Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2018 08:52:45 -0500
From: Tim Hubbard <timmywriteshot@gmail.com>
Subject: Not a Boy Scout Anymore Chapter 6

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 Six

I didn't wake up until after 9 the next morning. I felt great; it had been
an incredible night last night and all five of us got more than we wanted,
if you know what I mean. As I lay in bed, stretching, I realized my cock
was hard and thought I'd do something about it. But, just as I was about to
grab on to my horny shaft, Houseboy walked in. It was obvious he had just
gotten out of bed too, he was naked and sporting a semi-hard cock. Houseboy
is beautiful, by the way. He's a bit older than me and stands about 6 feet
tall. He is very lean and muscled, hard rock pecs and defined abs. He has a
bubble butt and 7 inches of thick meat handing between his muscled
legs. I'm guessing he weighs 170. He has very dark brown hair, almost
black, and his body is shaved smooth all over.

"Good morning, Sunshine," he says to me. "Time to rise and shine"

"Good morning...You know what, I don't know your name," I said.

"I'm Chris, Chris Macelli," he answers.

"Nice to meet you, Chris, although, I think we've met before – like last
night?"

Chris smiles and says, "C'mon, little man, you need to get up and shower,
I've got plans for you today. Your Dad is gone to work, and Tony is at a
meeting downstairs. Mike, the chef, is doing the shopping. So, we are all
alone, for the moment, and you need to get ready for a surprise gift from
Tony. Oh, speaking of gifts, Tony left a little something for you in the
dresser drawer. Check it out, get a shower, and meet me in the living
room." Chris left the room and I watched his cute ass cheeks bounce out of
the room.

I walked over to the dresser and opened it. Inside, there was a box and a
wallet. Inside the box was a beautiful watch. There was a small card that
read: "To remind you of the time you've spent with us." Then, I opened this
soft, leather wallet and found $2,000.00 in cash. There was a note: "You're
not a slut anymore, Timmy. Love, Tony." I was completely overwhelmed by
Tony's gifts. This plus the new wardrobe was just too much. But, I didn't
turn it down. I went in to the bathroom and took a nice long shower. I
decided not to jack off in the shower, even though my cock was rock-hard, I
wanted to see what Chris had in store for us

I dried off and stayed naked after my shower. I walked into the living room
and found Chris, also naked, waiting for me with a glass of orange juice
and a sweet roll. We ate and drank our breakfast and talked a little about
the great time we had last night. I asked him if he was Italian and he
said, "Oh yeah, Macelli is Italian through and through. My family would
shit if they knew what I was doing now."

"So, how old are you?" Tell me about yourself and how you got here." I
asked

"I'm 19 and I graduated high school last year. I wasn't ready for college,
I may never be ready. I'm more of a Vo-tech kind of guy. I got a job here
at the hotel doing grounds keeping when I was a senior in high school. I
worked summer time and weekends during school. When it was really hot, all
the guys worked in shorts with no shirts, so we could try to keep cool and
get a tan. I looked different then. I am naturally a pretty hairy guy. My
arms and legs are covered in thick hair and my chest has a nice cover of
dark hair around my pecs and stomach. I had a cool pleasure trail that went
down my tummy to my cock shaft and a thick bush around my cock. I thought I
looked pretty hot and I looked older too. So, one day, Tony saw me working
in the yard out back. He sat down at a table and watched me work. He really
stared at me and moved to follow my work pattern. In a way, it was a little
creepy, but it also very flattering."

"Damn, Chris, that's weird, isn't it?" I asked.

"At first, I thought so too," he answered, "but then, something else
happened. At the end of my shift, I was walking into the locker room to
shower and go home when Tony stopped me at the door. He said he was very
impressed with my work and with the way I carried myself. He said he'd been
watching me and thinking that he might have a better job for me. Then he
asked if I would come talk with him about it. I told him I'd be right along
after my shower. He told me it was OK, just come right now and shower
later. So, I followed him into the elevator and up to the Penthouse. When
we walked in, I was as impressed as you were. My family is not well-off at
all. I had never seen anything like this. So, Tony told me to sit down on
the sofa and wait a minute, he'd be right back. He walked into the bedroom
and I figured he had to go to the bathroom. I looked around the room and
imagined what it would be like to live here. The truth is, I was living in
a dumpy little apartment across town. I came out to my family right after
graduation and they kicked me out of the house. This job was all I had to
pay my bills."

"I'm sorry, Chris," I said. "I am so lucky that my Dad understands me
better than that."

"Anyway, I sat down on the sofa and, before long, Tony came out of the
bedroom wearing a bathrobe and it seemed like he might be naked
underneath. So, I figured that he had seen me half naked in the yard and
decided he could take advantage of me because I'm his employee. He sat down
in the chair over there."

"Ok," Tony began, "here's what I have in mind. I know that you are gay, and
you are especially good looking. I know your family rejected you and that
you live in a dump. I know you aren't very interested in college, and I
know you are hard-working and trustworthy. Don't ask how I know, just trust
that I have my sources. I propose to bring you into my household to work
directly for me. I will pay you four times what you're making now, and you
will have a free apartment here in the Penthouse. You will have access to
your own car. There will be no limits on your activities or your
spending. In return, you will live here with me and be available when I
need you to clean the house, serve my guests, and have sex with me."

