Bubba and Friends ovdoc April, 2014




I was already known as a popular scout leader. I had the biggest troop in town. Not only did I have boys coming from all over town; I had a few boys from neighboring towns traveling to my troop every week. With about six very active patrols and a Staff patrol, I had some sixty boys attending each meeting. And was further supported by several leaders (fathers of boys in the troop). The troop even had a large trophy case full of awards that faced you as you entered the meeting hall. My decisions were not to be questioned. My reputation spoke for itself.


Each meeting started with a thirty minute game that was intended to give the boys a chance to work off some energy before getting down to the serious business. It also provided the boys a chance to get better acquainted with each other. Many a friendship had started with the competition and frolic of the games. Some of the boys had picked their patrol by getting familiar with members and boy leaders during the fun games. The opening game was designed for the troop, not the patrol.


When the time came for formality, I would loudly notify the Senior Patrol Leader to prepare the troop for the meeting. Being a boy leader for some sixty boys meant a lot of responsibility. The “Senior” had his own staff to support him. His first command was usually “By patrol: make troop formation”. Boys scampered to get properly dressed. Full scout uniform was required at every meeting. Then you got in line by patrol, standing at ease waiting for the order to come to attention - an order given by the Senior as a sign of respect to the Scoutmaster. It was also a sign that the time for goofing off is over. In an instant, sixty boys became a troop snapping noisily to a smart looking silent group of young men, each wearing his own uniform indicating his position and status in his troop.


A prayer opened every meeting. Then came the pledge to the country’s flag. And finally the Scout Oath and Law always while facing the Troop Flag. Each scout went from the scout salute to the scout sign. Visitors and guests were to show their respect by standing until the opening ceremony was done. Then every one was seated.


My first words to the troop came after the Senior’s command: “Stand at Ease”. I would usually start by saying:”We have a few notices.” That was followed by recognizing any scout or patrol that had earned some special award or badge. Then I would announce the next camping trip, hike, or special event. Once done, I would turn the meeting back over to the Senior who presented the program.


I mention all this because it would be at this point that I would introduce myself to guests and new applicants. And one night that’s when I met Bubba and his dad. They had shown up to visit the troop. Bubba was now twelve and wanted to become a scout. His dad agreed and wanted to check out the neighborhood troop. The three of us hit it off and I showed them around the scout house. We had our own meeting hall, which included my office, a kitchen, two storerooms, and two classrooms. Bubba signed up that night. His dad made it clear he was very impressed that such a large troop was so well organized.


Bubba fascinated me. Not only was he a gorgeous lad, but I couldn’t believe his nick-name was Bubba. He was a little small and thin for his age; had light brown hair and eyes; and seemed a little shy for some one named Bubba. Bubba was a name usually given to a boy or man who was tough and agressive. Bubba just didn’t seem to fit. I would later discover that the name described the boy a lot more than I thought. Both the dad and the son would turn out to be aggressive and impish.


My first clue came about a week later when Bubba came in early to attend a new boy training group. Although no one else had shown up yet, I was impressed that Bubba was so anxious to get started and invited him to my office to get acquainted. He followed me to the office and sat on a couch as we chatted about scouts, school, and family.


After some fifteen or so minutes, I announced that I needed to take a leak, and stood to leave. Bubba also stood. He also needed to go and would go with me. A little surprised, I just nodded. I thought maybe he wasn’t sure where to go and wanted to follow me, but young boys are usually timid about going to the restroom with a grownup.


The restroom next to my office is pretty much open with a commode on one wall. Next to that is a urinal for several boys. There is a basin on another wall to wash in. It has a large mirror over it that allows you to watch the boys in the room. I would allow Bubba to go to the urinal first so as not to look too anxious, but hoped to get a peek at his goodies. Not to worry. As we walked into the restroom, Bubba unzipped his fly and had pulled his little three inch uncut dicklet out ready to let loose. When I paused to let him go first, he looked a little surprised that I was shy and moved to one side of the urinal waiting for me to join him. Taking the invite, I unzipped and stood facing him with my dick very much exposed like his.


