TEACHING SCOUT by John P Copyright© 2011 Chapter 1 Every day I go to the park and sit on the bench across from the public toilets. My packed lunch consists of sandwiches with various fillings and I take a plastic bottle of water which I get from the shop on the corner close to where I live. From this park bench, the world passes by and I watch with interest the people who walk along, the parents with small kids, boys and their girlfriends, and then there are the men who look around nervously before going into the public toilets to meet others and to give or obtain relief. Boys roam around the park in groups and girls gather to eye up and rate those same boys from 1 to 10 and to wonder secretly what it would be like to be married to them. Kids are on bikes, on skateboards, often noisy with their zest for life and I smile to myself at their joy. Then there are the others. The 15-year-old girls who I imagine from their expressions are wondering how to tell their parents that they are pregnant. The young boys who ponder why they find the boys at school so attractive when they see them in the showers and why they get a boner each time. Today I've just opened my sandwiches and I spot this boy who walks past me, looking around as if expecting to see somebody, and when he comes back again, he sits down despondently on the other end of the bench I'm occupying. He doesn't look sad as much as disappointed. When I offer him a sandwich, those dark eyes of his turn towards me and I see how handsome the kid is. Along with his regular features, his dark hair and blemish-free complexion makes me look more closely at him. I wonder briefly what his girlfriend looks like. "Thanks, mister," he says as he moves next to me and he takes a sandwich from my packet. We sit there and he looks around, still hopeful that whoever he is expecting will come into view. We don't speak, comfortable with each other as we sit in affable silence. When I offer a second sandwich, I see those lovely dark eyes again and he grins at last. "Are you sure?" he asks, noting that there are few left in the wrapper. "I've finished, kid. Take what you like," I say, handing him the packet. "I'm John, by the way." "I'm Scout," he says and I watch with amusement as he wolfs down what remains of my lunch. Finally I ask, "Who are you waiting for?" and he looks disappointed again. "I was going to meet with my friend Peter but it looks like he's not coming. He was going to show me some porn mags." As he says this, his face reddens and I think he's just realised that I am a stranger and maybe he shouldn't have told me. "It's OK, Scout. I used to get them from somebody when I was your age too. He used to get them from under his dad's bed. How old are you, 13, 14?" He relaxes and says, "13 but I'll be 14 in two months," and then he adds, "Have you got any porn mags?" and when I answer yes, he asks if he can see them. "Sure," I say, "but they're at the house," and I point, "just over there. Would you like to see them now?" and he nods, thinking maybe that I'll get them and bring them back. When I stand up and wait for him, he looks as if he doesn't understand and then it dawns on him that I'm inviting him home with me. I can see the calculations going on in his head. 'Don't go with strangers. But he has porn and I need to play with my dick. Does this man look OK or is he dangerous?' I suppose the answer must have been a yes because he stood and we made for the exit. As we entered my house, I said, "You want a drink? I got Pepsi or juice." He answers Pepsi and I get a glass from the kitchen. When I return, he's looking round the room and he spots a picture in a frame. "Who's that?" he asks and I answer, "That's my son, Carl. He's 12 now but he's out with his mother." He takes a swig of Pepsi and I go upstairs to find the porn I promised him. Looking through my collection, I decide on a mag with adults and boys just touching each other, a relatively soft porn mag which shouldn't scare the boy. When I go back downstairs and give it to him, his face goes red as he sees the cover but he opens it anyway and starts to peruse the pictures. When he sees the first picture of a 10-year-old boy wanking a man about 30, his eyes go wide and he gasps. I sit in another chair opposite him, watching the effect the mag is having on him. From here, I can also see the front of his pants and I'm waiting for his erection to produce a tent in them. His fingers trace the page, touching the boy's hand where he has grasped the man's shaft. His eyes dart to the man's face and he sees the joy that the boy's hand is giving him. Scout has forgotten me now as his attention is fully focused on the pages that he turns and he sees the man wanking the young boy with two fingers, and he imagines the feeling of somebody else touching him, a man's hand caressing him. The boy in the picture looks happy, smiling up at the man as he is fondled. The man looks down lovingly into the little boy's face, his eyes kind and gentle. "My uncle lived with us and he used to play with me when I was a boy," I say softly and Scout looks up. "He used to sit me on his lap when I was about 9, my back against his chest as we watched TV in the early mornings. When Mom had gone to work, he would put his hand inside my pajama bottoms and touch me. When he stroked my little dick, it was the most wonderful feeling." The boy looks at me, almost unbelieving. "Didn't you try to stop him?" he asks. "Why would I want to stop him?" I say. "It was the greatest feeling ever. After that first time, I would jump on uncle's knee as soon as Mom left the house so that he would do it again. He used to stroke me until I was stiff and then I would tremble and get a tickly feeling all through my belly. Then he used to hug me real tight and kiss my head." I can see Scout's pants tenting out and I so want to touch him but I have to wait. "Has nobody ever done that for you? Made you feel good?" I ask. "No," he says and his face flushes. It is then that he softly asks, "Will you show me?" and his face becomes beet-red. "Sure, Scout. I'll be glad to. Just come on over and sit on my lap," I say and, as he stands, I see more clearly the bulge of his dick which is straining against the front of his pants. As I place him with his legs outside mine, I realise that he will feel my hard cock under his bottom and I'm afraid that he might be scared but when I undo the button on his jeans and then lower the zip, I feel him tremble slightly, no doubt nervous about what is to happen. I touch his dick through his underpants and he gasps at my touch. I stroke its length, feeling the thickness of his