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Subject: Venturer Scout -04 The Venturer Scout -04 by: James FitzHugh Many thanks to Len in South Africa for his editing; to Rob in Alberta, Canada for all his technical assistance; and, to those readers who very kindly dropped me a note. Here we go with all the legal stuff. If you are under the legal age; then you really ought to leave now. If, on the other hand, you find the story offensive or it is illegal according to the laws of your Country, State or Province for you to view this content, I suggest you tune out and go find a good Sherlock Holmes mystery or a good novel written about the days of wooden ships and iron men. If you need help to find authors, just drop me a note. If you enjoy this story - or any others on this great site - remember that you can only read them if Nifty remains online. For that they need our cash. If we all give just a wee little bit, the site won't disappear and take our stories with them. No-one is asked to do any more than they can realistically afford but every ?, Euro or $ helps? Speaking of Aaron and dinner I, too, was getting hungry. The little sod was right. Here I was sporting wood and thinking of next weekend with Gjent. No, people I was not having a series of dirty thoughts. But oh! What I'm going to let him to do to me. But that comes after the lasagna, the wine and a great English trifle. I just threw the food thing in to distract my readers. Well, let's not go there or we'll all get bent out of shape. So, now that I was alone again, I decided to take a nice long shower. None of you out there in readerland need to know what went on in my shower so I'll just move the story along. For the rest of that day, nothing happened. I did think that Aaron might come back after dinner and before his 10:00 p.m. school day curfew for another chat but nope. I did some research, watched the late news on the telly, went to bed, yup, you can guess what I did next, and got a great night's sleep. I had a full day on Tuesday. As usual I was up early and got a lot of work done. My sister called at 10:00 a.m. and gave me the rundown on all the sights they'd seen in Ireland so far and where they intended to go when they went over to Scotland. Since Annabelle and Richard homeschooled their sons, okay I pitched in some times, and Richard was a stock broker, there was really no pressing need for them to rush back. Besides, Richard hadn't taken any holidays in five years and the company he founded could carry on quite nicely until he returned. Around 11:00 a.m. I went down to my local Co-op to buy groceries; to the local liquor shop to replenish my Scotch and Wine supplies and decided to go to the great little deli in the strip mall for lunch. I had just ordered my smoked meat on rye with a side order of fries and settled in to read the morning paper when this rather large guy, I'd never met before, decides that with all the empty spaces, he needs to sit down opposite me. Its noon, it's about 75 degrees in the shade and rising and this guy is sitting in front of me in a suit and tie. All I have on is a short sleeved sport shirt, a pair of light slacks, no underwear and I'm bloody sweating. I didn't want to be rude so I looked at the man and asked if there was something I could do for him. "Are you Mr. FitzHugh?" "Works for me," I replied. "You haven't told me if there is something I could help you with." "Are you with the scouting movement?" "Yes, I am." I said not yet having stuck out my hand. And just as I was thinking of doing that, along comes my lunch. And the gods be merciful to anyone who gets between me and my lunch. The man doesn't bother to stick out his hand in greeting but he does barrel ahead. "My name is Charles C?.. I'm Devon's father." I didn't give away any clues that I know who Devon is but I was pretty sure this was the same, cute, 15 year old soccer bloke named Devon who had just become the newest member of Aaron's local branch of the cocksucker's fraternity. "And Devon is???" I asked as I picked up a French fry smothered in ketchup and started munching. In my mind, the Queen had not died; the Empire was evolving into the Commonwealth of Nations; the Pope was safe in Rome, and therefore, as Peter the Great once bellowed, 'there was absolutely no reason whatsoever for my lunch to get cold'. Of course, I was too polite to bellow in public but I wanted to.. "Devon has told me that he met one of your Venturer Scouts. I believe his name is Aaron." "And does that have anything in particular to do with me," I asked as I took a healthy bite out of my smoked meat on rye. "He asked his mother and I if he could join this Venturer Company you have. I called Mr. van Leeuwen, the Scoutmaster, to find out what a Venturer Company is and who is responsible for it. He sent me on to you." "I see. Well, Mr. Van Lees, as we affectionately call him, would do that. And, how did you find me?" I asked still pissed that he was interrupting my lunch. "My wife knows Andrea, Joris' wife. And, when my wife met her a little while ago and asked where you might be today, Andrea said she'd just seen you in the liquor store." "Does she go to your Church?" I asked politely. "No! Andrea is High Church of England and Joris is Dutch Reform, I think." "And to which karşıyaka escort Church