"Wow, I thought," Chris continued, "He just came right out with it. So, I
sat there for a minute wondering what the fuck was happening. Then, Tony
stood up and dropped his robe. He stood in front of me completely naked and
revealed his hairy, muscled body and that beautiful cock of his. He said
that he was going into the bedroom. He told me my bathroom was down the
hall, if I decide to stay. He told me to go take a shower and join him in
his room or show myself out, the decision was mine. Well, fuck it, I took a
shower and stayed!"

"That's amazing!" I said, "So, how come you shaved all your hair off?"

"Well, after I'd been here for a while, Tony asked me if I'd mind a little
variety. Mike, the chef was already working here, and you saw what a hairy
bear he is. So, Tony called a guy to come to my apartment and take care of
me. He showed up and started by giving me an incredible massage. Then, he
took me into the shower to wash the oil off, then he took clippers and
trimmed all my body hair. Next, he lathered me up with shaving gel and
shaved every inch of my body. It felt strange to at first, but then I
started to like the feel of his fingers and the scrape of the razor. He
rubbed all over me to check for stray hairs. And finally, he told me to go
back the massage table. I laid down and massed me again, this time with a
cream that felt like silk, He told me this would help avoid and razor
rash. He rubbed every single inch of my body with his silky cream. He had
started on my back side and then I turned over. By the time he'd done my
pits and chest, my cock was throbbing. He moved to my legs and saved my
cock for last. Instead of cream, he put his hot mouth on my hard cock and
gently sucked up and down. At the same time, he was spreading cream on my
ball sack and down into that special inch behind them. He rubbed me and
kept sucking my cock. Then, he spread cream on his hand and took hold of
the base of my cock. As he pulled his mouth slowly off, he started stroking
my cock with his silky hand. He kept my mushroom cap in his mouth as he
stroked my rock-hard cock. I started to moan and squirm underneath his
touch. He took his other hand and held my chest down to the table. I had no
choice, I exploded into his mouth. I felt at least 4 or 5 big pulses of hot
cum fly out of me and into him. He sucked all my juice and swallowed it,
then he finished me off my rubbing his silky cream on the rest of my
cock. He told me to lie still for a minute. As he packed up all his stuff
and carried it to the elevator. Then, he helped me down off the table and
he led me into my bedroom and put me into bed. He kissed my forward, and
told me he'd see me again soon. Then he took his massage table and left."

"Oh, fuck, Chris, that made me hard just hearing about it."

Christ said, "So I noticed." He smiled as he looked at my now hard
cock. "The good news is that today is my weekly touch up and I asked my guy
to work on you too."

"How soon will he get here?" I asked eagerly.

The masseur arrived, and Chris introduced him as Tristan. He pointed him
toward my bedroom, so I gathered I get to go first. I follow Tristan down
the hall, admiring his tight ass along the way. I shit the door to my
bedroom and watch Tristan set up his table and put out his supplies. Then,
Tristan took off all his clothes; Chris didn't tell me this part! Tristan
was a lean muscled specimen. He was almost 6 feet tall and blonde. He was
very well-defined with large biceps, hard pecs, and a 6-pack for days. He
also had a nice dusting of blonde fur on his chest and sliding down his
stomach, leading to a bush at the base of a gorgeous cock, hanging between
his legs. He told me to get up on the table, face down. I did. Tristan
started at my feet and legs and massaged gently, but firmly. It felt
great. As he worked his way up my legs, I felt them relax and go limp under
his firm touch He reached my upper thighs and started to massage my
buttocks. He kneaded each cheek and pushed deep into the muscle. I moaned
with pleasure. Then he moved up my back and massaged my lower back from
side to side and up and down. It was time for my shoulders and upper
back. Tristan stepped to the head of the table and his cock was right in
front of me. He leaned forward to reach my back and his cock slapped onto
the table, within reach of my mouth. I took it in and Tristan pushed it
forward into me. The table was shaped specifically to make this
possible. He thrust his big cock in and out of my face while he rubbed my
shoulders. I felt him grow in my mouth, but he pulled out.

Then, Tristan told me to turn over and I did. He started at my shoulders
this time and worked his way down my chest and stomach. He moved around my
cock and massaged my legs. When he was finished, he told me to hop down and
head for the shower. As we walked, Tristan told me that this first part was
so he could feel where the hair was that needed to be removed. In the
shower, he got me wet and washed all the oil off my body. He lathered me up
with shaving gel and shaved everywhere that he had found hair. I know there
wasn't too much, because I did my own grooming. He did manage to find some
in hard to reach places, like my ass crack, and I could feel how smooth I
was as he went. After he rinsed me off, he walked to the side of the shower
and bent over with his hands on the bench. He told me to soap his ass and
fuck him. So, I squeezed liquid soap onto my cock and into his ass hole. I
moved in behind him and pressed my cock to his hole. He pushed back, and I
went in with a pop. He told me to make it hard and deep. So, I did my best
to fuck Tristan, so he'd remember me. I plunged in harder and harder than
I'd ever fucked anyone before. I felt great to be inside this hot ass with
my freshly shaved pelvis and balls slapping against him. I slapped his ass
hard and pushed in when my cock swelled and exploded into him. I shot a big
load and Tristan arched his back and moaned loudly.

I pulled out and Tristan led me back to the table where he rubbed my entire
body with that silky cream. He told me I was finished, and I should go
rest. So, I went into my room and lay down in the bed. Tristan got all his
stuff together and went to visit Chris in his apartment. I soon fell asleep
and didn't wake up for hours.

[END PART SIX]