Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2016 14:55:47 -0300 From: James Fitzhugh Subject: Venturer Scout 11 The Venturer Scout -11 by: James FitzHugh Many thanks to Len in South Africa for his editing 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... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 11 So! That's it? Charlie just feeds you a load of cream for the coffee you slurped off his treasure trail?" Asked Aaron with a big smile on his face. "Yeah," piped in Dickie. "There's got to be more. Way more." "Well, that was the first time, you guys. Of course, there was more. We had a whole ten days more." Said Rod staring back at each one of his audience members. "But, maybe I will continue the story another time. We have to hear from Dickie yet." "Not to worry, guys" said Aaron looking directly into Rob's eyes. "I'm a master at pillow talk. I'll drag the whole bloody story out of him one load of cum at a time." "You wish, scout boy," said Rob smiling back at the high school kid with the beautiful big dick that had so far conquered his mouth and throat. "How many days were there, again, Rob? Oh right! Didn't you say you spent 10 days in the cabin by the lake? So, college boy, maybe we should set a schedule like, let's say, one more story covering each of the ten days as I feed you ten of my plentiful loads. Huh? Huh?" suggested Aaron reaching under the table and pulling Rob's hand over to rest on his swelling crotch. "Okay! Okay! But, before we get into another seduction story from Dickie, how about you, Aaron, telling us about your first experience," suggested Michael. "I can do that guys, but you're going to be awfully disappointed," replied Aaron. "It's just a simple case of taking advantage of an opportunity and a kid who, up until that moment, had no idea he was a cocksucker-in-waiting." "Okay! So let me get this straight," asked Michael looking over at Aaron. "You've never sucked cock nor had a cock up your ass?" "No! Definitely not," replied Aaron. "But! That's not to say I haven't had the hots for someone pretty special," he said referring to Nicholas, "but, and it is just that - a but, He hasn't asked me and I haven't volunteered." "Fuck!" moaned Dickie. "The guy must be fuckin blind." "I don't think so. I think, and it's only an assumption on my part, that I'm not his type. Why I say that is because I've seen him take down other jocks, use them and I do mean use them," he emphasized the word 'use' "Once he's finished with them, he throws them away or passes them along to someone looking for a new boy." "And this Mr. Someone Special hasn't drawn a bead on you yet, Aaron?" asked Michael. "Nope! So far, he hasn't made a pass at me and we've been involved in foursomes and threesomes." Aaron blurted out really saying more than he wanted to but, at the same time, wanting to get the message into the air to Michael that if he was interested in a threesome with him and Rob, he'd be willing. He really didn't care about Dickie because they were in the same swim club which meant that anytime they travelled, he could always have Dickie for a roommate unless, of course, he had other prey in his sights. "Maybe I can move to that little village you live in Aaron and saddle up to the big fella." piped up Dickie in the midst of a giggle. "You're shit out of luck, Dickie," laughed Aaron. "His regular boy has gone away for a bit so, when he asked, I loaned him mine. We village folk take care of our own, you know," said Aaron breaking into laughter. "You really did that?" asked Michael. "You really just loaned him your own boy until his comes back?" "Sure! Why not? We're best mates. His father is a local scoutmaster. He is in the same Venturer Company that I am. He's a guy who loves and needs regular emptying of his cum tank and he was hurtin because he didn't have his boy around to service him. So, when he asked, I loaned him mine." Aaron was not about to tell them of the threat Nicholas had made at the time the deal was struck. "And what do you do now that you don't have your own boy?" asked Dickie. "Well, I have my outlets, including Rod, here and you, of course." Aaron replied again tapping Rod's hand which had remained resting on his continuing to swell crotch. Rod's only response was to drop his eyes to the table and turn a nice shade of not quite pink but not quite noticeable red either. Whatever colour it was, it looked good on him. "And, if the truth be known, I'm always on the prowl to teach someone a new trade." Piped up Aaron with a little mischievous giggle. "So, Dickie. It's your turn," said Michael looking at the young swimmer. "Well! Let's see," said the young swimmer giving a look of thought and tapping his right cheek with an upraised finger. "Ah, yes. The first time. It was with another swimmer, a diver actually and that first time I actually got two for the price of one." "So did you do it in the pool, in the locker room, in the shower or on the diving board?" Asked Michael with a grin spreading from ear to ear. "Nope!" replied Dickie, "although it did start in the locker room after practice." "Okay, that part we get," said Aaron. "You're both in the locker room and?" "Who's telling this story?" asked Dickie getting just a little annoyed at being pushed. "It's my story and I'll tell it the way I want. Is that clear?" All three members of