Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2018 10:26:38 -0500
From: Tim Hubbard <timmywriteshot@gmail.com>
Subject: Not a Boy Scout Anymore Chapter 8

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 Eight

When I come downstairs, I find my Mom and Dad in the kitchen, locked in a
strong embrace and kissing like teenagers. "Ew," I laugh.

They break their embrace and laugh too. Mom comes over and gives me a kiss
on the cheek. I sit down at the table and they do too. As we begin to eat
supper, Mom starts the conversation. "So, Dad tells me you guys had time to
do some clothes shopping in Nashville. I'm anxious to see your new
wardrobe."

"Yeah, I guess it was cool," I say, lamely.

"He also told me that you had a really good time while you were there. I
guess you managed to stay busy while he was working, and you even made a
new friend."

"Um, yeah, I suppose you could call him a friend," I'm not sure how much to
talk about. Did Dad tell her everything about our trip. Does she know I had
slut sex with a whole bunch of guys? Shit!

"I told Mom about your friend Chris," Dad cut in. "I told her you met him
at the hotel pool and he was just visiting too. He's 19, I think, isn't
that right, Timmy?"

"Yes, Dad, that's right," I answered. "Chris is 19 and he was really
cool. We spent a lot of time together during work days. He's really good at
video games, and we got to play a lot in his room because he brought his
game console with him."

Mom: "Well, how nice! It's good you had somebody close to your own age to
play with. I'm glad."

"Mom, you make it sound like we're kids on a play date."

"Oh. No, that's not what I meant," she said, "I'm just glad you didn't have
to spend your time all alone or hanging around with older men."

That seemed to be a tip-off for me. "Oh. No, Chris and I were together all
the time when Dad was at work." Dad smiled at me and I think he was happy
with my answer. I planned to ask him about it later.

"So, what are your plans for tomorrow?" Mom asks.

"Since school starts soon, I thought I'd go over to the high school and see
what's happening. I was thinking that I might get involved in some
activities this year." I answered.

"That's great!" said Dad. "I'm glad to hear that you're getting excited
about school again. That's great news. You might check into the Track Team,
I really enjoyed running in high school."

"I thought the same thing, Dad, I'm too small for football anyway the guys
have all passed me up in size and they'd kill me on the field."

Mom said, "Well, I have two meetings in the morning, a luncheon, and then a
long afternoon in the office. I was thinking we might have to go out for
dinner tomorrow, so I don't have to cook. Sound good?"

"Absolutely," Dad says, "Maybe we can try that new restaurant next to the
mall. I hear it's really good."

I add, "I was thinking I might go out and ride my bike this evening. It's
been a week since I was out. I might stop by and see some of the guys from
school and see what's going on. Is that OK?"

Dad: "Sure thing! Just be very careful and be sure you have your lights and
reflectors in case you're out after dark."

We finished our meal and I helped clean up and wash the dishes. Mom and Dad
got some wine and retired to the family room to watch some TV. I changed
into a pair of shorts and a tank top and set out on my bike to see "what's
going on."

When I get to the park, there are lots of guys around. I hadn't been here
in the evening before and it was a very different vibe. You can hear music
playing from several different groups. There are guys dancing in the
grass. They are all dressed in clothes, instead of bikini bottoms. Some
guys are shirtless, some are not. Most of the groups are young guys, and
they don't seem to notice me or care if I'm there. So, I ride around to the
other side of the area and I find a couple of groups of older guys. They
are all over thirty, some in their forties, with a little gray hair. These
guys are interested in me riding by. In fact, one man walks over to where
I'm about to ride by and stands in my way.  "Hello, young stud, what's up?"

"Um, not much, I'm just out to enjoy the night air." I answer.

"Would you like to join our party?" he asks.

"That depends," I say, "what kind of party are you into?"

"He laughs, "I think you know, all of us like a little man like you and
we'd love to share you."

I get off my bike and walk with the man back to his group. I look around
the guys and see they are all in their forties and most of them are very
hot. There are eight men standing there. They're all wearing
short-shorts. Several are already shirtless, showing off nice chests, some
hairy, some are smooth. The man who brought me over takes my bike and sets
it down off to the side. He comes over to me and puts his hand on the
bottom of my tank top and starts to pull it off. I do not resist, I raise
my arms to make it easier and I hear some positive noises as they see my
hairless torso revealed. The man then stands behind me and starts to rub my
chest. He presses his crotch into my back and I can feel a very happy
member growing fast. Another man steps over and puts his hand on my crotch
and rubs the front of my shorts. I can't help the hardon that happens, and
he smiles at me, the he leans over and kisses me. The other guys are
enjoying the view, but one of them says, "We can't do this here, guys, we
need to go someplace private. Is that OK with you, little stud?"

