I got off at the station before so I could walk and get fresh air. It's a lot different walking around a big city than it is in a small rural town, you know." "So you walked down the street with all the big, national stores?" "Pretty much. It's amazing how many people there were out at that time doing whatever. There were the beggars, of course, and something you don't see all that often anymore." "And! What was that?" I asked curiously. "Near the square, just opposite the big Anglican Cathedral, there was this guy that had this push cart that looked like a box on wheels. There was a crank on one side which he leisurely moved in a circle and there was music. But the amazing thing was the little monkey in a bell hop uniform. The little guy was cute and played not only with his handler but with those standing around. But, the little guy really had a fascination with some of the kids who'd accompanied their parents. It was fun to watch but I knew I had better get my ass back to Dicky's because they were probably waiting on me to go to dinner." It was sort of relaxing just ambling along the main street. All the store windows were dressed and periodically I would catch the reflection of a cute guy or two as I walked along. It was really too bad I had a commitment; one or two of those cuties would have been worth the effort. "You sound as if you're always being led by your dick, Aaron." I commented. "Pretty much! Why wouldn't I be", came the quick response. "I'm young, well equipped for my age, almost always hard, and full of cum. I'm always on the lookout. I'm beginning to think you're past your prime, boss. You give me the impression that you've lost the hunter instinct." "Is that what they're calling it now? The hunter instinct." I asked. "Well! I don't know if they give it an official name, boss, but as you well know I'm a hunter. I'm always looking for someone to take down. For me, the more untouchable or unapproachable, the more determined I am to take up the challenge. For example, there's this one jock in school, an arrogant son-of-a-bitch if ever there is one. He's one I'd love to conquer, put on his knees, fuck his face and just at that moment, right when I am about to blast my cum down his throat, I'd pull my breeding tube out of his mouth. I'd humiliate him by letting fly on his face. Then, I'd take a picture of my cream running down from his forehead to his chin and post it somewhere for everyone in the school to see. Or, maybe I'd just take him down in front of one or two of his jock friends. The story of his sucking cock would roar through the school like a giant tsunami and he'd be ruined. But boss, a prick like him deserves it after what he's got away with." "And, is this jock the only one on your potential hit list?" "Not really, boss. Do you really want to know?" ""Since it's just you and I and, since anything you and I discuss is forever held privately between us, I think you can trust me." "Alright boss. But promise me you won't chastise or criticize me." "I promise, Aaron. After all, it is your life and who am I to interfere in how you live it?" "Well, since you put it that way. I think the first person on my list is that young novice, Brother Ninian." "Holy crap, Aaron. Are you serious?" "Sure. Why not? I saw him once in his boxers and although I don't know anything about the equipment he's carrying, I can tell you that he's very well built with a set of abs a lot of girls and I bet a few guys would love to lick the sweat off of." "Gheeeez, Aaron, going after him and the Holy Father in Rome would excommunicate you in person." "Who cares what the big guy in Rome would do. If I got that puppy to swing on my meat and I could drop a load into his belly, at least he'd to be honestly able to say that he'd experienced a little about the realities of the carnal pleasures of life instead of just using his five fingers." "You're assuming he uses his five fingers." "Give me a break, boss. The guy's in his very early 20's. I'd say no more than 21. Just because he's studying to become a teaching brother doesn't mean that he's suddenly become like one of those Chinese duds, whatcha call em. You know those guys that had their balls chopped off and served the emperor." "I think you mean eunuchs." "Yeah! That's them. Somehow I don't think they make them teaching brothers into eunuchs, do they boss? Geeeeeez, he's young, he's got to be going through the same things you and I do. I'd bet that like you and me and every other male between my age and yours, he has 5 or six hard-ons a day. He's human. Something or someone turns his crank. If I remember, I think he's a novice so he hasn't taken any vows yet so, if he and I got down to it, he might be committing a sin but he wouldn't be breaking his vows yet. See! I'd be doing him a favour. "And what favour would that be exactly?" I asked throwing more of my change into another one of those toll thingies. "Just