do you and Devon belong?" "We belong to the Evangelical Church." "So why does Devon want to join the Venturer Company? How old is he now, 14?" "No! He's 15. He's talked about it a few times before but we didn't pay any attention until the weekend when we went to the Evangelical Convention and my wife told me he met Aaron on the way into the City. They must have talked about it and Devon kept saying how Aaron kept talking about how good the program was, (There was certainly no way I was going to tell him that Devon had certainly got with the program; but it was Aaron's personal program, not the Venturer program.) how there were a great bunch of young guys all from the same High School in it, and how they liked to do outdoor stuff like hiking and camping." Still playing the uninformed dummy which I can do rather well, I asked, "Has Devon done any hiking or camping?" "Devon's involved in our Church's youth group so he spends a lot of his time in bible study and other church related activities. The youth group has a summer camp down in the Eastern Townships near Missisquoi Bay that he has participated in for the past four or five years." "You realize, of course, that the Venturer Program is not a religious program nor is it affiliated with any Church although we do have different Churches who sponsor Scouting Groups. We do, in case Devon was interested, have a merit badge, called the Religion in Life Award, which is looked after by each respective church for the boys who wish to take it." "If I can be frank with you, James. Can I call you James?" I absolutely hate it when people presume and start calling me by my first name. Okay, I was younger than him but still, maybe 35 to my 25, we hadn't been properly introduced. While I don't want to come across as a snob, the rules followed in my family were that only after you were properly introduced and one gave permission; did you call them by their first name. I never, but never, dared call an elder in my family, or any other elder for that matter, by his or her first name without the prefix of Uncle George or Aunt May or when it came to neighbours, Mr. or Mrs. so and so. I never dared call my own gran, she's in her 80's bless her, anything but Ma'am. Granddad was just granddad, big, loveable, cuddily and we all called him grampy. It's just the way polite society operated. "You were going to be frank with me, Mr. C??" "Yes! Well I'm becoming a little concerned about Devon." "And why is that, Mr. C?..?" "Well! While my wife doesn't see it, I'm a little concerned that he's not masculine enough." "What's that mean, exactly, Mr. C?..?" "Well he does belong to the soccer team in school and the glee club. That's fine but he's not bringing home any girls if you get my drift." "Maybe he's a late bloomer; some young men are you know." I replied continuing to try and enjoy my lunch. "Yeah! So my wife, as if she knows anything beyond her name, keeps telling me. But I'm an Associate Pastor in my Church. Do you know what it would mean to my calling if Devon turns out to like boys and not girls?" "No, Mr. C?.. I have no idea but, and I can't speak as a father here because I don't have any children of my own, I would think the welfare of your son would come before your calling." I said biting into my smoked meat on rye as I tried to keep my rising anger under control. "I'd have to send him to my sister in Saskatchewan. I couldn't keep him around here because of the scandal." "If you'll pardon me, Mr. C?.. It's not up to me to pass judgement. I don't even know your boy. But, before you decide to allow him to join the Venturer Company do you know how one of them operates?" I asked thinking that once he found out that it wasn't authoritarian but a very democratic form of governance, he'd decide against it. "No! I don't." "A Venturer Company is not like Mr. van Lees scout troop in which I still retain the rank of Assistant Scoutmaster." I said popping another ketchup coated fry into my mouth. "And what's the difference?" "Well, the activities and the program of a Scout Troop are managed by the Scoutmaster and his assistants. They determine the program according to the guidelines set out by the National Council. A Venturer Company is self-governing. It develops its own constitution and by-laws. It elects its President and other officers. It decides what the focus of its activities is going to be. For example, my present Company, in which there are 14 Venturer Scouts, has decided that it will have a two pronged focus. For those who were in the Scout Troop before the Company was formed, they agreed that they would continue along the path of aspiring to their Queen Scout Award. That's the highest honour they can achieve. The other group, in other words the group in which Devon would find himself, decided that they wanted to be involved in mountaineering so this group, and those from the Queen Scout team who can, spend a lot of their available time climbing and hiking around in the Adirondack Mountains." "So what do you do, exactly?" "My role is not to govern but to advise and mentor. I work at guiding and advising the elected officers of the Company individually and in the various committees kartal escort they have set up. They have an Executive Committee composed of seven members namely a