his now captive audience nodded their heads in unison. "So! Like I said. Pierre Leduc and I....." "You mean the Olympic Diver Pierre Leduc?" asked Aaron looking over at his friend in amazement. "Fuck man, that's someone I wouldn't mind getting up close and personal with?" "What's so special about him?" asked Rob looking a bit mystified. "Do you remember Greg Louganis, the 2 time Olympic Gold Diver who won his first gold medals back to back in the 1984 Olympics?" Asked Aaron now getting all excited. "Well! Of course I've heard the name of Greg Louganis but I'm not into diving or swimming like you guys are so I've no idea what he did or what medals he won," replied Rob looking like a little boy lost. "Fuck man!" chimed in Dickie. He is the all-time champ. The man started competing in diving at age 10. By age 16, he had won his first Olympic silver medal on the platform in the 1976 Olympics. At age 24, he became the first man in over 50 years to win two Olympic gold medals in diving by winning both the platform and springboard events. Four years later, when he was competing against divers half his age, he became the first man to win double gold medals for diving in two consecutive Olympics. He is the champion we all want to be." "Not to mention that he had a body to die for either," added Aaron. "Okay! I get it. Olympic diver, lots of medals and titles, great body; what's this got to do with what's his name. I think you said his name was Leduc," Interjected Michael. "Well! Other than Pierre was Canada's hope for Olympic Gold, he was a little taller than Louganis and he too had a body to die for." Replied Dickie. "So! How come we don't hear of him now?" asked Rob. "He was only 17, almost 18, when he was outed in the scandal sheets by a jealous boyfriend. His father went all crazy in the media. He tried to come off as being `holier than thou'. He publicly disowned his own son and called him a tramp. Pierre couldn't take the pressure, suffered a nervous breakdown and simply disappeared from public life. So the story goes," added Dickie, "a very wealthy patron spirited him away to somewhere in the Caribbean and no-one's seen or heard from him since." "Fuck!" snapped Michael. "When will people get it? People aren't made gay, they're born gay just as straights are born straight and bisexuals and transvestites are born the way they are, too." "Anyway, Dickie," suggested Rod looking at the young swimmer, "tell us about you and Pierre." "Okay, I was 14 at the time and Pierre, I think, was on the backside of 16. We'd been practicing for several hours. Pierre had left the pool ahead of me. I remained behind to talk with one of my coaches. By the time I got to the locker room Pierre was coming out of the shower. He was drying his hair with his towel so all his juicy pieces were there for me to ogle." "So you jumped his bones, or what?" asked Michael. "Will you fuck off and let me tell the story," snapped Dickie getting somewhat annoyed. "Just tell us what happened in your own words," replied Aaron reaching over and tapping Dickie's hand. "Well, he and I got into a conversation about the advice the coach had given me. Pierre said he didn't agree. With no plan whatsoever, I sat down on the bench right in front of him as he told me what he thought I should do and how I should do it. All the time he's, of course, drying off in front of me and with him standing and me sitting, his dick was never far from my face and I was fascinated by it." "And why were you so fascinated by his dick?" asked Rob. "Because it was the biggest soft dick I'd ever seen and I just couldn't figure out how he got all that equipment into a speedo," came the honest reply. "As he was drying his lower back and butt he slowly moved the towel around behind my head and gently drew me to the target." "You mean he was going for a blow job right there in a public locker room?" Asked Rob getting somewhat excited. "Nope! All he did was apply a little forward pressure to bring my lips in close enough to touch his big bulbous crown," replied Dickie. "That's it? That's all there was to your first time?" remarked Rob getting somewhat frustrated at the lack of a story. "Of course, not, silly. He didn't really keep me that close to his trophy all that long and what surprised me even more was that while his big piece of equipment started to chub, it never actually got rock solid hard." What happened then?" asked Michael. "He held my head close to his dick and asked me to look up at him which I quickly did. He looked down into my eyes and asked me if I wanted to go to a movie?" said Dickie. "Fuck, if Pierre had asked me to run with him across the plains of the Serengeti National Park in Africa with all those lions, tigers and other meat eaters chasing me for a piece of my butt, I'd have put my track shoes on." Said the young swimmer with a grin spreading from ear to ear. "So! Which did you get to first, the Serengeti or the theatre?" asked Aaron joining in the light laughter coming from the other listeners. "Thankfully," laughed Dickie, "It was the theatre. Do you know how fast those bloody tigers and particularly those cheetahs can run and me with not much meat on my ass?" It took a few minutes for the laughter to calm down. "Okay! So you went off to a theatre." Replied Michael taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah! There