shaft, and he sighs as my fingers move slowly up and down it. "Feel good?" I whisper and he breathes, "Yes," and he relaxes against my chest. My fingers go to the waistband of his underpants and I push them down inside to feel his flesh. He gasps as my fingers come into contact with his knob and I feel wetness there, no doubt some pre-cum produced by his arousal. I want to taste it but I have to go carefully so as not to spook him so I content myself with smearing it around his knob. He trembles again as my fingers find the most sensitive parts of his dick and when I start to stroke three fingers along his shaft, he moans. The shaft is quite thick for the boy's age, I think, and it's about 4-inches long. "You feel good, Scout. Your dick's lovely," I whisper but I'm not sure he hears me. I grasp his dick a little more firmly and begin to wank him in earnest. His breathing becomes more rapid and I know that he will be unable to last long but it's important that this first time goes well. He moans often as I wank him and when I feel his body stiffen, I wank him faster, hoping that his cum will not be a dry one. I am not disappointed. The boy groans and thrusts his hips up off my lap. My hand grasps his jerking dick now and he cums over my hand and in his underpants. The hot spunk splashes on my thumb and on his skin above his spurting dick. As his body remains rigid, I hold him tight with my other arm and kiss his hair. His orgasm makes his hips buck and I do my best to hold him while my fingers keep moving on his shaft. Suddenly the orgasm ends and he collapses against my chest, panting hard. I hold my hand still then, just holding his shaft gently. Before I can react, he turns himself sideways and his arm goes round my neck and he hugs me. I kiss his hair again and his forehead as he snuggles against me and I listen to his breathing becoming more regular. "Was that OK, Scout?" I whisper into his ear and he mumbles, "Mmmm," into my chest. We stay there for a few minutes, him snuggling and me hugging. He is in no hurry to vacate my lap and I bask in the boy's apparent affection. This boy will be a good lover for somebody, I'm sure. This is not just sex, it seems, but also an emotional feeling for him. It is the same for me if I'm completely honest. I wonder briefly if he will turn out hetero, gay or bisexual. Unseen by him, when I remove my hand from his dick, I put my thumb to my lips and lick off the boy-spunk which has splashed onto it. How sweet it is! Then I put my other arm around him and we just sit there. His breathing has become regular and has slowed and I think that maybe he had gone to sleep but ten minutes later, he rouses himself and looks into my face. "Does it always feel good like that?" he asks softly and I nod. "It was amazing!" I want to kiss those full sensuous lips but I don't dare to in case it freaks him out. Instead I kiss his forehead and wait for him to make the next move. He moves off my lap and stands up, dressing himself self-consciously. I remain seated, watching him and saying nothing. Once he is decent again, he looks at me red-faced and says he'd better go. I rise too and say quietly, "I hope you want to do it again. I know I do." He smiles then and says, "Can I come here tomorrow? You know... to do it again?" and I know that the boy will be mine. "Of course you can, Scout," I say. "There's lots more too... if you want to learn." "Can I look at the porn books again?" he asks sheepishly and I swat him playfully. "Tomorrow you can, dirty boy!" and I smile at him. I walk him to the door and I'm surprised when he hugs me. "See you tomorrow then," he says and I open the door to let him out. As I watch him walk up the road, I get out my stiff cock and wank it there in front of the window. It does not take more than 20 seconds before I am spewing my spunk all over the wallpaper and the floor below. That boy is having an effect on me and I don't feel guilty about it. Chapter 2 The next day, I'm in the park again and hoping to see Scout but time is moving on and it looks like he won't be coming. My lunch is finished and I'm ready to go home but then I remember. Ten minutes ago, a ginger-haired 14-year-old boy I recognize went into the public toilets and has not come out again. That can mean one of two things. He's constipated or got diarrhoea OR he's in there for sexual purposes. I'm still thinking about Scout and wondering what his spunk tastes like and the thought of it has got me horny. I decide to check out the toilets and so I wander in. Nobody's at the urinal and one of the four stalls in there has the door closed so that's obviously where he is. The glory-holes that have been made in the thin partitions between the stalls are large, lovingly fashioned by somebody who wants balls as well as cocks to be available to touch and lick. The size of the holes makes it easy to see the person in the next stall and the angle of view is such that almost the whole of the stall is visible. It's silent in the toilets except for labored breathing which suggests that, rather than taking a dump, the occupant may be masturbating. I enter the stall next to the occupied one and sit down on the bowl. The boy in there must have heard me enter but the labored breathing continues so my presence next door has obviously not spooked him. When I look through the hole, his eyes are already waiting for me. His eyes are fixed on mine and his hand continues to stroke his fine erection. He wants me to watch him; it's a turn-on for him. An image flashes through my mind. Would Scout do this? The boy watches me and I kneel on the floor and put out my tongue. I wonder if he knows what it means. I get the answer when he moves forward and touches his knob to my tongue. His pre-cum tastes salty but before I can lovingly lick his entire knob, he pushes forward so that his body is pushed hard against the partition. This boy needs to cum so my intention of treating his cock to subtle pleasures is immediately cancelled. The boy needs relief fast and I'll give him what he needs. My mouth is full of hard cock, all 4 inches of him, and my fingers reach up to stroke the little balls which hang through the glory-hole. He moans and I hope that nobody enters the toilets and hears him. When I leave his cock and lick his balls, I can almost hear his desperation. He wants to cum, not just pleasured so I return to his cock and suck him in, licking his shaft and then fucking him with my mouth. My head goes back and forth, sucking, sucking, and I feel his knob expand and he groans as his boy-spunk shoots to the back of my throat. His cock is jerking, pulsing, and he's