As I pulled out a seven inch very stiff thick shaft, Bubba stared openly. He was not the least bit shy. Instead, he smiled and said “You got a big one and it’s stiff.” He didn’t show any surprise at my stiff or it’s size, but he did take his time and look it over. It was clear he was curious.


I looked his over and replied “Yours looks good for your age. It’ll be as big as mine one day.”


It took a while for us to get it going, but when we did, we played around a little cross pissing and even touching them together as we finished. Bubba once again surpised me by reaching timidly over to wrap a hand around my shaft which once again responded by getting very stiff. He watched me intently as he carefully felt it up gently pumping it. As tempting as it was to seduce him, or be seduced by him, there were others due for the meeting. I reluctantly backed off explaining that we needed to wait, but would do this again. Bubba looked a little disappointed, but agreed.


I was somewhat confused as to who was coming on to who, but my intentions were clear. I wanted this beautiful little imp. But noise coming from the meeting hall meant we would wait. Reluctantly, we made ourselves presentable and headed to meet the new guests.


It would be a week later before we met again. The troop was camping out in the mountains. His dad was going to join us along with a couple dozen boys. We arrived early Friday afternoon so we could hike the mile or so to our camp site. It was a beautiful warm day. Most of the boys were in shorts and tee shirts, as was Bubba. The boys stopped as we reached the camping area to take a leak. I enjoyed taking the time to catch a few exposed, as always, but being careful not to get caught looking. I had been taking photos so I managed to get into a close-up position just in front of Bubba to get one of his pride spewing pee. He saw me zooming in on him and smiled ear to ear knowing I was taking a picture of him. I took several. Bubba was helping by holding the pose long enough for me to zoom in. I couldn’t believe it. I’m glad he didn’t call his dad, but surprised he posed for me. He grinned proudly as if pleased I wanted pictures of him.

I began to realize Bubba had read me and somehow knew I wanted to play boy games with him. That came as no surprise to him, and he saw no reason to pretend it did.


Our chance to get better acquainted came when there was a very noisy and heavy down pour that afternoon. Camping on the top of a mountain had exposed us to a sudden thunder storm. The cloud was right on top of us. Even those boys who got their rain gear on were thoroughly soaked even though the storm only lasted a few minutes.


When the rain let up, I passed the message for every one to get out of the wet clothes, hang them out to dry, and change into dry clothing to prevent getting a cold. The boys were used to this kind of weather, especially those with any time in the troop. The older boys immediately peeled off the wet clothes hanging them out to dry. Suddenly there were a dozen or so boys walking about in undies, most in the nude. The younger boys didn’t want to look afraid or dumb, so they timidly followed suit. Most of the boys then dried off as they disappeared in their tents to find some dry clothes.


Bubba’s dad, Jeff, watched as the boys undressed and dried off. He did the same. Bubba wasted no time getting out of his clothes and walked about nude. His dad got a towel, dried off, and asked me if we didn’t worry about boys seeing each other nude. I smiled and asked why that would matter. Boys may be curious, but once that curiosity is satisfied, they feel as comfortable as the adults do. Nudity is not feared unless there is a reason to fear it. But the boys are free to do as their parents teach them. Scouting has a chance to undo some of the false shame we teach our children. Jeff agreed wholeheartedly, and wanted to talk to me privately later. I was afraid he had just changed his mind about my troop. Then he took his son into their tent to change. Bubba seemed reluctant. Dad insisted.


My next chance with Bubba came after the camp fire that night. It was customary for my boys to pee on the embers after the fire was over. They would form a circle around the embers, pull out their peckers, and let go. Any boy who wanted could look at the others - boys or men. Any boy could opt out if he wanted, but most considered this some sort of ritual for scouts. Again, Jeff was amazed that no one made a big deal out of it. There was a little giggling as the boys tried to out do each other, but each knew this was the time to pee before going to bed.


