Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 22:34:08 +0800
From: JB
Subject: After the Scoutmaster - Part 1

This story features consensual sex between an adult and a teenager. Please
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After the Scoutmaster (Part 1)

At the time of this story I was around 13 years of age and in the second
form at high school in the North of England and it must have been around
1959? a lifetime ago.

I was a naturally happy young boy, blessed with a cheeky sense of humour,
natural good looks and a slim body with a cute bubble butt but alas I only
possessed a small package.  In the first form I had been groomed and
seduced by my Scoutmaster who had introduced me to sex and cross dressing.
Ray (the Scoutmaster) had trained me well and I had become a competent
bottom boy and enjoyed being bred by him and being dressed as a pretty
young girl. Ray had been a very considerate lover for a young boy and fond
memories lingered of our time together but he had betrayed my trust and our
relationship was finished forever . As my voice had deepened and I started
to sprout a few more hairs then Ray turned his attention to a younger boy
and tried to hand me over to his friend Donk.  Donk was extremely well hung
and had brutally bred me against my will, in that process he damaged me
physically and psychologically and I was still recovering at the time of
this story.

My school friend Rod was two or three years older than me and had been very
sympathetic but he did not understand the reason for my anger with both Ray
and Donk. Rod was a supportive friend despite the difference in our ages.

Rod had been a member of the same Scout troop and we used to go to Judo
together but after Ray and I went our separate ways I had stopped attending
both the Scouts and Judo. Rod was a good looking boy, well-built and very
grown up and attractive - especially in the showers!  He was a member of
the school rugby team and he was also a school prefect. In fact he was also
a thoroughly decent boy and very mature for his age and I looked up to him
with some admiration. I suppose that I started to pay more attention to him
and often used to go to watch him playing rugby for the school. I think he
liked me too in a remote, non-sexual sort of way and probably saw me as a
young kid with a hero worship, which was probably a fair assessment at the
time. His parents owned a bakers shop and from time to time he would bring
me a cake or something nice from the bakery. This was always greatly
appreciated by me as my parents were poor and they really did not have much
money over for that sort of luxury.

In the period after my split from Ray I had focused on activities with
other kids my age and I used to enjoy swimming at the public baths and
fishing at ponds and rivers in the surrounding district. A group of us
young boys used to bicycle around the area, sometimes for quite long
distances and we would leave at sunrise and return at sunset..happy summer
days!

One day after school Rod asked me if I wanted to come over to his house for
a while and I jumped at the chance to spend more one-on -one time with
him. We got on really well together on a variety of levels and being
invited to his home was a logical progression to our friendship. Although I
was very attracted to him physically I had assumed that he was not
interested in me sexually and I have to admit I was not sure that I was
quite ready for another real relationship. I was probably more experienced
sexually than he was, although I was keeping that information secret.

I had been really hurt by Donk and his monster dick he had made me very
nervous about sex with adults, but as time went by I forgot the pain and
remembered only the previous pleasure that Rays smooth breeding had given
me. My masturbation sessions started to focus increasingly on my memories
of Ray breeding me and they were increasingly pleasurable memories. I was
not sure how my relationship with Rod would develop but I was certainly
becoming ready for another sexual encounter but the dynamics with Rod were
entirely different so that it was, to some extent, uncharted territory for
me.

On the day of my invite and despite being unsure of the outcome I made sure
that I was clean and prepared just in case my relationship with Rod went
the way that I hoped it might. On the day that he invited me over I wore my
best clean, tight little white underpants. Be prepared was always the
Scout?s motto!

Rod?s parents were always out at their bakery until quite late so we had
the house very much to ourselves, Rod had a sister that was a year older
than Rod but she was rarely around. As Rod and I had been at Judo together
we were always wrestling and fooling around and practicing our
moves. Despite my size I was always quite good at the ground work as I was
very fast and agile whereas Rod had the strength and experience. So it was
really no different when I went to his house and we fooled around and
wrestled with each other. However this time when we wrestled he put me into
an arm lock and I could not move, he took advantage of my position to slip
his hand between my legs to cup my little package and laughed saying that
he could do anything he wanted to me and I could not resist. Of course
there was an assumption there that I wanted to resist, which of course I
did not. I squealed and protested but my dickette did not lie and started
to swell under his hand, but he did not take his hand away and suddenly we
were at an unforeseen crossroads.