was this little theatre not all that far down the way from the Bay store. I'd seen it before but I'd never looked too closely at its billboards. I didn't know that it was a gay theatre," said Dickie reaching for his glass. One of Pierre's cousins ran the place and Pierre had a permanent pass. "I know the one you mean," said Michael. "I went there with a mate of mine once. During the first show, I went downstairs to the washroom and ended up getting a fantastic blowjob from some young dude. Then during the second film, I went down again and got a second from the same guy. I was tempted to kidnap the little bastard and take him back to the apartment to feed him on a permanent basis." Again, chuckles broke out around the table. "But now you have Rod, here," said Aaron gently rubbing Rod's leg under the table. "As you'll find found out, I've trained him well." "Okay, Dickie, back to the story," said Michael looking over at Aaron and smiling. "Yeah, right. After we got dressed I followed Pierre down through all the sidewalk traffic. Our swimming facility wasn't really all that far from the center of the City so it was really a pleasant walk on a nice day. And, it was a nice day with a slight warm breeze, the sounds of chatter coming from the sidewalk cafes and Pierre wanted to walk. So, like the very obedient puppy dog, I walked and because of his long strides, I always ended up at least two, if not three, steps behind him. But periodically, he'd stop, let me catch up and then step off again." So we get to the theatre, Pierre shows whoever's working the booth his pass and before I know it his big hand is resting on my shoulder guiding me through the double doors on the right. Actually, since you've been there Mike, you know that there's a double set of doors on either side of the ticket booth that opens onto the aisles leading down to the screen area. I have to tell you guys, that if you've never seen it, you have to let your minds wander back to the days of the grand, tiered theatres with private boxes around each side wall and a rather large seating gallery for the peasants that took up the whole back wall. If someone had the time and the money to restore the old girl to its former glory, I'd say it would be a grand theatre. Pierre later told me that the upper area was locked and, except for regular fire checks by the fire department, no-one's been up there in years. Anyway the upper area isn't part of the story except for the fact that on the right hand side, there is an open area with five rows of six seats across stretching back under the overhanging balcony. On the left hand side, a wall had been built flush with the overhanging balcony and is used as the storage room for the cleaning equipment, old billboards and a lot of other old stuff. An old movie buff would probably have a field day in there. Michael, being Michael, jumped back in to move Dickie along. "Okay, old theatre, movie buff's dream, storage room on the left, open seating area on the right. We get the picture, so move on." So anyway, instead of walking down the aisle to find seats somewhere in the middle area, Pierre steers me off to the right and rather than moving down the aisle that follows the wall, Pierre moves back into the seats under the balcony. Once, he picks out where he wants us to sit and I'm seated, he whispers in my ear that he's going out to get some munchies and pop for us and that I shouldn't go anywhere. "Where was I gonna go?" asked Dickie lifting up his glass to take a sip of his beer. "So, there I was sitting in the back of the theatre, in what I now refer to as the bloody black hole of Calcutta, and as my eyes adjusted to the very dim lighting, I began looking around. I don't know how many people that old theatre could hold when full but it would have to be several hundred anyway and that wouldn't have been counting the box seating nor the large balcony above us. I could see heads in the distance and if I had bothered to count there might have been maybe a hundred people at best, most of whom were spread out with a lot being singles but a few pairs thrown in for good measure. Pierre told me that most of the people who attended the matinees were old guys while the young studs usually frequented the place at night for, what he called, money and a blowjob on the fly. Pierre soon came back with one large bucket of popcorn and one ginormous jug of dark pop with two large straws. We sat there for a few minutes in the dimly lit theatre waiting for the 1st of two films to begin. Then the lights dimmed even further and some space adventure movie began. It was a gay remake on the 2001 movie, Space Odyssey. HAL the computer, keeps track of the crew who were all gay astronauts. So, there were four or five different scenes where the different spacemen coupled, sucked and fucked their way through the stars while HAL made sure to bump off every one of the crew except the man HAL was in love with. Problem, same as in the original movie, HAL has gone off the rails and the guy he loves has to terminate him. Good film, lots of sex, some really gorgeous bodies sporting some decent sized equipment." Michael was only too ready to move things along again. "Okay, we get it. Murdering computer, lots of sex, astros being popped off. We get that part so now how about you and the Pierre part?" "Geez, you