groaning softly as his balls empty themselves into me. I stroke those balls, coaxing the sperm out, wanting all he has to give, and he's rewarding me, giving me all that he has to offer. I can feel him shuddering on the other side of the partition as his orgasm continues and I keep sucking his cock. His hot spunk stays in my mouth and I taste it as he pumps more of it into me. I won't swallow, not yet. In seconds, it's over but not for me. I stop sucking and begin to lick, trying hard not to swallow any of the boy-spunk he has generously given me. His spunk is pooled under my tongue, behind my bottom teeth, and my tongue licks clean his now softening cock. As I lick his shaft, I feel his ginger pubic hair soft and sparse on my lips and my fingers feel the hair on his pubescent ball-sac as I stroke it, feeling the small balls within. His cock is unceremoniously withdrawn from the hole and I hear him pulling up his pants. He leaves me on my knees, alone, with a mouthful of his boy-nectar, and I hear the outer door bang as he flees. I roll his boy-spunk around my mouth, tasting it as it rolls across my tongue, and finally I swallow. Why do I never get tired of boys? Why does boy-spunk excite me so much? As I leave the public toilets, I look around again, hoping to see Scout but he's not there and I feel disappointed. I can't understand it; I've never been wrong before about the boys I teach about sex with men. Still, it goes to show that I'm not infallible. When I walk into my driveway, there he is, Scout, sitting on my doorstep. He has come after all but I cover up my delight by pretending indifference although his handsome face is really bringing me great joy. He rises as I approach and I want to hug him and kiss those sensuous lips but I have to show decorum. "Hi, Scout," I say pleasantly. "I thought you weren't coming," immediately betraying the fact that I was hoping he would come. I take out my key and open the door, ushering him in before me. 'God, what a nice bottom!' I think as I observe the tight shorts covering that lovely little derriere as he walks before me into the house. 'Easy, boy!' I say to my cock which lurches at the sight of the 13-year-old boy's taut buttocks as he precedes me into the living room. "You want a soda, Scout?" I ask when he's seated and before I go into the kitchen to get us both drinks, I turn on the TV, only to find kids cartoons are playing. When I return, he's engrossed in watching The Simpsons and laughing. 'God! How innocent. How sexy he is!' I think as I hand him Pepsi. I take this opportunity to go upstairs and look through my porn and I select a couple of books which include some oral sex between boys and men. He'll like these, I'm sure, and I begin to plan how to separate him from his clothes so I can see his body. As always, I have to tread warily as I teach boys the joy of sex with men. I try hard never to spook them by advancing too quickly so that they become scared or nervous. When I return to the living room, he looks up and spots the magazines in my hand. Suddenly Homer Simpson is abandoned in favor of the delights I hold and as I spread them on the table in front of him, I turn down the sound on the TV. He takes one of the magazines and opens it and I see his face flush as he sees for the first time in his young life a large picture of man licking a 10-year-old boy's dick. He becomes so engrossed in this picture that he doesn't really notice when I lift him to his feet and make him stand before the coffee table, and I lay the magazine on the table before him. I kneel beside him as looks with wide eyes at the picture and when he turns the page, the picture he sees is of the same boy's dick fully inside the man's mouth and large adult fingers are fondling the boy's tiny balls. Scout's shorts are tented out now, I notice, and when I take the waistband of his shorts in my hands, he doesn't object when I pull them down to his ankles and then off his feet. Joy! He's not wearing underpants. I take in the sight of his juvenile dick and I'm entranced. How is it that young boys are so beautiful? His dick is throbbing, his heartbeat making it wag up and down. He turns the next page and he gasps as he sees the boy now licking the man's long thick cock. The tip of his tongue touches the man's pee-slit and Scout can see clear liquid that has oozed from it and the boy's tongue about to lick it up. At this point, I reach for Scout's dick and he jumps at my touch but he relaxes immediately when he knows that I will make him feel good. He turns the next page and sees more pictures that arouse him and my fingers on his dick begin to stroke his youthful erection. I take a chance and shuffle behind him, keeping his hard dick between my fingers. I have to lick his perfect little bottom, I just have to. His gaze is fixed firmly on the magazine; he's unaware of my intentions until he feels my tongue touch his butt-crack. He's bent slightly over the coffee table but he turns his head to see what I'm doing. When he feels the sensation of warm wet tongue, he returns to the pictures, opening his legs further as he realizes what I'm doing. The dick in my fingers jerks as I lick him and I'm pleased by his reaction. When I touch his little pink anus with my tongue, he moans and draws in his breath sharply. He shudders then and I wonder if he's cumming. My fingers remain wanking him and my hand is dry so I figure that my tongue probing his little rosebud is giving him great feelings. "Oh John!" he whispers and although I can't see his face from my position kneeling behind him, I'm guessing that he likes what I'm doing to him. Without a word from me, Scout bends lower over the table and I know what he needs. I push the tip of my tongue hard against his pucker and he jumps as his sphincter opens slightly and my tongue slips inside. Another moan from him and he draws in his breath again, only this time he cries softly, "Oooohh!" as I start to slide my tongue in and out of him, tongue-fucking the darling boy. It's only 10 seconds later when I feel his sphincter tighten on my tongue and my hand becomes wet as his boy-spunk shoots from his dick. He shudders and suddenly my tongue is expelled from his bottom, and I catch him as he is about to fall with the intensity of his orgasm. I can feel his dick jerking between my fingers and his body has become rigid. His orgasm is a thing to behold and I'm awed by the way it's affecting him. I hold him until he finishes and then I pull him down to me and we lie together on the carpet. My arms go around him and I cuddle him to me, rejoicing when he snuggles against my chest and kisses my neck. We lay together, man and boy, and my hand goes down his back to stroke his perfect buttocks. His skin is soft, his buttocks taut, and my trouser-covered cock is pressed tight against his naked dick as we cling to each other. I can't make my cock go soft while I play with his bottom and I just hope that he's not scared by the size of it. We lie there together, his breathing becoming more regular and I sense that he's going to sleep in my arms. I kiss his hair as he sleeps and I caress the soft skin of his bottom, wondering when I will be able to thrust my cock into this handsome boy. My fatherly side wants to protect him, to cuddle him and keep him from harm, but my lustful side wants to take him to my bed and make love to him properly, with all that entails. 