think of it this way boss. I'd be helping him to come to a firm conclusion, based on a real life experience, whether or not religious life was for him. And, while I'm doin him the favour of furthering his education, I get to enjoy the experience and watch the look on his face as I use my breeding tube to empty my balls down his throat. I bet you, boss, if he doesn't jerk his rod to shooten off stage at least once a day, he's having one or two wet dreams a week." "Well, I don't know that. In fact, I don't know him. I might have seen him when I've gone to the school for something but I can't picture him right now. Besides, Aaron, who's to say he'd be swinging on your breeding tube. Why wouldn't you possibly be swinging on his?" "T'ain't gonna happen, boss. I told you once before, up until now, the only guy I'd even consider going down on is Nicholas and until he makes his move, I'm still a virgin." "Confident little bugger, aren't you." "Yes siree, boss. The world is made up of us hunters and our prey. The day I get on my knees to suck cock or bend over the barrel to get fucked, it will be because I am either forced or I want to. If I'm being forced, I won't be the only one hurtin. If I'm doing it because I want to, it's because I have tremendous respect for the man I'm with" "So is the novice and the jock the only two on your potential hit list?" "Not really boss. Basically, I'm an opportunist. Like with Rod. It was an opportunity for a blowjob so I took advantage of it. But I do have one other person on my list." "So! Are you going to tell me about him?" "Naah, boss. That would be giving all my secrets away." Aaron turned to look out the window at the passing cars and saw the reflection of the man he affectionately called, 'boss', in the glass. 'Not to worry, boss,' he thought watching the reflection in the glass. 'Someday in your future when you and I are not breaking the law, you and me are gonna have one very special get together up in Gjert's mountain retreat.' "You didn't finish the story about returning to the apartment." "Right! Well there isn't all that much to tell really. I got back to the building all right. I met this cute guy who was acting as the doorman/receptionist and gave him a little of what might come, went upstairs to the apartment and found Rod watching the telly. I couldn't find Dicky until Rod told me that Mike had come up and that he and Dicky were in the bedroom catching up old times and, rather than get bored waiting, I simply plugged into Rods willing mouth and dropped a load before we went out to dinner.' "I'd say that was a little more than not much to tell, wouldn't you? Why not start with the doorman." "Ah yesssss. He was a cute little bugger. As I would later find out, he was replacing his older brother for the long weekend. His brother had gone down to Boston to visit some mates in the service. He'd been wanting to go for some time but couldn't because there was no-one to take his place. He offered his little brother the job for the long weekend with a little bonus in pay if he'd do it. You tell me boss, how many teenage boys doyou know who couldn't use extra money?" "You have a point." "Anyway, I walk into the lobby of Dicky's building and like many of these buildings with doormen, you have to either be buzzed in or they let you into the lobby but they either have to have your name on a visitors expected list or they call up. Well, there wasn't much going on in the lobby so I struck up a conversation with the cute kid. He seemed to have a hard time to take his eyes off my chest and, when they weren't on my chest, they were on my crotch. I was beginning to rise to the occasion, if you know what I mean." "With you, Aaron, that's not too hard." "T'aint't my fault boss. Obviously he saw something he liked." "Get on with the story, Aaron." 'Okay, so we got to talking. He was standing behind the counter. Over the next few minutes I found out that he went to the local protestant high school, was in his junior year taking classical studies, swam on the relay team, played water polo and had a girlfriend. I was just about to ask him some of the inquisitive questions about his girlfriend like did she play around, had he got into her panties, did she blow him? You know boss, the important stuff." "When did a guy's girlfriend ever interest you, Aaron?" "Only when I'm checkin to see if my gaydar is workin and up to snuff, boss." "And was it?" "Well, I really wasn't sure. You see, he kept looking at me with a certain hunger but there seemed to be some reluctance to give himself away just in case he found himself dealing with a predator." "Which, of course, he was." "You betcha, boss. He had a pair of lips that anyone would be proud to ease over the knob of his cock." "So did you?" "Did I what, boss?" "Ease his lips over your ?.." "Naw. Well, just for a second or two. Just when I had coiled up and was ready to strike the bloody