Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2018 08:53:21 -0500
From: Tim Hubbard <timmywriteshot@gmail.com>
Subject: Not a Boy Scout Anymore Chapter Three

Tim Hubbard, timmywriteshot@gmail.com

[This is a work of erotic fiction. It depicts sex between adults and
underage boys. It also includes unprotected sex. If this offends you,
please don't read it.]

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This is the follow-up to "What I Learned at Scout Camp." I hope you enjoy
this new set of antics for young Timmy, even though it starts off a little
down.]

I'm Not a Boy Scout Anymore, Guys – Part Three

So, Dad got back the room later than usual. He walked in and stripped off
his suit and tie. Then the rest came off so he could get a shower. "Wanna
join me?" he asks. "Sure!" I strip and follow him into the shower. It's a
big walk-in shower built for more than one person. Dad gets all wet and his
hair is matted to his chest. I get the soap and start washing his body.
I've done this before and I really like it. I love to soap up my Dad's
hairy body and end by cleaning his big cock off. I take the hand-held
shower and rinse him off thoroughly and hand the shower wand to him. I go
down on his cock and have a nice appetizer for later. I feel Dad putting
the hand-held shower near my ass, so I grab my ass cheeks and spread them
wide. Dad sticks a finger in my hole and shoots the shower up inside me. It
feels so good and I hold in as much water as I can. When I can't hold it in
any longer, I run to the toilet and flush myself out. I go back in the
shower and Dad repeats it again, and I flush myself until the water runs
clear.

When that's finished, Dad shuts the water off and takes a towel to dry me
and then I dry him. We've done this before and it is so much fun to care
for each other and be this close. When we're dry, Dad leads me back into
the bedroom and we sit on the bed and kiss for a while. His kisses are so
soft and yummy. He rubs my back while we kiss and feel myself getting hard,
so I reach for Dad's cock and start to stroke it. He stops me and says,
"Save it for later. Let's go out to dinner." So, we both get dressed in
nice casual clothes and go to a nice restaurant. Dad orders wine and I
order a soda. We talk while we wait for our food. He tells me about his day
and how much he missed me. I tell him about my trip to the pool and the guy
I met. I don't leave out any detail, even the part where I got paid. He
smiles through the whole story and says, "Damn, Timmy, that was a very
profitable day for you. I'm glad you had a good time and managed to make
some money too. You know, this could be a pretty good summer job." I never
thought of that. I've been a slut for so long, I never thought that guys
would pay me for my hot body. Dad said, "You really are growing up,
Timmy. You're shaved body is beautiful and you really know how to use your
cock. No guy would turn you away, you're hot!"

It was a little weird having my Dad suggest that I sell myself, but he's
just using my best skills and I think he's really kidding. I laugh and tell
him that I'll think about it, but I don't want to stop giving it to him for
free. "That is no problem, son. I want you as often as I can get you and I
think you agree."

After dinner we go back to the room. We can't get our clothes off fast
enough. He throws me onto the bed and starts to kiss me and feel my
body. He sucks my cock into his mouth and gets it hard. Then he lets me
take his man meat into my hungry mouth. I slurp it down and get it rock
hard. While I suck him, I love to run my fingers through his soft chest
hair and pinch his nipples. Soon, I know it's time. I lay on my back and
put my legs in the air. Dad gets in front of me and picks me up by the
hips. He's got the perfect angle, so he squirts lube in my ass and all over
his cock. Then he plunges his monster meat into me all the way to the
hilt. I love it and let him know with a loud moan. We have a good rhythm
and Dad settles in for a long hot fuck. He holds my hips and keeps me
angled right and pulls me onto him every time he thrusts in. My prostate
shivers and my insides buzz with pleasure. I feel him swelling inside me,
so I start to jack myself off; I like to cum at the same time he fills me
up. Tonight, Dad tells me to wait. As hard as that it, I let go of my cock
and enjoy this hot fucker...my Dad. He shoots a massive load of hot cum
inside me and I feel full. He continues to pump me until his soft cock
falls out of my ass. I feel his love juices leaking out onto the bed. Then,
Daddy leans over and starts to suck me. He wants to taste my cum tonight. I
let him have his way, and I enjoy the blowjob. Dad is really good at,
though I'm not sure where he learned all this stuff. Soon, I can't hold
back anymore, and I explode in ribbons of hot cum down Daddy's throat. He
swallows all of me and we lie back on the bed, spent.

"Dad," I say, "I'm curious, where did you learn how to do all this stuff? I
know who taught me, but who taught you?"

"That's a long story, son." He began. "When I was about 16 or so, I had
grown up to almost this height and my cock was already big. I had some hair
on my chest and I wasn't ashamed in the locker room. I had dated several
girls at school, but nothing ever went too far. One night, we'd been at a
keg party and gotten pretty buzzed. The girl I was with started kissing me
and rubbing the front of my jeans. I thought this was a sign and I got her
in the back seat of my car. I took off her shirt and bra and I played with
her tits for a while. She told me she wanted more, and she slipped off her
panties. So, I took my pants off and got my dick out to fuck her. The
problem was, it wouldn't get hard. I stroked it and she stroked it and
nothing happened, it just hung there. I knew it worked because I had jacked
off plenty of times. But this was so embarrassing. I told her that it must
be because I was drunk, and we got dressed and went home. Well, by Monday,
the whole school knew that I couldn't get it up. The guys in the locker
room started to cover themselves up when I was there, and nobody would
shower when I was. They called me a fag. They snapped me with towels. It
was a horrible year. Fortunately, my folks moved before school started the
next year and nobody in the new town knew anything about me."