'It will have to wait,' I tell myself. When he wakes and finds himself in my arms again, he looks up and smiles. What a handsome kid! "That was nice," he whispers and he kisses my neck again. "What happened?" he asks. "I jerked you off," I whisper, pretending that I don't know what he means. "Not that," he says, grinning at me. "The other... thing." "Did you like it?" I ask and he does the "Mmmm" thing again. I kiss his forehead now that I can reach it and he seems happy to let me. My hand still strokes his bottom and he wriggles it a little and I ask, "Do you like me to touch your bottom?" and he replies sheepishly, "It does feel nice." After a few more minutes of lying there, I decide it's time for his education to be broadened. I'll move him on to the next stage. "I need to take a shower," I say and move as if to stand up. He's reluctant to let me go which is an excellent sign. "Come with me?" I ask and he nods. As we head upstairs, I deliberately let him go first up the stairs. His buttocks are absolutely delightful as I watch them move in front of me. I can see through his legs too as he climbs and those beautiful balls bounce with each movement. I can't remember feeling so loving about any of the boys I've taught as I do about Scout. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not falling in love with him, am I? 'Get a grip, John!' I say to myself. The one thing I notice is that he doesn't seem embarrassed that he's naked below the waist with a man. Unusual to say the least. Could it be that he feels totally comfortable with me now? I do hope so because I feel I'm never going to get tired of seeing his young body. Chapter 3 When I show him into the bathroom, he looks around, and I begin to strip off my clothes. He takes off his T-shirt and socks, the only clothing he's still wearing, and he watches my body closely as more of it is revealed. He's kissed my chest earlier but only over my shirt. When I reveal my hairy chest to him, I see his face giving away his interest in my fur but my own attention is firmly fixed on his naked body, his hairless chest and the little nipples which I so want to suck. He's handsome, desirable, and I'm tempted to sweep him up and take him to my bed. I want to lay him down and lick and kiss his torso, fondle his little balls which nestle so nicely within the silky bag between his coltish legs, to suck each grape-sized testicle into my mouth. I long to taste his boyish dick, to suck it to erection, and to bring him to climax so that his hard little shaft will pulse inside my mouth as he pumps his hot spunk to the back of my throat. I must be cautious, circumspect, not do anything that might go too far and spook the boy. He will be a fine lover after my teaching; his display of emotion has already shown me that he bonds easily and I cannot just use him for sex and then throw him away. I'm bonding with Scout myself, something I had not at first envisaged. His eyes are fixed on my cock now, my last piece of clothing having been removed. He stares at it, his own dick showing signs of firming up, even though his balls were emptied not many minutes ago. I look at his pale little dick, its skin so delicate and his knob so pink. I take my hand and pull back my foreskin, showing him the full length and thickness and I can see in his eyes that he wants to touch it, to feel his first adult cock. I move towards him and take his dick between my fingers and I'm so pleased when his hand hesitantly goes around my shaft. He feels me, my hard shaft, my large knob which leaks salty pre-cum and his finger moves over the pee-slit to discover what this clear liquid might be. When I gently take his hand away and take his fingers into my mouth, he stands there with mouth slightly open as I lick his fingers clean. When I return his hand to my cock, he begins to slide my foreskin back and forth, knowing that's what boys do, but he's unsure about it because of the size. It's only ever been a boy-dick that he's touched, one that needs no more than a couple of fingers to bring the owner to climax. Now for the first time, he has a relative monster to masturbate and his inexperience is worrying him. "That's lovely, Scout," I whisper, encouraging the boy. "You have a lovely touch." I'm stroking the boy's dick as he masturbates me slowly and it's now at full mast. His attention though is firmly fixed on my knob as his hand begins to speed up and soon he hears my panting. He looks up briefly into my face to see my reaction and when he sees the ecstasy there, he becomes more confident, grasping my shaft tighter and increasing the speed of his hand. Thirty seconds later, I cry, "I'm cumming, Scout!" and he watches as my cock jerks in his hand and several large gobs of hot spunk splatter onto his chest and belly. The first takes him by surprise and he's not sure what to do until I say, "Don't stop! Keep wanking!" His face is a picture as he witnesses for the first time an adult pumping hot spunk and the biggest surprise of all is the amount I've made. His eyes move between my knob and his belly, watching keenly the hot white semen as it leaves my pee-slit and how it lands on his skin and begins to run down like the wax from a candle when it's held too close to the flame. He's never seen thick spunk before, only his own thin and watery boy-cum, and he runs a finger through it to test the heat and consistency. It's creamy, slimy and warm, and it feels like nothing he ever had on his skin before. He holds my cock still after the pulsing has stopped and he watches as I scoop some of the spunk onto my fingers and put it into my mouth, letting him see clearly that I am licking semen and apparently enjoying the taste. He's puzzled now, not quite equating the fact that anything that comes out of a cock could be pleasant to the taste. This is completely new to him and I don't offer to