phone rang. A tenant in the building was either asking him to do something or telling him that they were expecting something or someone." "So, you gave up?" "Hell no, boss. While he was distracted by the phone call, I undid my belt buckle, unzipped my jeans and hauled out my now very rigid piece of meat. I moved behind the counter to hide my not fully naked lower half just in case some dear old biddy came into the lobby from the elevator or from the street. He had turned away from me and was writing something on a pad. When he finished writing, he put his pen down on the counter and let his hand fall to his side. So! Seeing an opportunity, my opportunity, I just reached over, took hold of his hand and slowly brought it back behind him so I could place his fingers around my cock." "I'll bet that got a reaction?" "You could say that, boss. As quick as jack rabbit, he spun around and looked down to see what he was holdin. I mean, come on boss. Eight and some inches of thick, rigid, warm, velvety to the touch cock meat with a little tiny bubble of clear liquid at the tip. Wouldn't that get you excited?" "Aaron," I barked "Sorry, boss. The amazing thing is that he never let go of my cock. There was no question; shock was definitely registered on his face. I don't suppose anyone, particularly not another guy, had ever done that to him. After all, with the sports he plays he's considered a jock in his school and jocks, as you know are, somewhat, standoffish from the herd." "So! What happened next?" "Well, we were both behind the counter. I leaned in and placed both hands on either side of his neck and applied some downward pressure. I was rather stunned, myself, when the kid slowly went down to his knees. I didn't know how far I could take it or how long we'd have before someone came bursting into the lobby. Once the kid was on his knees staring at the prize, I simply leaned in and gently pressed the bubble of liquid atop his upper lip and moved my cock from side to side leaving a nice thick coating right under his nose giving him something to smell for a while. And, then, just as I was about to put my cock back in my pants, didn't the kid open his lips. So you got to ask yourself, boss. Would you have let the opportunity pass?" "To tell you the truth, Aaron. I'd have probably thought the situation too risky and not done anything of the kind." "Maybe that's what you would have done but not me. Remember, I told you, I'm an opportunist. I saw my chance. I eased my knob between those lips and waited until his tongue licked my cock slit looking for more. After I felt his tongue circle my knob, I slowly eased about five inches of prime beef into his mouth and along his tongue." "Did you go for broke?" " Naaaah! I never had the intention of shooting a load. I knew there wasn't time. And, as if to confirm that thought, just at that moment, wouldn't you know it, this young guy all dressed up in a suit and tie, carrying a brief case, came barging through the street door into the lobby. He couldn't see the doorman in his uniform at the counter but didn't pay a single second of attention to me but he did mumble something and, just as he got to the elevator, didn't the doors open. He stepped in and turned to face the front door and pressed his floor but, from that angle, I knew he could see what was goin on behind the desk." "And you pulled out and bolted?" "Shit no, boss. I wouldn't leave the poor kid to take the shit alone." "So, what did you do?" "I didn't do anything except what I was doin. He saw me with my cock in the face of someone else but probably couldn't see him clearly because of the way we were standing or it didn't register because the elevator door closed. I watched to see if he pressed the open button but he didn't. He must have pressed his floor first because I could see the elevator passing the floors on the way to his destination. "I bet that little episode scared the what's it out of you?" "Not really. Once I realized the coast was clear and the guy in the elevator wasn't coming back, I rocked my cock in and out of the kid's mouth a few times, then pulled it out and put it back where it belonged." "And?" "And what?" "What happened next?" "Nothing! I helped the kid to his feet, made sure he was working the weekend. He told me he was working the 9 p.m. to 9 a.m. shift but that he'd come on early tonight because the guy who was supposed to be there had baby problems at home. He said he'd be there every night till Monday morning. I leaned in, gave him a feather touching kiss on the lips and promised that I'd come down to check on him when he was on duty." "And did you?" " You're out of sequence, boss." (To be continued) Note: If you liked this little story, want to give constructive criticism or just want to rant , feel free to drop me a note at FitzH1943@gmail.com If you would like to hear more of Aarons adventures, drop me a note and let me know.