Jeff and I had a cup of coffee after the others had gone to bed. To my surprise, he was very pleased with the troop. He explained that he was considered different in his views. He was a vegatarian, but ate fish. We are not vegatarian. He was willing to overlook that, but they would bring their own food. Then came the bombshell. His family were nudists. They understood that there was no nudist troop in the area, but just wanted us to understand that his family did not conform to clothing at home or when camping as a family. He was pleased that I did not mind that the boys went nude at times, and that I was at ease with nudity. I admitted to him that I had been part of a nudist family when younger, and had been camping nude. But most of the families would not approve of nudist activities. He understood that, but felt we should encourage nudity. We agreed to discuss that further. It was getting late, so we headed into our tents. Jeff and Bubba had set up their tent next to mine.


As soon as Jeff entered his tent, I could hear Bubba chatting with him. And soon after Jeff had undressed and turned out the lantern, I could hear strange moans coming from the tent. I wasn’t sure, but it sure sounded like they were having fun. I felt jealous, but then they were family. If Bubba was in my tent, he would be busy with me. Accepting my fate, I cuddled up alone and soon dozed off.


I can’t be sure how long I had been asleep before I had the feeling some one was slipping into my sleeping bag. Who ever it was, seemed to be tugging at my undies to pull them down. I really thought I must be dreaming. Still, I lifted my waist and felt them slide down. There was the feeling someone was playing with my seven inch stiff. I decided if it wasn’t a dream, I would just pretend to still be asleep and see what they had in mind. It wasn’t long before I felt a warm wet tongue doing a fantastic job on my shaft. I turned onto my back opening my crotch to let him have his way with it. He was soon bobbing up and down pushing it deep into his mouth. He even paused at times to work on my balls, then went back to work on the shaft. Whoever this was knew what he was doing. And he seemed to be doing it really well.


The shaft was getting pretty close to blowing it’s load. My hands just automatically moved down to hold his head in place. I had passed the backing off point. My waist was now starting to hump upwards to feed him all I had to offer. I could feel my dick head pushing past the back of his mouth and into his throat. He wasn’t gagging so he knew how to handle that. I plunged deep and held it in as my first shot blasted coating his stomach. He swallowed quickly and held on as I pulled back blasting my second shot in his mouth. Then I pushed deep again and shot again. My guest had a mouth full of cum when I finished.

I pulled him up and gave him a hug whispering that he was fabulous. Even in the dark I could tell somehow that this was Bubba. He and I hugged and he accepted a passionate French kiss that lasted a long time. Bubba and I rested and felt each other up thoroughly. Finally, he pulled away from me and slid out of my bag disappearing into the night. I thought I heard him mumble something to his dad when he got back to his own tent. Then silence.


Nothing was mentioned of the incident that morning, but both Bubba and his dad were pleased when I announced the group would have a “skinnydip” following lunch. It went along with their nudist policy. Most of the boys complied. There was no playing around though. The boys were a little shy with a new dad there, but we didn’t do that much at a swim anyway. This did provide a chance for the braver boys to get nude. There might be a little playful groping, but not much else. That came at night. More privacy. The one exception was Bubba. He came on a little more friendly than the others. And when no one was watching, I took him off to my tent where I worked on his four inch stiff to relieve it. As before, Bubba was very vigorous when he orgasmed, but was not yet pumping a load. Our absence was hardly noticed.


There was also the campfire fun that night. While Bubba’s dad was entertaining the boys with a campfire tale, Bubba and I slipped off into the dark where he once again showed his expertise at pleasing. We had slipped a little ways off the trail where I dropped my shorts and watched as Bubba easily engulfed my shaft and held on as I humped his face. After he had shown me how good he was at swallowing my load, we quickly finished up and rejoined te group as the story finished.