share it because it may spook him. When I've got all I can and I've swallowed it, I smile at him and say, "It makes your dick bigger if you eat spunk." I'm ashamed then because I've just told him a bare-faced lie. Why the fuck did I do that? But I can see by his expression that he has not discounted what I just said. He looks quizzically at me and I need to say something so I simply say, "It tastes good too." His dick is still hard and I decide it's time to try something new so I kneel in front of him and lick his chest and belly, cleaning up the last of my spunk from his skin. This is an opportunity to lick down towards his stiff dick and when my mouth approaches it, I feel him tremble but he doesn't want to pull away. When I kiss his shaft, he sucks in his breath, so I continue kissing it, feeling with my fingers his silky little ball-bag and moving gently the little testicles within. When I lick his shaft and ultimately his fine knob, his hands come to hold my head and I move my hand behind him to fondle the fine taut buttocks of this handsome boy. He holds me in place as I suck and soon his hips begin a fucking motion, sending me into raptures as he takes over the movement of fucking my mouth. My one hand fondles his tight bottom and the other feels his balls as he fucks my face and I'm ecstatic that he has taken over. He's young so it isn't long before he cries out, "I'm cumming!" and to be sure that he cums in my mouth, I hold his buttocks tightly, just in case he has it in his mind that I might not want his spunk in my mouth. "I'm cumming, John!" he cries again and he seems to want to pull away but I'm having none of it. I want his boyish spunk; I want to taste his fine ejaculate, even if it's weak and watery. I want something of the boy inside me! He shudders as he cums, his youthful orgasm producing feelings that he could never describe, and he looks at me to discover that far from being disgusted or angry, my face bears an expression of joy as his seed pumps into my welcoming mouth and when my arms go around him and cuddle him, he knows that he has given me what I most desired. He's puzzled at my enjoyment but pleased too that he has given me what I apparently most wanted. He will think about this later, when he's on his own, and perhaps come to some understanding about what has taken place. Meantime, I feel one of his hands stroke my hair and I know that the bond between us is being made stronger. When the jerking of his dick has stopped, I stay on my knees, his dick still in my mouth and I caress his young body. His young muscles feel good and as my hands explore him, now both of his hands stroke my hair and my ears. He's loving me in his way, showing his affection in the only way he can think of, and I'm having stronger feelings for him. It wasn't supposed to go like this; it was just supposed to be mutual sexual gratification but Scout's emotions are taking him over and it worries me. When we finally separate, I say we'll take that shower now and when he joins me in the warm water, his hand goes to my cock as I wash my hair and he begins to wank me again. After I rinse the shampoo out of my hair, I kiss his forehead but he tilts his head and kisses my lips and I find my cock hardening as this 13-year-old boy continues to stroke it. My head spins as we kiss and when I feel his tongue against my lips, I open my mouth and it plunges inside. I grasp his bottom and pull him hard against me, grinding my dick and his hand against his belly, and I suck on his young tongue. His arms are around my neck and he's making love to me with his body, and the control that I had over him since we met is melting away. Emotions have taken over and it's my job as the adult to stop it going too far but the feeling of his lovely body against mine is clouding my judgment. I have to stop this getting out of hand but how do you tell a boy that you now adore that he must stop making you feel so good? At that moment, the solution comes. My 12-year-old son Carl comes to the bathroom door and looks in. "Hi, Dad," he says cheerily and goes on to his room. Shit! His mother must be back too! We release each other at once and I run naked to my son's room. "Where's your mother?" I ask, recognisable panic in my voice. "Don't worry, Dad, she dropped me off and went on to shop some more. Nice boy you got there," he says and smiles at me. I return to the bathroom and find that Scout has dried himself and scrambled into the only clothes in there. The rest of his clothes are downstairs, scattered about the living room. I send him down to get dressed and I dry myself, dressing quickly and joining him there. The child looks scared until I reassure him that there will be no trouble but when he looks questioningly at me, I have to say, "I have sex all the time with my son so he won't say anything to his mother. By the way, he said you were nice." As soon as it's out of my mouth, I realise what I've said and I wonder if the bond between us will be broken. Does he think that I love somebody else? He smiles though and I think then that it may be alright after all. He kisses me on the lips before he goes and when the front door finally closes, I watch him walk down the driveway, watching the lovely little bottom sashay as he moves. My son has heard the front door close and he joins me to watch Scout's departure, remarking on how cute he looks. "He's called Scout," I say, "and he's 13." When Carl asks if he can meet him next time, I can't think of a reason that he shouldn't so I say yes. "Have you got anything left now?" Carl asks, grinning, and he turns round and pulls down his pants so that he shows me his perfect little bottom. I kiss it and he turns around so that I can see his stiff dick and I suck it until he says seriously, "Fuck me, Dad. I need cock in me." We go upstairs, safe in the knowledge that his mother will not return in under an hour. His mouth revives my cock and with the use of my saliva on his bottom-hole together with the use of Vaseline, I pump my hot spunk deep inside my son from behind as his favorite position is to be taken doggy-style. When the panting is over and my cock has softened, he kisses me and we lay together, cuddling each other until we hear my wife's car in the driveway. My wife's shopping trip had been so extended because she is to spend 4 days away on a course for her work. Because we are at the beginning of the local school holidays, many boys will be out playing the whole day, out from under their parents' feet, and no doubt some of them will be enjoying the attention of other boys or even men. I think I'll go down to the park tomorrow, maybe