I guess that I relaxed and moaned and he pretty soon got the message that I
was enjoying it and he continued to play with my now rampant dickette and
he relaxed his armlock and I turned around to face him, he was not sure
what to expect but before indecision overtook him I reached out for his
dick and returned the favour, we were now no longer wrestling! At last this
was what I wanted and I massaged his manly package until it was soon
straining at his trousers and I used both hands to unfasten his trousers to
gain better access. It was even better than it had seemed in the showers,
large and meaty, circumcised and just calling out for my mouth. Suddenly I
seemed to have taken control of the situation and I pushed him back onto
the bed and took to massaging his glorious dick, he had given up the fight
it appeared. He seemed shocked but delighted when I swallowed his dick in
my mouth and started to pump him, I pulled his trousers off and kept
massaging him while I unbuttoned his shirt and undressed him completely. He
had a beautiful mans body, hairy but not excessively so and nicely defined
muscles and most important his manhood was firmly in my grip. I was still
dressed but struggled to get undressed without letting go of his dick, he
suddenly decided to participate and helped me to undress and release my
stiff little dickette from its enclosure, we were now naked together but
with me on top. I could not resist the temptation to swallow his dick and
my bottom training kicked in and I was soon swallowing it to the hilt and
he was moaning and groaning, the power which I felt was indescribable,
surely this was what I was born to do for I certainly seemed to have a
natural talent for sucking cock. I was not sure of what to expect but I
turned around to allow him access to my dickette as I was still on top of
him. He seemed unsure what to do but rubbing my dickette into his face I
guess he took the hint and opened his mouth to receive my glorious little
erection while I took his superior length in long strokes into my mouth. My
real pleasure was in pleasing him but having my hard little dickette
receive his oral attention certainly did not do any harm. He was soon
making the sounds of love and clearly enjoying my attention to him and with
a couple of strokes he was shooting streams of cum into my mouth, some of
which I swallowed, some of which ran down the length of his shaft onto he
bed. I was still hard and needed to have release but after he spouted he
seemed to loose some enthusiasm for my dickette which did not seem very
fair to me.  I asked him to make me come and he certainly tried but he was
clearly not very experienced and his teeth tended to grate on me and I
asked him to finish me by hand, which he did. Actually he seemed very
embarrassed by the experience whereas I was in my element and I told him
what a beautiful dick he had and how much I had enjoyed pleasuring him and
I popped his dick back into my mouth just for the comfort and to clean off
the remnants of his come.

When I surfaced I lay next to him in the bed and had my head on his
shoulder and cuddled into him and he held me in his arms but the dynamics
felt a little strange. Ray my teacher had been dominant, insistent and had
made me feel entirely submissive to his will whereas with Rod I had largely
been in control and it felt strange. I immediately understood that it was
unlikely that Rod would ever progress to being my top and that my desire
for deep breeding would probably have to come from elsewhere. A pleasant
sexual interlude yes, but real satisfaction? No!

During the weeks that followed Rod and I had several repeat encounters and
although I presented enough opportunities Rod never really explored my bum
nor showed any inclination to do so. I continued to be his friend and part
time lover but without any great intensity. Having been bred by an
experienced adult I found that I was now looking at men through different
eyes. Perhaps sub consciously I was on the search for a replacement for my
old Master Ray.

One day a class mate and myself were at the fishing tackle shop in town,
looking at the fishing gear (that we could never afford) when a new red MG
sports car stopped outside the shop and a guy got out and came into the
shop. He was a tall blond guy, probably in his late twenties with a ruddy,
country complexion and dressed very much as a country gent, a very
distinguished sort of person.