President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer and three Counsellors. The first four positions are all Scouts who were in the Troop and the three Councillors represent those who were not in the scout movement before they joined the company. There is also the Membership Committee composed of three individuals only one of whom was a scout before the formation of the company; the Queen Scout Committee which is the Group aspiring to attain the rank of Queen Scout; and the Activity Planning Committee which is responsible for laying out the annual activity plan and making the travel and reservation arrangements for everyone who is available to participate." "And you don't tell them what to do?" "Nope! They could fire me if I did and reach out to another person in the community to serve as their Advisor." I replied stuffing my face with another ketchup coated French fry. "Alright, what happens if I permit Devon to join this Venturer Company?" "Actually, it's not up to me. He would have to have a sponsor and, in this case, perhaps it may be Aaron. Once Devon fills out the application and you sign it giving your permission for him to join, the committee will call a meeting at which it, you and your son, Devon's sponsor who has no vote and I, who also has no vote, will meet. If they agree to let Devon join, they will recommend him to the Executive Committee who, in turn, will vote. If the vote is in the affirmative, Devon will be allowed a probationary period of three months. If he performs satisfactorily during his probation period, he will be offered full membership." "And, you don't have a say in any of this?" "Nope." I said taking another bite of my smoked meat on rye. "In fact, I have the exact same role as the Governor-General does in running the country. I can advise; I can warn; and, I can give or withhold consent." "Do you think this will help Devon?" "To tell you the truth, Mr. C?? I don't know Devon. I've never met him. I think maybe Aaron has mentioned that he has a possible candidate for membership but I don't think he gave me a name." "So what needs to be done?" "I'll talk to Aaron as soon as I can and ask him if Devon is the possible candidate. If he is, then I will ask Aaron to give him the form to be filled out. Once that's done and you've signed it and returned it to Aaron, he will submit it to the Membership Committee and a meeting will be called." "Okay, let's get on with it." He said rising from his seat and sticking out his hand for me to shake which I did. I admit I was rude because I hadn't risen to shake hands. But the hairs on the back of my neck stood up the whole time I spoke with him and I didn't like his attitude. Once he had gone, I called the waitress over and asked if she could warm up the other half of my sandwich, give me some fresh fries and bring me a glass of the house red wine. While my lunch was being warmed, I got back into the local news in my morning paper. ********** "Hey, what's up bud?" asked Aaron as he wrapped his arm around Devon's shoulder. "Not much, Aaron. How was your weekend in the big city." "It was funfuckintastic. I'll have to tell you about it sometime." He said as they walked down a near empty hall. Just as they got to the junction, Aaron steered them towards the right. "Where're we goin?" asked Devon more curious than anything. "Ever been to the Brother's change room? The one in the basement of their monastery?" "Fuck no. Other than I know that somehow the monastery where the Brother's live and the school are attached; I didn't know they had a changing room." "Yup. They're attached by an underground tunnel that very few know about and they are connected by the glass enclosed walkway that leads from their sleeping quarters, chapel and dining room located on the second and third floors. Everyone can see them walking back and forth between school and monastery." "I've never been on that end of the school so I've never seen the glass walkway. So! If they have the one on the second floor; why do they have the underground one?" "I've been told that it's not used that often anymore. The younger brothers who play soccer, football or hockey with the boys and those who act as referees for the various sports use it because that's where they change from their habits into their sports gear." "You mean the Brothers wear clothes other than their habits?" "Of course they do. Don't tell me you've never seen them out of their habits?" "Not really. When it's just practices, Brothers Vincent, Andrew, Jerome, Benedict and Columba wear their habits and just hitch up the ends of their long robes into their belts. When its intraschool matches; the referees are usually male teachers or volunteers from the local soccer federation." "Well, trust me on this, bud. I once saw Brother Ninian stripped down to his boxers when he was changing into his hockey gear." "Really!" "Yeah. Now listen up bud", said Aaron taking Devon's hand and bringing it over to his crotch to feel his rapidly hardening cock. "We haven't got much time. I haven't dumped a load since Sunday morning," said Aaron. "And," kastamonu escort he continued as he took his hand away from holding Devon's hand in place, "if I were a betting man, I'd say you were hungry for your second cup of cream which I am only too willing to supply." Aaron noticed that Devon continued