even take Carl with me. Let's see how the weather is in the morning. Chapter 4 The next day, I have to do some grocery shopping so I take myself off to the supermarket and pick up the essentials of life, such as bread, beer and cleaning products! When I return, I find Scout has come to the house and is presently upstairs with Carl in his bedroom. They are on his computer, noisily playing the new game he got as a present last week. I have sneaked upstairs and watched them and they have been unaware of my return so I come back downstairs and try to figure out what to do next. Carl has obviously let Scout in and they have introduced themselves. I don't know what's been said so I'm not sure what I should do with regard to my budding relationship with Scout... and Carl too. Has Carl said anything? Has Scout confessed all to my son? My brain works out the possibilities and I decide that I'll have to play this by ear. "Carl!" I shout upstairs. "I'm home!" He comes downstairs and he informs me that Scout is upstairs, still playing on his computer. When I ask what Carl has said to him, he replies, "Nothing, Dad. He came looking for you so I said you'd be back later. I told him who I was and invited him to play. It's alright, isn't it?" "Of course it is," I say, smiling at him. "How do you feel about him... having sex with me, I mean?" "It's OK, Dad. I think he's nice and I'd like to share him... if you know what I mean. Would you mind?" and he grins at me. "He's still learning, Carl," I say. "He likes the porn mags I've been showing him. Why don't you show him some more porn? I'll bet he'll like it all when he sees the rest of the porn collection. Show him stuff on the internet too, although I bet he's already been looking himself at home. Carl," I say seriously, "don't scare him off. I'll leave you with him for half an hour. Tell him I have to go out again and I'll be back soon." He bounds up the stairs again, taking them two at a time, and I hear conversation begin although I can't make out what's being said. I keep quiet and listen but the conversation stops after about 5 minutes and I guess the perusal of porn is occupying the boys' attention. I want to watch but I can't and I'm left wondering what exactly they are doing up there. After 20 minutes, I can stand it no longer and I sneak upstairs to see what's happening. Their backs are to me but I can see each boy has a hand in the other's crotch and the movement suggests that mutual masturbation is taking place. My cock jumps at the sight of my two handsome boys taking care of each other and I feel a sudden extra warm affection for them both. I watch from the doorway, seeing the computer screen showing the oral stimulation of a boy about 11 by a man in his 30s. The man on the screen sucks gently on the little boy's dick and fondles the tiny balls in the silky bag between the boy's legs. This is one of my favorite videos too and I watch as the man releases the little dick and he begins to lick the little ball-sac. "That feels good, Scout," my son says but I don't know if he's referring to Scout's fingers on his dick or the image on the screen. When Carl asks, "Can I do it to you?" Scout whispers, "Yes." Then they both rise from their chairs and Carl kneels and begins to pull down Scout's pants and underpants, revealing his lovely erection. "That's nice," says Carl and he runs his tongue under Scout's silky ball-sac. Scout draws in his breath and it is then that he spots me watching them from the doorway. Panic comes into his eyes but when he sees me fumbling with the belt which holds up my pants, he relaxes when he realises that I intend to join them. I see his face light up as he suddenly understands the implications of what he's seeing and the relationship which must exist between Carl and I. Scout watches as I take off my pants and when I kneel next to Carl, his face is a picture as I take the 13-year-old boy's knob into my mouth. He looks down to see both father and son pleasing him with their mouths and his hands go to our heads, stroking our hair. My hand goes behind Scout and I stroke the taut buttocks, one of my fingers running down the cleft between his cheeks. He tries to part his legs further but his pants are round his ankles and he can't open them wider so I feel for the pants and he lifts each foot in turn so that I can take them off him completely. When I offer Carl the boy's dick, he takes it into his own mouth and I fondle Scout's ball-sac and buttocks, making him sigh with pleasure. Carl takes Scout's dick deep and uses his tongue to lick the sensitive part under his glans as I touch the boy's anus and when he feels my finger rubbing around it, Scout moans and his hands grab our hair. He's becoming increasingly aroused and I wonder how long before he shoots his spunk into Carl. I'm naked from the waist down and when I rise and stand behind him, he feels my cock against his back. I look over his shoulder and watch as Carl sucks him and I kiss his neck and say quietly, "Fuck his mouth, Scout. He loves it when I fuck his mouth." Both of his hands hold Carl's head as Scout begins the fucking movement and I can tell by his rapid breathing that ejaculation is only seconds away. I pinch his nipples and he stiffens at my touch, and he begins to fuck in earnest, thrusting hard into Carl's mouth on each in-stroke. I move my hand down quickly and finger Scout's tiny bottom-hole, and he moans as I push a finger inside. Seconds later, his body goes rigid and I know that Carl's mouth is experiencing the wonderful taste of boy-cum. My finger is squeezed hard by Scout's anal muscles as the hot spunk he is shooting is being gathered in Carl's mouth and I envy my son as I imagine the taste of Scout's semen. Scout trembles and I hold him tight, looking over his shoulder to see Carl's face as Scout fills his mouth. His dick is buried deep and Carl can feel every jerk of the boy's dick as each blast hits his throat directly. He backs off to stop himself from drowning and looks up into Scout's face as the boy's orgasm continues. "Fill his mouth, Scout!" I whisper hoarsely. "Give him all your spunk!" Scout looks down into Carl's face as his hot seed continues to pump and I wonder if it's love or lust on his handsome face. When Carl takes Scout's hand and holds it, I think I have my answer. These two boys will do this again and probably much more. "Good boy, Scout," I whisper into his ear and he leans back against me so I kiss his neck. He turns his head and I kiss his lips as the jerking of his dick stops and his panting begins to lessen. His mouth is small, his lips soft against mine, and when