We were wasting time at the counter looking at lures and probably being a
pain to the shop owner and so he immediately shifted his attentions to
helping this country gent. He was interested in buying fly fishing
equipment and talking about the best trout flies to use at that time of the
year and I struck up a conversation with him as I had never tried fly
fishing. The shop keeper was a bit short with me as I was unlikely to buy
anything from him but the stranger was politeness personified and I felt my
heart skip a beat as he spoke to me with a smile. Was I imagining it or was
he just a little bit interested in me? He introduced himself as Clive and
asked where we went fishing and I told him that we went to different places
but that weekend we were cycling up to a tarn (small hillside lake) in the
hills and we would be fishing there on Saturday. He knew the place and said
that he often rode out that way and that if he had time then he would stop
by and see us at the tarn and with that we went our different ways. I could
hardly wait for the weekend and my masturbation session that evening
imagined him breeding me rather than Master Ray.

That weekend it was a cloudy and cold day and we had reached the tarn
around 10 in the morning and paused for lunch around 12.  My alert ears
heard a horse in the distance and shortly a rider appeared on the horizon
cantering across the fells on a well groomed bay horse, of course I guessed
who it was and my heart missed a beat as he approached. It was Clive and he
looked magnificent on horseback, wearing tight jodhpurs, riding boots, crop
and a sleeveless vest over a checked shirt he looked every inch the country
gent. He rode up to us and dismounted, my alert eyes took in every inch of
his man bulge in the tight jodhpurs and I probably looked too long as when
I looked up he was smiling knowingly at me. He asked if he we would mind if
he had his lunch there and of course I was never going to refuse and I
really did not care what my class mate thought. We chatted for what seemed
ages and my class mate went back to fishing while Clive and I continued to
chat. We spoke about fishing, he wanted to know where I lived, how old was
I and was I interested in learning to fly fish. It turned out that he was
the son of Algernon Harrington-Smythe one of the local landed gentry, a
well to do family that had a largish country estate about 30 minutes? drive
from our town. I had passed their estate before and it featured a large,
solid country house, set in several hundred acres alongside a large lake
and a trout stream. I thought it sounded idyllic but he said it was just
cold and damp. Their family had an apartment in my town as his sister
attended high school there; they also had a working farm some miles away
upstream from the main house and that was managed for them. Rumour had it
that the original Harrington-Smythe had made his fortune in the first World
War and that they had prospered even more since then. They were a very well
known family in our area at the time and Clive was their only son and he
was trained as an architect and usually lived in Manchester during the week
and returned to the family estate at the weekends.

We got along really well and time seemed to fly by. Eventually he mounted
his horse and he asked if I wanted to visit their estate the next Saturday
and he would then teach me how to fly fish. Apparently they had a nice
stretch of river where they had exclusive fishing rights. This was a great
offer and I accepted willingly and was excited on several fronts. He said
that because his car was only a two seater he could only take me and we
agreed that he would pick me up at an agreed bus stop. Before he rode off
Clive gave me a big wink and said that he looked forward to seeing what he
could teach me, again I am sure that I blushed because I was becoming a
little more confident that he was becoming more interested in me for other
reasons. I never mentioned the offer to my class mate.

As he rode off I thought how great he looked mounted on his horse and he
was riding with the practiced ease of someone who was in full control of
his mount.

The next week seemed to drag on forever and I was excited when Clive picked
me up at dawn on the following Saturday morning. It was a warm, misty
summer day with the promise of warm weather during the day. He drove with
the top down on the MG and I was excited to be riding in such a nice
car. We lived in a street house with a small concrete back yard and outside
toilet and we could not afford any car at all at that time. I felt quite
special but all too soon we arrived at his place and he drove straight to
the boat house to collect all the fishing gear. The boat house was a sturdy
slate building with room for two boats and with a mezzanine storage area
above the boats for ropes, fuel and odds and sods.