"Damn, Dad, that sucks."

"I met your mom in this school and we got along great. We started to date,
only I made sure not to get into any sexual situations with her. One day,
in the locker room, I noticed a good-looking football player watching me
get undressed. When I went to the shower, he followed me. We watched each
other as we washed our bodies. He was a lot like me, tall; nice cock; and
some really attractive body hair. When we washed our cocks, he smiled, and
I smiled back. Then we dried off and got dressed to go home. The guy
followed me outside and stopped me. "My name's Jack, what's yours?" I told
him my name and asked him if he needed a ride home. He said he did and we
got into my car. We didn't talk much until we came to a side road. Jack
told me turn there. I thought he must live out here, but he soon told me to
turn again onto a dirt road and then turn again behind some tall bushes and
trees. We were in the middle of nowhere."

"Look," Jack said. "I liked you the minute I saw you and I've been waiting
for a chance to get with you. Nobody knows this, but I'm gay. Are you?"

"I don't think so," I said."

"That's OK," he said. "We can fool around and maybe you'll figure it out."

"Then he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I thought it would be
disgusting, but it wasn't; it was really nice. I felt my dick start to get
hard in my jeans. We moved into the back seat of the car and Jack started
touching me all over and he took my t-shirt off and then he took his
off. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off and he didn't have any
underwear on. He looked really good and his dick was hard. I felt my dick
getting hard and getting cramped inside my jeans. I stripped down, and we
were sitting there naked, staring at each other. I had no idea what I was
doing, but we started to kiss and then grope each other and, the next thing
I knew, Jack had my cock in his mouth. It felt so good! He sucked me until
I came in his mouth. I had never felt anything like it. So, I sucked his
cock and he wasted no time filling my mouth with his cum. It tasted salty
and sweet at the same time and it was warm. I swallowed all of it. Then, we
got dressed and he told me where he lived so I could take him home. Along
the way, we talked about what just happened and what he knew about being
gay and he asked if he could see me again. I told him he could, and we
started hanging out and having sex."

"The thing is, I was also falling in love with your mother. She's so
beautiful and sweet and she cares about everything. She's smart and she
made it easy to love her. One night, it looked like we might be getting
serious. We kissed a lot and I put my hand up her blouse to feel her
breasts. They were soft and warm. She touched the front of my jeans, and I
asked her if she really wanted to go that far. She said yes, so I took her
out to the country road where Jack I met, and we got undressed in the back
seat. When I saw her, my cock got hard and I knew she was the one for me. I
used a condom and we made love for the first time. For the next two years,
we were steady together and we made love whenever we could."

"At the same time, I was meeting Jack for fun times of a different sort. I
was so confused. I told Jack that I didn't think I was gay, but I really
like spending time with him. I told him I was in love with a girl and that
I wanted to marry her after graduation. Jack told me that was fine. He said
I was bi-sexual, and that I liked sex with both sexes. Good for me – I
had more options."

"Everything stayed that way for the last two years of high school. Your
mother never found out about it, and we got married. A few years later, you
came along."

I said, "Dad, have you been with other guys since you've been married?"

"Not very many," he said. "Sometimes when I'm on a business trip, I run
into a guy with similar interests and we hook up. I'm really careful
because I don't want to hurt your mom."

"Wow, Dad," I said. "That's an amazing story.

"I'm glad I finally got to tell it to you," he said. "I wouldn't have
thought to tell you if you hadn't let me know that you're gay. That took a
lot of courage, Timmy."

Then I told Dad how I had met this man, Steve, at Scout Camp when I was
12. I went through the whole two years of him using me for sex and then
betraying me by filming our sex and sending it out over the Internet to his
friends. We talked all night and I finally got to the part where I've spent
the last year being a sex slave for every gay guy in town up at the park. I
told him how I sucked and fucked any guy who asked me; I told him I was a
terrible slut, and I started to cry.

Daddy took me in his strong arms and rubbed my back, "Shh," he crooned,
"It's all right, you don't have to do that anymore. You are not a worthless
slut, you are my son and I love you."

[I found out that Dad decided to get even with Steve for what he did to
me. Dad and a friend of his went to visit Steve at his house. When he let
them in, they took hold of him and took him into his bathroom and shaved
every hair off his big, hairy body. He loved his hair and now it was gone,
they even shaved his head. So, Steve was standing there yelling and seeing
himself in the mirror like a hairless little boy-slut. Then they told him
to suck their cocks and he did it. They both shot their cum all over
him. Then they took pictures of him with their cum running down his
hairless chest. They got into his computer and found his contact list and
sent the pics of Steve's hairless, cum-streaked body to everyone on his
contact list. So, they went out to everybody Steve knows, his boy-loving
friends and everyone else. As they were leaving, Dad told Steve that he
might want to consider moving and he better not get involved with any more
young boys in this town. A few weeks later, I saw a For Sale sign in front
of Steve's house and nobody has seen him around for a long time.]

We fell asleep in each other's arms and awoke still holding each other,
only, in the morning, we both had raging hard-ons. We laughed and got into
69 position, to have a morning blowjob. As always, Dad knew just how to get
me going and I knew his cock too. We sucked for a long time until Dad
started to swell in my mouth. His excitement fueled mine and we came
together and filled each other with hot morning cum. "It's like the perfect
breakfast drink," Dad said. We laughed and got up to take our shower
together. Again, we washed each other and kissed a lot that morning. We got
dressed and went down for breakfast in the lobby.

[END PART THREE]