I feel his hand come behind him and he finds my stiff cock, I thrill to his touch. Carl releases the boy's dick from his mouth and, still on his knees, watches us and swallows the boy-cum which has pooled in his mouth. I turn Scout around to face me and his wet dick, now softening, brushes against my leg. His hand pulls gently on my cock, his hot palm holding my shaft firmly, and I notice that Carl is shuffling round so that he can see between us. When I feel him nudge my leg, I turn myself slightly so that he gets a better view because I know what he wants to do. When he runs the tip of his tongue along Scout's hand, the boy looks down and understands at once that he wants to suck his father's big cock. He turns over my shaft to Carl and watches with fascination as he licks the knob, gathering up with his tongue the clear liquid oozing from the pee-slit. Kissing me has been forgotten now and he sinks to his knees beside Carl to watch this act close up. My hands reach out and I run my fingers through each boy's hair, my feelings of great affection transferring to them through my fingers. My boys are here, here together, and I can't think of a time when I was happier. My son's warm mouth sucks my cock gently and his tongue works tirelessly to make me cum but when Carl stops sucking and offers my cock to Scout, I am doubly happy when the boy takes in his very first adult cock. Carl takes Scout's hand and brings it to my hairy ball-sac and he fondles it with his fingers, moving the large testicles around within. My son watches now as this 13-year-old boy takes his father along the road to heaven and he waits for the inevitable ejaculation which will bring his new friend into the world where men and boys become as one. Scout looks up into my eyes and sees my face which is wreathed in smiles, and he knows that he is responsible for bringing me that pleasure. My eyes meet his and the bond between us is complete. This can't go on much longer because Scout has excited me too much and I'm almost ready to blow my load but I have to warn him, I have to let him know so that he can take my cock out of his mouth. I can't make him swallow so much spunk at his first time of sucking man-cock. But I want to; I want so much to fill his mouth while our eyes are locked on each other. 'Take it all, Scout! Let me fill your lovely mouth!' I cry silently but what I really say is, "Careful, Scout. I'm about to cum!" Our eyes are locked together now and Scout begins to suck in earnest, his lips tightening on my shaft as his head moves back and forth, and his hand strokes my ball-sac more firmly, making my bloated balls want to discharge their full load into the waiting boy's mouth. I'm panting now and Scout still looks into my eyes as he performs this act of oral sex, and I see the look of lust on his handsome face as his tongue works urgently on the tube under my cock, the tube which will soon be filled with my semen as it jets its way from my body into his. I groan and hold my body rigid as my orgasm begins and he grasps my buttocks tight so that I can't withdraw. My cock jerks inside his mouth and his eyes register surprise as he feels the hot spunk rapidly filling his little mouth. He doesn't expect the volume of semen to be so large and he gags and coughs as the opening to his throat is clogged with man-cum but he rallies quickly and swallows as fast as he can so as not to drown in my spunk. His eyes begin to water as my knob closes off his airway and he pulls back slightly so that he can breathe. He's still looking into my eyes as my cock pulses inside his mouth and I swear that I can see love on his face as he swallows each gob of spunk. Unnoticed by me, Carl is watching his new friend with new admiration, remembering his own first time a year ago when spunk from an adult man was shot down his throat. His father had produced prolific amounts of seed for his son to swallow since then and he had ingested it greedily once he had learned how to deal with his ejaculations without gagging. My cock has stopped jerking now but Scout holds my softening cock in his mouth, his tongue now gently licking my knob and touching my pee-slit with the tip. He's still looking up at me as he has done throughout this selfless act of pleasing me, and my love for him is increasing by the second. He has taken me inside him, has taken my love for him and returned it, and I want to hold him, to cuddle him and tell him of that love I have for him. This is interrupted when Carl moves the boy's head from my cock and he kisses him full on the lips, forcing his tongue inside Scout's mouth to taste the remnants of the spunk within. The older boy is taken aback by Carl's action but he readily opens his mouth for Carl to run his tongue around inside. My son's tongue seeks out the taste of his father's spunk and he holds Scout tightly as he licks the boy's teeth and gums and when Scout actively helps him by pressing his own tongue to my son's, the coating on his tongue is sucked off by Carl. They sink to the floor, arms around each other and I watch them both as they kiss. It isn't just sex now; it's deeper than that. They caress each other and I'm left with a feeling of jealousy. Carl must have taken all my spunk out of Scout's mouth by now but they continue to cuddle each other as I watch helplessly. These two boys, 12 and 13, are exhibiting the love I want with each of them but they are doing it together, without me. I leave them alone, wandering off into the bathroom to analyze how I really feel about this new turn of events. Back in the bedroom, Carl releases Scout's lips and he asks, "Can I make love to you... you know... properly?" His beautiful dark eyes open and he looks into my son's face as he replies softly, "I've never done that before." Carl kisses his lips again and says quietly, "I know what to do, Scout. Dad does it to me all the time. I won't hurt you," and Scout kisses him back and nods. When I return to the bedroom to see if they have finished, I pull up sharply at the doorway. Carl has taken the lubricant from the top drawer of his night-stand and is liberally applying a large gob of it to Scout's bum-hole. I watch my son's fingers as he pushes two of them deep inside Scout's rectum and the boy moans at the feeling of the intrusion into his most private place. Up on one elbow, Carl is kissing Scout as he finger-fucks the boy and the moans I hear do nothing to indicate that the boy on his back, with his legs wide open, is feeling any pain whatsoever. Scout has found my son's dick and is stroking it, fondly masturbating the dick that will soon take his virginity. Then Carl