He loaded the smaller of the two boats with our fishing gear and a lunch
hamper. The boat which he selected was just really a rowing boat with a
small outboard motor, the other one was a much larger family cabin cruiser
for use on the lake. As we set off up the river it was really beautiful as
the sun came up and the trout started to rise. Before too long we reached
his favourite spot which was a large cleared area with grassy bank where he
said I could learn to cast. We beached the boat and were soon set up ready
to start serious fishing, but of course I had not used this technique
before and he needed to show me how to cast the fly. So standing behind me
he held my left arm and showed me the fly fishing technique of
progressively paying out the line to place the fly in just the right
spot. As he was holding me I felt the warmth of his body next to fine and I
intuitively moved my hips back towards him so that I could feel his
maleness nestled against me, I never said anything but I was sure that we
were both aware of the moment and surely he must have known that I was not
unwilling. For the moment we were concerned with the fishing and within ten
minutes I had caught my first trout using a fly and I was really excited
and giggling with laughter. Clive was smiling with his big blue eyes and
sharing my joy, for him it was nothing but for me this was better fishing
than I had ever experienced before and I loved it. That morning we caught
more and I looked forward to being able to take my parents some decent fish
for a change.

As the sun continued to rise it started to become quite warm and we made a
break for lunch and spread out a blanket on the grassy bank, I was
wondering if he was going to make a move on me but he made no attempt and I
had the impression that although he wanted to he was too reserved. I was
gigging and trying to see if I could provoke him or tempt him to make a
move but still no action and I was wondering if I had misread the
signals. Eventually I said that perhaps I could go for a swim as the river
was quiet and with nice pools in places, he thought this was fine and I
asked if he was coming as well but he said no as the water was too cold as
it flowed directly from the mountains but that I was welcome to do so. I
thought that maybe if I stripped off that would get him to make a move and
I stripped down to my clean white underpants and daintily picked my way
over the pebbles to the water. Of course I was making sure that he had a
good view of my slim waist and bubble butt in the process. When I plunged
into the water I could not believe how cold it was! After a few minutes I I
was shivering with cold and swam back to the shallows and walked back to
face him. My underpants were totally transparent and I giggled and I held
my hands over my shriveled little dickette. He was laughing loudly saying
that he had told me it was cold and that next time I should listen to him!
Anyway he took pity on me and told me it was cold and to come and get
dried.  I scampered to get the towels and bent over to take off my wet,
cold underpants and to pick up the towels. I made sure that he got a good
view of my bum while I bent over. As I turned around I saw that my little
show had grabbed his attention and I ran up to him and gave him a towel and
asked him to towel my hair dry and I turned away from him and backed up
ever so slightly so that my cold wet bum was touching his now, noticeably
hardening, man dick. Of course I pretended to ignore it while he toweled me
dry and I dried my front and discretely tried to get some blood flowing
through my shriveled little dickette. He then rubbed my back dry and bottom
and the backs of my legs, his head was now at my waist height and I
abruptly turned around so that my dickette was only inches from his face
and it was, by this time, half hard.

I tried hard to ignore his reaction and I continued to giggle and complain
about being cold, as he stood up I threw my arms around his back pressed
myself to him and said to warm me up. He threw a towel over me and wrapped
his arms around me and told me not to be such a baby but I knew that my
charms were working as I could feel the sizable bulge through his corduroy
trousers.

