


                                          TEACHING SCOUT


                                                 by John P

                                            Copyright© 2011



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 ecstacy 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, recognizable 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 being 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.



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