Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2010 01:42:07 -0400 From: Jason Subject: Scot's Seduction - Chapter 1 (Bisexual, MF, Mm, MM) It may seem at first read that an under-aged boy is being led into an early sexual situation. This is not the point of this story. This short story involves life as it really takes place with older teens who are just growing into maturity on their own terms. Scot's Seduction Chapter 1 By Jason Sterling sterling.jason (at) gmail (dot) com To my straight friends and the world in general I am just an ordinary guy still unmarried in my late twenties but sleeping around with every broad who will spread her legs for me. To my gay friends and casual pickups who will share their cocks and/or asses to get me off frequently, I am a tall, thin ex sailor, not that good looking but not ugly either. Having a swimmers body, a dominating personality that knows how to play rough and when to play coy, finding a male body to fuck has never been that difficult for me. To both groups I have been in the closet since I was in my early teens. I feel comfortable in each world but practical experience has taught me neither group accepts me when I'm not playing according to the expectations of what the other thinks is proper orientation. Call me paranoid if you will, but on the few occasions where I've allowed myself to openly admit my dual sexuality interests, a subtle curtain of doubt or mistrust seeps into the relationship and I get the feeling that any reciprocal interest that may develop between us ends quickly. Sometimes the two different sides of my erotic interests overlap. Take my affair with Beth. She was a divorced woman with two kids who got the house and no child support when she and her ex split up. She was a good eight years older than me but still missed having a warm body in bed with her at night and I was more than willing to share in her sexual needs. After dinner and drinks one evening she got horny and invited me to her home to spend the night because she had an early business appointment the next morning. She paid all the bills by selling real estate in a distant town that once was a summer resort area to the large metropolitian area where I lived in a 'bachelor pad' apartment. I knew her kids from the time they were prepubescent scamps when I first met Beth. Having young kids in the same house with me when I was screwing their mother in the next room made me a little nervous. But, I allowed my hard-on, as always, to get the upper hand in my decision making ability and drove her home on the grounds of a once beautiful river front cottage. The kids were already in their own rooms, hopefully asleep, when we arrived. Beth and I swapped spit, felt each other up fully and then she stepped into the bathroom and put in her diaphragm so we could get down to some serious fucking. Either she came several times while I was pounding away in her fairly loose pussy or she was a good actress; anyway she didn't seem the slightest bit hesitant in making a lot of noise during our sexual exploits. My own erotic thoughts while I was 'doing my duty' ranged from imagining a virile young teenager urging me on to fuck him deeper and harder to a submissive young girl brought into my harem bed by a eunuch slave to do my bidding. After I was able to shoot twice into Beth's pussy we both fell asleep in a 'spoon' position in each other's embrace. The alarm clock went off the next morning and after a quick fuck again, Beth showered and dressed to leave for her morning appointment to show some prospective customers a house that just came on the market. Beth told me to stay around and when she was done with business we could carry on where we left off. I got up, went into the living room to have my coffee and perhaps read a newspaper. There on the couch was Scot, Beth's youngest child clad only in his jockey briefs watching cartoons on the TV. The kid had grown into a fine looking young man with a well developed body and a head of blond, curly hair who just reeked of eroticism. He barely acknowledged my presence and only mumbled something about keeping it down to a dull roar when I was in the bed right next to his room at night. I responded with some trite comment about my buying him a set of ear plugs the next time I went to the drugstore. Later that morning Beth's oldest brat, a strikingly beautiful young girl now marched through the room saying she and her boyfriend would be out all day and to tell her mother not to wait up for her. After she left I asked Scot how old her sister was now. "The slut's just turned eighteen and has the hots for anything riding a motorcycle and a cock between his legs." Scot's candor and choice of words took me aback a little bit, but I chalked it up to normal sibling rivalry. Then I asked Scot how old he was. "I just got my learner's permit and mom said that if I kept up my grades in school she'd try to get me a used car of my own." That meant he was at least sixteen. I couldn't keep my eyes off of that languid, hairless, beautiful body stretched out before me so perfect in every detail. The bulge in the skimpy shorts of his held the promise of a bountiful treasure developing with only a few more years of maturation. Trying to keep from having an uncomfortable silence between us I asked Scot if he was into any sports or what he did to get into the great shape that he appeared to be in. "I do a lot of field and track stuff at school and I train on my dad's old workout equipment that he left in the garage when he took off to marry that tramp he left my mother for." This kid obviously had deep emotional problems that he had to work through. Now that he didn't have a father around and was living with two females who made no secret of their sex lives, Scot was trying to put on an ourward appearance of masculine indifference but I could feel by his attitude that he was a very troubled youngster. I was torn by my feelings of lust for him on one hand and my sense of compassion and empathy on the other. When Beth came home from work both kids were gone and we had the whole house to ourselves. We screwed in the kitchen, out on the patio and even in bed where I went down on her and licked her twat so deeply that I got a cramp in my tongue. Neither of us wanted a longer relationship with each other and only wanted to stay friends who could have a sexual relationship now and then when we needed relief. I stopped by to visit Beth from time to time and saw Scot becoming more morose on each trip. When I asked his mother how he was getting on with being a teenager she told me that she felt limited in her ability to do anything with him, mostly because she was not capable of being the father figure she felt he needed in his life. Then, with a very serious expression on her face, she asked me if I could take on the job of being a male presence in his life and give him the advice and attention that she felt he so strongly needed. "He seems to like you and thinks you are cool. Could you sort of pal around with him and let him ask you things that he would be too embarrassed to ask his mother?" After some thought, I told Beth that if we hung out much it would have to be in the city because I had a job that required my full attention at the office, but Scot was more than welcome to stay with me when he wasn't in school or was on vacation breaks. The only problem was that he would be on his own while I was at work and there was a big city at his doorstep to potentially explore and perhaps get into trouble when I was not around. The fact that I would have my own problems of trying to keep my hands off the kid when we were alone together was something I didn't even discuss with Beth. I had beat my meat alone several times with the image of Scot before me in my mind as my right hand stroked faster and faster to bring me to climax. What was I going to do when he was right there in the flesh, so to speak? Comments or sugestions always welcomed. sterling (dot) jason (at) gmail (dot) com