"Sure," I say. I have no idea where we're going or what will happen but, Oh
well! One guy picks up my bike and puts it in the back of pickup truck. The
man who invited me walks me to his car, followed by another man. I get in
the front seat, and they press me between them as we drive away. I try to
pay attention to where we're going, but the guys are both rubbing my legs
and crotch and bare chest as we drive. We get into a part of town I have
never been to and I'm not sure I know how to get home from here. I'm
getting a little anxious. We arrive at a very large house and park in the
circle drive. Several other cars are following us, and all the guys get
out. We go into the house and a man picks me up and carries me into a large
room at the back. In the middle of the room there is black leather harness
hanging from the ceiling; I've never seen anything like it. The man gently
lays me in the harness and takes my arms over my head and ties my wrists to
the top straps. I notice that all the men are stripping off their clothes
and there are eight, hot, naked men standing around. I see big cocks and
not-so-big cocks, lots of hair and no hair at all. It is truly a buffet of
cocks. Then, a guy brings out a small table and sets it near the bottom of
the sling where I am hanging. He puts lube and poppers on the table, and he
leans over to take my cock into his mouth. He sucks me for a while and I
get very hard. "Impressive," he says, "How old did you say you are?"

"I didn't say but, how old do you want me to be?"

"Hmm, I like my boys to be teens, at least."

"Then, let's just say I'm 13."

"Nice!" And I hear plenty of noise from the crowd. This guy reaches for the
lube and slathers it on his cock. Then, he loads me up and gets my ass very
slick. He pops the id on a popper and hands it to another guy who moves to
my head. He puts the popper under one nostril and holds the other one
closed while clamping my mouth shut. I have no choice but to breath the
popper. I start to feel euphoric and the man shoves his cock inside me. I
don't feel any pain and I just keep inhaling the popper. The man moves the
popper to my other nostril and forces me to take more. I am way too high at
this point, but I love this cock in my ass. My head is swirling, and my ass
is throbbing. I can feel my cock being sucked by somebody. The popper moves
away, and some guy shoves his cock in my mouth. He is long and thin. He
shoves it down my throat. I contract my throat muscle around his cock head
and squeeze it as hard as I can, then let go, then squeeze. I feel the
popper come back to my nose. I breath it in and suck this cock as hard as I
can suck. I feel it growing inside my mouth; his mushroom head is
throbbing, and suddenly, he explodes down my throat. I swallow every drop
as it spurts one, two, three, four times into me. His cum is salty and
thick. I love it. After I clean him off, he pulls out. The guy fucking me
loses it and cums violently into my boy pussy. He shoves his cock in deep
and I can feel spurts of hot cum hitting the back of my pussy wall. Now,
another guy takes over fucking my anxious boy pussy, slick with cum
now. Somebody else fills my mouth. These guys are both monster cocks and
they have hairy bodies. I feel their hair brushing against my skin and I
struggle to swallow the cock in my mouth. I feel a huge cock up my ass, and
he shoves it in with no mercy. I feel him pick me up by the hips to get the
perfect angle, then my prostate starts to throb and my hard cock
quivers. The guy in my mouth lets me take him at my pace, he also fills my
nose with poppers. My head is swirling and I'm feeling every stroke and
every push with so much sensitivity. Then, a guy puts his mouth on my
throbbing cock. He sucks me so good and then I get a whiff of popper again,
and my cock explodes. This guy brings me to a fantastic orgasm. He takes
the first two spurts and pull off. I feel my cock is still shooting my cum
and it's landing on my chest and stomach. This is the most cum that has
every shot out of my cock. Somebody licks all the cum off my stomach and
chest. It feels so good. Before long, all eight guys have either fucked my
ass or my face, and they all seem satisfied. As they are getting dressed,
each guy tosses some money into a basket on the floor next to my naked
body. One guy unties me and tells me to get dressed. The guys all start to
leave and I'm wondering how I'm going to get out of here. The guy who drove
me here picks up the basket and hands it to me. "This is for you, our
little boy whore." I take the money, it looks to be a few hundred
dollars. But, I feel like crap at being called a whore. "C'mon, bitch,
let's go." He doesn't offer to let me shower or anything. On the drive, he
doesn't speak to me. We get back to the park and he stops. He tells me to
get my bike out of his truck. When I've got it on the ground, he speeds
off. I start to cry. I've never felt so alone and so dirty. I get on my
bike and cry the whole ride home. It's late and I don't want to see my
folks, so I go in the back door and quietly go up the back stairs to my
room. I take a long shower and wash the filth of the evening off. I even
give myself an enema to clean out their spunk. Then I go to bed and cry
myself to sleep.