My head was on his shoulder and when I looked up to him I could see the
lust in his eyes and I knew that I nearly had him. As he looked down at me
I leaned up and kissed him briefly on his lips and said thank you for the
day. But my lips stayed close to his and before I knew it he was returning
my kiss, unlike Ray he had a sweet clean breath and his neck had a hint of
cologne or something such. I felt my legs starting to become weak and I
moved my hand down to his bulge and traced the size of his dick through his
trousers and rubbed along the length of it. He was now starting to come to
life when he realized, at last, that what he wanted was also what I wanted
and his arms tightened around me. He pressed his manhood against my stomach
and kissed me with increasing passion. This was taking my breath away and
this was exactly what I had been missing and I needed him to take all of me
entirely. Before he could change his mind I dropped to my knees in front of
him and unzipped his trousers and let his beast see daylight, like a
monster from a cage it came into the daylight with the tip eeking out
fluid. Before he could think twice about it I had my lips around it and
managed to get several long swoops deep in my throat before Clive said to
stop, not here, not now?damn! I was naked rock hard and was desperate to be
serviced. By the look of his man pole he wanted the same thing but he was
simply too well bred to engage in sex in daylight with an underage boy?what
a wimp!

Now I was nervous that I had frightened him off completely, but I had no
need to be concerned as he said that we could go back to the boat house
where it was more private, but he wanted to know if I been with a man
before? I said that I had played around with other boys my age but ?No? I
had not been with a grow-up before but that I really liked him and I wanted
to play around with him and have him be my teacher. Not entirely true of
course but needs must?..

He helped me to get dressed, leaving off the wet underpants, and he ran his
hands across my body and gently squeezed my still interested dickette. He
was rock hard under those damned green corduroy trousers, I could not wait
to get them off. So after I was dressed we headed back down the river and
took the boat into the boatshed.

The boat shed was about half a mile from the main house and when we had
secured the boat he said we could ?explore? the other boat which was a
decent size cruiser with sleeping for four. As soon as I went down the
stairs to the sleeping area he grabbed hold of me and pushed me onto the
bed and stripped off my clothes, I tried to peel his clothes off as well
and we ended up kissing while we removed all our clothing. Now I could
admire him in all his manly glory, what a glorious specimen he was and I
seemed so tiny in comparison to him. He had blonde hair on his chest and
down his abdomen and he was nicely muscled with white skin.  I wrapped my
arms around his neck and we kissed for ages but his dick was throbbing now
for attention, as was mine actually, but my first role was to serve. I
managed to turn him around on the bed so that I was on top and facing his
dick while he faced mine, we both attacked with vigour and I was soon
managing to take him up to the root in my mouth and of course he had no
difficulty whatsoever in taking my more modest dickette. I was trying to
encourage him to start toying with my bum as I was desperate to be bred by
this beautiful dick and when, after what seemed ages, he moved around to
licking my bum I groaned with pleasure. Taking the hint he started to enter
me with his fingers and open me up. I thanked myself for cleaning myself
thoroughly before I left home that morning.

So we were now on the home run towards the longed for breeding but I needed
lubricant desperately and I was hoping that he had something that would
help and sure enough in the boat?s medical kit there was some unopened
Vaseline which he thought would be OK. Smothering my bum and coating his
dick he was ready to start but I was getting genuinely nervous after my
last forced breeding by Donk. I was tense and I asked Clive to please be
very gentle and patient as I did not want him to hurt me too much but that
I really did want him inside of me. He laid me on my back with my knees on
the edge of the bed and he lifted my legs to gain access to my bum. As the
gentleman he was he took it really slowly, kissing me and making me feel
cherished and with the kissing I felt my tenseness dissipate and when the
head slipped past my sphincter I groaned and he paused while I became
accustomed to the feeling. Once he was inside the old feelings came back to
me and as he worked his way fully inside I again groaned, but this time
this was a groan of contentment, this feeling of completeness is what I had
been missing and dreaming about. Although I was still getting accustomed to
him inside of me and it was not without a little pain, he was gentle and
bred me beautifully his long thick dick smoothly stroking into me, the
discomfort soon disappeared and it was all pleasure. I was moaning and
groaning and showing Clive the pleasure that he was giving me and soon he
was picking up the pace and getting close to coming, but I had been too
long without and I wanted to make it last.  I asked him to breed me from
behind before he came nd he was happy to oblige and he turned me on my
hands and knees and entered me from behind and now I felt like this was
home. He was up tight, balls slapping and long deep thrusts he soon
splashed his semen on my insides and grunted and pulled me back onto him as
far as it would go. I had been right royally fucked and it had erased the
bitter memories of my previous experience with Donk. Clive flopped onto the
bed and made some comment about that going exceptionally well for someone
with so little experience. What could I say? I had enjoyed it and I did not
need to add any further comment. There was the issue of my dickette still
being hard and indeed it had stayed hard all through the breeding and it
needed to be serviced but I was not greedy and I could first let Clive
recover. I was just happy to cuddle him while he caught his breath, but my
dickette was hard against his leg so he did not forget my needs!