whispers something to him and I can't hear what is being said but I imagine it's the same love-talk that I say to him before I fuck him; 'I want you' or 'I need to fuck you' or 'I love your arse'. Carl grabs a pillow and pushes it under Scout's buttocks and I can plainly see the pink rosebud that is now partly open because of the finger-fucking that he has just enjoyed. Before he mounts Scout, my son sees me and waves me to them so that I can watch what is to happen. I'm more envious than jealous now and I take a place next to the bed upon which they lie, kneeling on the floor near Scout's head. Scout turns his head towards me and looks into my eyes, and he asks softly, "Will you hold my hand while Carl does it to me?" My heart melts and I nod to him. How could I refuse a child with such soft dark eyes? I hold his outstretched hand and kiss his lips lightly just as Carl pushes his 4-inch dick forward and touches Scout's bum-hole. He starts with surprise but I whisper softly, "Relax yourself, Scout. Push out towards his dick and it'll slide in real easy." I look down his body and see Carl's dick pushing in earnest at Scout's anus and I squeeze the hand which holds mine tightly as my son's knob slides into him. His eyes open wide at the feeling he now experiences and he realises that the invasion of his body has begun. A boy is going to take his virginity, to make love to him properly, just like boys and girls do when they do it for the first time. Carl watches us holding hands and then he takes Scout's legs into the crook of each arm and he presses forward, forcing the wide-open legs of the older boy down so that his knees rest near his ears. Scout's body is tilted up now and I move along the floor so that I can watch the penetration of this handsome boy by my son. When Carl pushes forward, an inch of shaft joins the knob already buried inside Scout's rectum and I hear the boy beneath suck in his breath as he feels the strange sensation of a dick invading his most private place. "He's really tight, Dad," my son whispers to me and I suddenly realise that it is the first time for Carl too. He has never fucked anybody before and has always been the recipient of my man-cock. I don't need to say anything because he knows what to do and he begins to fuck gently, pulling back slightly and then pushing in further until finally all 4 inches are inside his lover's body. I look into Scout's face to make sure that he is in no pain and I see a look of joy as the dick inside him thrusts gently and fully so that he can feel Carl's pubic bone against him with each inward thrust. He's savoring the feeling of closeness with his first lover and the lust part has yet to kick in. His hand leaves mine and both hands reach upward to touch his lover, holding the shoulders of the boy who has taken his virginity. His eyes are on Carl now, looking up into the face of the one who wants to love him fully, completely. As I watch, Carl begins to speed up his fucking and he bends forward, releasing the legs he has been holding. With this, Scout can reach him completely and his arms go around his lover's neck and he says softly, "It's wonderful, Carl," and he brings my son's face down to his and kisses him with his soft full lips. At that point, I see the lust begin as Scout begins to moan, "Do it harder, Carl! Harder!" and Carl is galvanized into more strenuous effort to give the boy what he needs. He begins to ram Scout's hole now, all pretence of gentleness and consideration gone, and his movements become rutting rather than love-making. He will cum soon but there will be no spunk; it will be just a dry cum which will feel wonderful to him and also to Scout. The boy beneath feels the arousal in his lover's body, the tension that comes from a boy who is about to ejaculate, and he kisses him again, holding him tight. This is his first experience of being fucked and he's not quite sure what to expect so his mind soaks up the exquisite feelings of the dick moving inside him and the bond between himself and the boy who fucks him. He knows now that he will want this again, this feeling of warmth and affection. Carl is panting now and Scout realises what will happen soon. 'He's going to cum inside me! He's loving me properly!' "Oh Scout!" Carl cries as he cums and Scout's eyes open wide as he feels the dick inside him expand and begin to jerk. His hold on Carl's neck becomes tighter and as his cock continues to jerk, Carl kisses his neck, biting and sucking until the spot becomes bright red. Scout's eyes close as he savors the feeling of his lover's dick and he knows now what girls feel when their boyfriends cum inside them. This is wonderful, primal, raw human nature and he must have more. When Carl collapses on his body, Scout kisses him gently and runs his hands down his lover's back, feeling his buttocks and trying to draw him further into his own body. There are no inches of hard dick left outside so he contents himself with moving the walls of his rectum in an effort to milk the shaft of whatever might still remain inside. Soon the hard dick begins to soften and as they stroke each other's body, it softens enough to be expelled from the ex-virgin's rectum. Carl rolls off Scout and lies beside him, and I see the shiny dick of my son which is still covered in lubricant. I just can't help myself and I bend over him to take his soft dick into my mouth, licking and sucking him until his penis is clean again. One final task I must complete is the sucking of Scout once more because his stiff dick is beckoning to me and, without disturbing the two boys, I lick his knob, tasting the salty pre-cum. They are still engrossed with each other so I suck his dick, taking the full length into my mouth. When my hands go between his legs, Scout opens them so that I can fondle his balls as I suck. Feeling the movement, Carl looks down to see what I'm doing and then returns to kissing and fondling his boyfriend's body. When Scout's breathing becomes more rapid and he begins to pant, Carl watches as his lover cums, watching his dick jerk as he pumps hot spunk into my mouth. It tastes salty with a hint of almond and it's thin, watery in texture, but it's delicious nevertheless. When I look up, they are both watching me, seeing the pleasure I take from the tasting of boy-spunk and each boy extends a hand to touch me in affection, stroking my hair as I run the ejaculate around my mouth. Suddenly I don't feel like the outsider any more and, after I swallow the handsome boy's spunk, I lie beside them both and we all touch each other, each one of us luxuriating in the warm affection of the others. END