

                                          TEACHING SCOUT


                                                 by John P

                                            Copyright© 2011



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 diarroeah 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
make 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
coffe 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 the 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 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 lie 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 forhead 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.



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