The next morning, I don't wake up till after Mom and Dad are gone to
work. I take a shower and start thinking about the bad dreams I had last
night. I dreamt about the men who fucked me yesterday, and all the other
times I went to the park and let men fuck my face and my ass, taking my
dignity. Now, I don't blame them, they did not rape me. I offered myself
willingly to any man who wanted me. I am ashamed of what I did, and I feel
very lucky that I didn't get a disease or get hurt badly by one of those
men. The shower rains down on my shame, I start to cry, and it feels as if
the shower is washing away all that past. I think that now I have a loving
Dad who knows who I am and who loves me anyway. Both my parents love me,
even though I'm gay. My Dad even shares himself with me and teaches me how
men can love each other. Sex with Dad is so much better. I vow right then
never to go back to the park. I don't need to anymore; my Dad is all the
man I need.

I turned 16 on my birthday this summer and it's time to get my driving
license. Dad has taught me how to drive, and we had some time to drive out
into the country for some fun in the process. Whenever he takes me for a
driving lesson, we do serious work for at least two hours. Then, he tells
me where to drive to find a quiet, private spot. Then, we climb in the back
of his SUV and get naked. WE kiss and grope each other. Then, I suck my
Dad's big cock and rollover for him to fuck me. He fills my boy pussy with
his hot Daddy cum. Then he sucks me till I cum in his mouth. This has been
way better than Driver's Ed at school would be. So, Dad takes me to the DMV
and I pass the test. I get to drive the SUV home by way of our favorite
spot. We need to celebrate. Addy takes me in the back and he gently
undresses me. I undress him, and we press our bodies together. Addy is very
hairy, and his muscles are hard. He whispers, "I love you, Timmy." I purr
and says, "I love you too." I work my way down to his raging hardon and
take it into my eager mouth. I slurp it down my throat and play with his
hairy balls. He moans with pleasure. He pushes my head gently to get into a
fuck rhythm. I know he plans to feed me his delicious cum today. It's been
a while since I got to taste his load. I give him the best blow job I can
and take his cock into my throat. I tighten my throat muscle around his
cock head and squeeze. Dad pushes into me harder, he's about to give it to
me. It's not long before I feel his balls tighten and he shoots his load
down my throat. I swallow every drop of his tasty, salty cream. Daddy moans
as I suck him dry and then lick his shaft clean. Dad then rolls me onto my
back and licks my chest and stomach, making his way down to my teenage
cock. He sucks me into his warm mouth and takes me quickly down his
throat. He pumps up and down, driving me crazy. He grabs my balls and
squeezes them just a little. I moan and squirm. Daddy know just what I
like. I can't hold back, so I shoot my cum into my Dad's moth. Spurt,
spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt – filling him up. He swallows all of me and
cleans me up. We get dressed and head for home.

When we get to our house, there is a new car in the driveway with a bow on
it. "Happy birthday and happy driving!" Dad shouts. I can't believe
it. It's a brand-new sports car. Not too fancy, but really cool. I get to
drive this all the time now. "Thanks, Daddy!" Then I run into the house and
hug my Mom and thank her too. It has been a great day!

School starts soon, and I can't wait to show my friends my new car. I'm
anxious to try out for the track team. I really want to try to fit in
better this year. I stopped shaving my body this summer because my Dad said
he'd like it better if I let myself grow naturally and watch my body become
manly. So far, I've got a nice bush around my cock and a happy trail from
my belly button down. My armpit hair finally grew back, and my mustache is
starting to darken. I've noticed some light brown peach fuzz around my
nipples too. I like looking at myself in the mirror and I think there might
be hope that I'll look like mt Dad when I grow up. I'll never be as tall,
but I hope to have a hairy muscled chest and a big cock. I'm starting the
tenth grade in a few days, and I can honestly say that I feel good about
it. The way this summer started really sucked. But, thanks to my Dad and
all his love and support, I think I'm ready to face the world again.

[END PART EIGHT]