Jeff called me shortly after the campout. He told me he had talked to his family. Since I accepted nudity and had been to a nudist camp, he had decided to invite me on the next mountain hike with his family. It came as a total surprise. I knew it was also a test to see if I would accept. Jeff had been courting a woman for a couple of years. They were planning to get married. He already had two boys and a girl, in addition to Bubba. They would also be going. And Bubba was bringing his best friend who had been camping with them before. His name was Kevin and he wanted to join the troop. I accepted. Clothing would be optional.


The trip to camp was not exceptional. We hiked in to a remote camp. Once there, Jeff and his woman went nude. She was at ease with it, and attractive, but not petite. Bubba followed soon after, encouraging me to follow his example. His sister was a doll, just a little shorter than Bubba. When the two younger brothers stripped down, she came out of her tent nude, looking me over shyly. Kevin was a fourteen year old surprisingly well built fot his age. His dick was half erect, and at least as long as mine with a distinct curve to the right side. His large ball sac had dropped. He and I had sort of hit it off on the trip to camp. Kevin didn’t mention nudity, but I think some one had questioned whether I was longer because he walked over beside me so the others could check. This seemed to satisfy everyone’s curiosity. Bubba’s sister, Maria, whistled her approval. I’m sure I must have blushed a little. Every one still had lots to do to set up camp and start dinner. Jeff reprimanded the group that we were now aware of our sex and looks. We should put that behind us. I knew from experience that this was just the beginning. Nudists, like anyone else, are people attracted to other people. They are just more aware of what the others look like. Their attraction is more likely going to depend on personality than appearance.


Jeff’s kids did not make it easy on me being around nude people. It had been years since I had been to a nudist camp and you tend to be well aware that the people around you are naked, especially when they are looking you over. I’m sure I kept a semi-erect stiff noticed by all, but not openly stared at. Jeff just winked at me knowingly. Maria was old enough to know that guys were very sensitive to certain sexual come-ons such as looks and touch. She was also a tease, who was curious about how far she could go to cause a boy or man to get excited so she could smirk at him. She had sandy blond hair with only a scattering of fuzz pubes, and knew she was soon going to be very much active. Her little brothers, Jimmy and Brian, ignored her teasing, but Bubba and Kevin had trouble hiding their boners when she chose to tease. I was sensitive to both male and female, but had convinced myself that she was just too young.


As luck would have it, things went pretty smoothly that week end. There were a couple times when Bubba and Kevin disappeared for awhile, but Jeff kept us busy socializing and doing camping training. I was busy teaching the kids camping skills like knot-tying and nature. Maria was a girl scout, and well trained as well. Bubba was determined to become an Eagle Scout. The younger boys were in the Cubs. Even Kevin was interested in being a scout, but Bubba was more interested in Kevin’s body. I didn’t blame him, but I was a little disappointed that he wasn’t chasing me this time.


The camp out had made a difference though. Bubba was back to visiting me at the meeting hall, but now he often brought Kevin with him. When he arrived, he let me know he wanted to play on the wrestling mats stored in the back room. We didn’t wrestle though. We did strip down and invent some new wrestling holds by having vigorous sex in any position you could name.


My first time with Kevin, I found out he had been trained to please. Kevin was almost as tall as I was; just not as heavy. He had been trained by an uncle to have sex with men for money. He never asked for money from me, but he told me that his dad worked for Jeff. That’s how he met Bubba. He had been to bed with both Bubba and his dad. Bubba loved what Kevin could do with that six inch banana dick. He had learned to take it in and let Kevin work his butt over. Kevin loved the attention, and could easily bring Bubba off without touching his dick although Bubba would go ape trying to get off by jerking off. Once Kevin let him go, I would take my turn. Sometimes I would also get Kevin. He liked that. Kevin had learned to enjoy sex. I also gave him a few dollars. Kevin had learned to make his own money. I’m pretty sure Jeff had enjoyed his talents too. With Kevin, all you had to do was tell him what you wanted. He took it from there.