guys are always in a rush," retorted Dickie taking another sip of beer to wet his whistle. "We're interested in the juicy parts between the humans, not those in the movie either." Michael shot back. "Okay! Okay! I get it. So there we were quietly watching the first scene when Pierre took my hand and moved it to his crotch." "Feel anything you'd like to try?" he asked slowly moving my hand up and over his very quickly expanding cock. "Of course, I didn't waste any more time. Slowly, I undid the button holding his pants together then reached for the zipper. He bent over to kiss me as I slowly lowered his zipper. Then, lifting his ass, I was able to push his clothing down to his ankles. What appeared in front of me was a beautiful, solid 8 and some inches of cock meat. It had a rather small head but it spread out in size all the way to the base which had a very small sculptured bush above it. His cock is what I would now and forever refer to as a real cunt or throat stretcher because once he got it into a person whether it be a female or a male, his was a weapon that stretched the cunt to accommodate his size or it slowly snaked its way into a throat and wedged itself there so that when he shot his load, it went straight down into the belly. I lifted his shirt and slowly kissed my way down to his little bush, kissed my way around the bush and the cock base to lick his balls and then slowly gave his cock a real tongue bath as I worked my way to the beautiful small circumcised crown. The problem was rapidly becoming that bloody arm rest between us and I was taking his cock side on which, because of the expanding width, I found very difficult. Pierre reached into his bag that he had deposited on the other side of him, drew out a used towel and recommended that I put it on the floor between his legs. Once I had it folded and placed it at the toes of his shoes, he slowly helped ease me down to my knees between his wide open knees. "There ya go, Dickie," he said. "Now take your time and savour everything you have wanted to do and never done." As I was giving his breeding tube a real tongue bath I suddenly became aware that I was on my knees in a theatre with maybe a hundred or so people scattered around the main floor. Something like panic gripped me and I made the move to get up but Pierre slowly began massaging my shoulders. I relaxed. And, as he felt me relax he leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. "Not to worry, Dickie," he said. "Everybody's ahead of us and no-one is gonna bother looking back. From my having actually sat in the middle of this theatre, I know for a fact that anyone looking back can't see anything. It's too dark." Once he'd said that I know I relaxed and he settled back in his chair. He became interested in the actions of the HAL character while I concentrated on giving him the best blowjob I could even though I had no experience. But, like mine, Pierre's beautiful cock was circumcised and I wrapped my lips around the knob and began to suck just as if I was working on a nice juicy lolli. He must have got into it because every now and then I would hear a soft moan. I really don't know how long I was on my knees but I do know that he was slowly inching that spear headed knob into the opening of my throat and the moment the hole of my throat was plugged by that knob, he reached out and wrapped his hands around my head. "Oh shit...I'm gonna CUM...!" he announced. I snapping out of my daydream as Pierre held my head in place. I couldn't take it into my throat but mI had at least 7 inches and he was almost able to press my nose into his my pubes. I actual;ly began to struggle trying to pull back but he held firm. "Arrrhhh..." he grunted as his dick swelled and then started to pulsate...! "...ARRHHHHHH FUCK...FUCK...ARRHHHHHH...!!" he grunted in a voice that I am sure carried as the first blast of his cum gushed out of him in a huge burst! Pierre continued to groan as he fired the first 2 shots straight into my throat! Then he pulled back until only the head was in my mouth resting on my tongue. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly began stroking the rest of his load into my oral cavity! I was in the process of swallowing when this other guy sat down next to Pierre. He was a rather big guy with wide shoulders and an infectious smile. "Whatcha doin, Pierre?" asked the newcomer. "Just finished doin what you're here for, Ivan," replied Pierre bumping fists with the guy. "He any good?" asked Ivan looking down at me as Pierre slowly pulled his now deflating dick from my mouth. "Well! That would depend," replied Pierre looking over at his friend. He can now comfortably take seven of mine but he might not be ready to swallow all of yours. But, hey! Listen up Dickie," said Pierre slowly tucking his equipment back into his pants. I have to get moving so why don't you stay and take care of Ivan." Without giving me time to respond Pierre stood up and slowly moved along the aisle to exit the theater. Meanwhile, Ivan unfastened his jeans, pulled out his behemoth and slowly slipped the big round head between my lips. "And that was my first two for one day," smilled Dickie looking around at his mates. The boys wrapped things up, settled the bill and slowly made their way to the club. 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.