massaging his dick to a full erection without any help from him. They stopped at a non-descript door. "Come on," said Aaron almost pulling Devon along behind him. They went down a few steps and entered a very dimly lit tunnel like hallway. Aaron led the way because he'd been through here before with one of the teachers when they went to get some new soccer balls the Brothers had stored away in their changing room so they wouldn't disappear in the school. At the end of the tunnel, they turned a corner and entered a larger room lit only by whatever natural light seeped through the narrow basement windows. This room had what looked like five cubicles on each side of the room. The center of each cubicle had a full length door with a small grill at the top for air circulation. "Each one of these changing cubicles is assigned to one of the younger Brothers. Since the Brothers practice modesty at all times, the cubicles provide complete privacy for them to change," remarked Aaron as he opened one of the cubicles so Devon could see the various pieces of sports clothing hung up or stored on shelves. Aaron picked one of the sweaters off a hook and showed it to Devon. See the big 'A' on the inside of the collar?" Devon nodded his head. "That tells us that this is Brother Anthony's cubicle." He said, as he closed the door and continued walking down towards the end of the hall. "But these two at the end are empty," said Aaron as he opened a cubicle door and pulled Devon inside. "This used to be Brother Sebastian's cubicle before he was transferred to their college in Toronto." "Really?" "Yup," said Aaron as he guided Devon to the wooden bench in the middle of the small space. Almost like clockwork the two boys slipped off their backpacks. Aaron took Devon's and stashed it with his in the corner. They both automatically removed their light school windbreakers and Aaron hung them up on the available hooks. Now with Devon sitting on the little wooden bench, Aaron stepped up in front of him and gently took his head in his hands. He slowly, ever so gently so that the denim material did not burn Devon's face, moved Devon's face back and forth along the jean covered cock. "Okay, bud," said Aaron in a husky voice. "If you want it; it's yours. But you have to unwrap it." Devon wasted no time unbuttoning the top of Aaron's jeans and lowering the zipper. There it was again; that smell. It wasn't a dirty smell. It was a young man's smell which consisted of part musk, part sweat and definitely part soap. Devon let Aaron pull his nose into his crotch hair. He loved this smell. It was intoxicating. His head was held there for a few moments so he could fill his lungs with the smell of its provider. There was no master-servant relationship here; it was the relationship of two young friends; one of whom had a beautiful 8 inch cock on offer and the other, a cocksucker wanting to service it. Although Aaron was definitely paying attention to his watch and the time, he knew that they had a little less than a half hour before the first bell to start the day sounded. He also knew that he would not take a half hour to empty the contents of his balls down Devon's throat. After he was sure that Devon's lungs were full of his crotch smell, he slowly eased Devon's head back so that the tip of his big one eyed monster was just outside Devon's lips. At just the right moment a nice little bubble of precum formed at the opening in the center of the spongy head. When Devon's parted his lips so that he could capture that little pearl drop with his tongue, Aaron eased forward so that the big spongy cock head road into Devon's mouth on his retreating tongue. This, thought Aaron, was a match made in heaven. Aaron was in no hurry. He wanted his new cocksucker to enjoy every moment of his morning task. He intended that there would be a lot more of them; maybe even a morning routine. As he slid his big cock to and fro in Devon's mouth, Aaron lifted his left leg up and firmly planted it on the small bench next to Devon. He slowly worked up the speed fucking Devon's face and throat and, once he felt the head of his dick ease into Devon's throat, he fucked that throat as if he was banging the cunt of one of those whores of Sodom he noticed poor Devon's predicament. Devon was all in a panic and said that maybe he should skip the 1st period and go home to change. "Nah, bud. There's no need," replied Aaron. "I got a pair of soccer shorts in my bag. Try them on and if they fit, they're yours for the day. You can wash them and return them tomorrow." When Devon had changed and straightened himself away, he followed Aaron back the way they came. When they got to the door that opened back into the school corridor, Aaron slowly pushed it open. The only people he saw were students moving in the other direction so their backs were to them. Aaron pushed the door open, hauled Devon out behind him, closed the door, wrapped his arm around Devon's shoulders and looking at his watch said; "See, we've five minutes before the 1st bell." Both boys giggled as they walked to their lockers to begin another school day. Note: If you liked this little story, give constructive criticism or just want to rant , feel free to drop me a note at ail If you would like to hear more of Aarons adventures, drop me a note and let me know.