For about a year, I learned that Bubba’s family was into a lot more than nudity. One day, Maria showed up at the meeting hall with a boy from school. She asked for Bubba, but then asked if she could talk to me about “doing stuff” in return for meeting her friend there. She knew Bubba was coming to visit me. She knew why. She even agreed her friend would have to do what I asked to prove they would stay quiet. She was sure he wouldn’t talk if he knew she and I would claim he was a “perve”.


Her offer fascinated me. Maria seemed to be more interested in a power play than in a love affair. Maybe puppy love would be a better term. One thing was sure. Her curiosity about sex and boys had turned her into a very active adolescent nudist. Besides, her friend was a good looking young teen passive enough to go along with whatever it took to get into her panties. I doubt he had had a girl before meaning that Maria was getting a cherry boy. She was having fun teasing him by openly groping at his crotch. He wasn’t sure about me, but was horny enough to agree to anything to find out about sex. Maria had warned him to let her do the talking.


I let them in, locked up the building, and led them to a back room I had set up to entertain friends. I had been meeting Bubba and Kevin there. It had a floor mat that folded out to a good sized comfortable bed. There I told Maria and Kyle, her friend, to disrobe and started doing so myself. I kinda felt sorry for Kyle because I knew Maria had no problem with that. As a nudist, she always looked forward to getting naked and had already seen me nude several times. This was new to Kyle. He was a fourteen year old whose sex life up to now had been jerking off alone in the family bathroom or bedroom at home. Both Maria and I were impressed with his good looks. He looked younger than his age, but had a very attractive body. I was also surprised to note that Maria was showing an amazing change in her appearance. Her breasts were suddenly sprouting into two pert little hills with dark nubs that made you want to feel them and cuddle them. Kyle’s eyes were locked on them. He had never seen a girl’s breasts before. Not without clothing of some type. Maria just smiled at him. She had seen boys show fascination at a girl’s anatomy before and paused to let Kyle get his fill, then gently patted his crotch, which had by now began growing. He just turned beet red. He hardly even noticed I was there at this point.


Maria quickly proceeded, removing a pair of tight pink silk panties that didn’t hide much anyway. I noticed she was now shaving the crotch area and was going into the growth stage. She was still a twelve year old, but had told me she was not yet having menstrual periods. No matter. Kyle had frozen. He had never seen anything like this. It was Maria that slid her fingers under his tighty whiteys and pulled them gently over his bulging six inch shaft. He was very well built for his age. I’m sure Maria knew that. And while he stared in disbelief at her nude body parts, she dropped his briefs to hold and feel up his dick and balls. Kyle responded with soft moans and sighs far too awe struck to handle his fascination. Both Maria and I were loving this. As she moved up to feel his chest and to kiss him passionately, I took the opportunity to start stroking his already rock hard dick,


Kyle was already moaning in pleasure by the time I had slid down far enough to lick and slowly engulf his tool. I doubt he really understood he was getting his first blow job - and it was from a man now nude and in bed with him. Kyle had been taught this was gay, but no one explained it would feel so good. As I made myself more comfortable, I also took in more of his shaft, licking and gently sucking as he was kept busy by Maria. She was having too much fun playing with him to realize his dick was being used by someone else.


When Maria wanted to go back to playing with Kyle’s dick, she found it was already being used, and looked confused as if wondering what she should do now. Knowing she would want him back, I smiled up at her and backed off. It was only then that Kyle realized a gay guy was blowing him. He watched silently as Maria’s mouth took my place probably as confused as she was. Both had agreed to my taking part in their play, but neither had actually seen me in action or considered what it would be like. Neither was upset. Maria knew I had been fooling around with her big brother, and had probably seen other nude kids doing stuff. She knew what boys did to some extent, but she had not joined them. Kyle only knew what he had heard.


I wasn’t all that interested in doing Maria, but Kyle was cute and built. I would back off for now, but would definitely do more with him later. Maybe with her too. For now though, I would let Maria have her way with him. He was already aware that his first sex had been fun - and had been with a guy. As soon as Maria took my place, I left them alone to enjoy themselves. When they joined me later in my office, both were happy and Kyle was much more educated about sex. We had a drink and chatted about their new relationship. Both agreed to keep our secret meeting secret. Maria wanted to be sure Bubba and her family would not hear about this. And Kyle was in no hurry to explain his actions either.