After his initial passion was spent Clive was collecting his thoughts and
clearly worrying about the consequences of sex with a minor, if I was to
enjoy this again I needed to make him feel comfortable that I would never
betray him. He cuddled me in silence but I could tell that he was now
regretting his actions and wondering what to do to manage the situation. I
felt rather guilty as I had not been honest with him and I felt that I owed
him honesty. Cuddled into his shoulder I asked him if I could tell him a
secret but that it was rather embarrassing and he said ?of course? and that
he would always respect my confidences. I told him that I had not been
honest with him and that I wanted to tell him more about my experiences and
I proceeded to tell him how, as a 12 year old, I had been seduced by an
adult, dressed as a young girl and taught how to be a good bottom and that
I had enjoyed that experience.  I also told him how I had then been handed
across to another adult who had raped and damaged me, when I reached that
point in my story my voice broke with emotion and I found that I was
sobbing.  Clive, who had been listening quietly (but hugging me tightly)
was furious and wanted to know who the brute was that had raped me and he
would make sure he received a right royal thrashing. However I adamantly
refused to name names as I wanted to put it all behind me. I said that I
had not been with an adult since that time and that I was so appreciative
of his gentleness and concern and that I had really enjoyed being bred by
him.

This confession really seemed to put Clive at ease and I am sure that my
discretion probably helped ease one of his concerns. He then told me that
when he was younger and was in the sixth form at boarding school he had a
same sex relationship with a younger boy and that when he saw me in the
fishing tackle shop that I had reminded him of his past young friend. He
said that most of the boys in the boarding school had same sex relations at
some time or other and it was pretty much a right of passage, he said that
it was just the same at the girl?s boarding schools too.

Suddenly the dynamics of our relationship had changed and we were both
happy in each others company. Clive told me that he had a fianc‚ who
lived in Manchester and that they were engaged to be married, he loved her
very much and he had told her everything about his same sex affair at
boarding school. Apparently she had also had several same sex relationships
at the girls school. They had promised never to have secrets but to be
understanding and open. Those boarding schools seemed to be a hot bed of
gay relationships but it was all accepted as being quite normal in those
upper class circles where it was spoken about with a smile and a wink.

He told me that he intended to tell her about me but she would not mind as
she would be the one that he married and be the one who would eventually
bear his children. She was also from a well to do family on the other side
of the country but they had met while he worked in Manchester. I was not
sure about all of this but Clive was happy and I was thinking that it was
about time that he took care of my needs. I giggled and climbed on top of
him with my dickette pointing at his mouth, he could at least take the hint
and he laughed and opened his mouth to receive my hardness. We were both
happy and I soon received my just reward.

I was still a little sore and did not want him to be bred me again that day
and he was very understanding and did not try to persuade me but as a
compromise I masturbated him and when he came I caught his love juice in my
mouth and finished him off orally. Again we cuddled and chatted like old
friends, despite our age difference we got along really well. There was now
a question hanging in the air about whether he would want to see me again
or not?

As it was starting to be time for me to go home then he drove me back to
town and dropped me off with my two trout. As I was getting out of the car
I said that if he ever wanted to see me again that I usually cycled home
along this road after school and I did not try to force a further date,
this seemed like the right thing to do.

He said smiled broadly, told me what a beautiful young boy I was, winked
and said goodbye and he drove off.  What a great day it had been and I
hoped that he would want to see me again?

To be continued....