I would meet both of them again in coming days, but did not go to bed with Maria again. Kyle came back alone shortly after, just to chat, and wound up going to bed with me to get another blow job. He had liked it and decided gay stuff was fun as long as no one knew he was doing it. That included giving blow jobs, and eventually it included offering to roll over for me. He watched as I applied the K-Y lub and waited patiently as I stretched him before slowly offering him my seven inch heavy dick. I had explained it would be painful at first. And it was. Kyle did as I asked, and tried to relax. Fortunately, once I was in, he discovered there was something that made him like having me inside him, and he began to give in to my thrusts. By the time I was pumping my load, he was meeting my thrusts by raising up to receive me. He had just given up his anal cherry, and was now willing to do it again. We became close friends.


About a year later, he found a new girl friend and decided he should stop getting screwed (although he never did object).


Maria had also moved on to other boys and made no secret that she liked sex. We would still meet many times. She understood what I wanted from boys, and she let them know she was worth it. She had become hooked on “big boys” meaning boys with big dicks.


In the meantime, I was still meeting Bubba alone at the meeting hall. He and I were having some hot sex, but I knew he was also seeing someone else. Maybe more than one. He was way too good to be new at this. He cleared that up one day when he showed up with a new boy named Jason. Jason and Bubba were also friends. He was a good looking guy tall and lanky with sandy blond hair. Bubba explained that he and Jason had met at school. They had agreed to meet at Jason’s home and wound up having sex. Jason had loved it so much that he would come to Bubba’s home where he would stay in Bubba’s room with the door locked to “jump Bubba’s body”.


Jason met Kevin and fell in love with Kevin’s long dick (and what Kevin could do with it). In fact, I think both Bubba and Jason loved what Kevin did. Bubba decided to share Jason and called me. We met at my place and within fifteen minutes Jason had his clothes off showing me his fourteen year old six inch cut tool. I didn’t have a chance (not that I minded). Both Jason and Bubba helped me undress. By the time I had laid back on my bed, Jason was spread out between my legs with my dick buried in his mouth. As Bubba watched and smiled, Jason bobbed up and down on my dick. He had no intention of letting up until I came. When he had drained me, he moved on to Bubba, who had also undressed to join in. Before the fun was over, I had screwed both Bubba and Jason. All of us were pretty well worn out, but Jason was ready and willing to go for more. We wound up making plans to meet again - this time including Kevin.


Just what was going on at Bubba’s home, I wasn’t sure, but I knew things were getting out of hand. Kevin had turned into a hustler, and was making films for lots of money. He was losing interest in our gang. Bubba’s dad and I warned Jason to back off a little. He had decided to do the whole troop, and was openly a gay boy. Jeff and I understood that the parents would not allow Jason to stay.


The final straw came when Bubba’s two younger brothers showed up at my place with Jason, who had told them I was gay and would let him show them how to have sex. Both were interested enough to follow him to see me. The boys, Brian and Jimmy were eleven and twelve years old. I knew Bubba’s dad would find out and would quit the program. He had already threatened to start his own program. I turned Jason down. He later had sex with Brian and Jimmy in a wooded area near the scout house. He also had sex with another boy who told his dad. Dad called me and Jeff. He was not happy, and threatened to go to the scout office (but did not).


Jeff started a troop of his own. Scouting had started going easier on gay boys, and would eventually allow gay boys in the program, but not adults, which was not good enough for Jeff. He left the program.


Jason met a man from another city who wanted him. Jason ran away from home.


Bubba discovered girls, and started dating. He would turn bisexual, get married, and have children.


I would soon retire, move to a new community, and settle down a little, but I’ll never forget when I had more sex than I could keep up with.


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