5-The Canadian Connection -5 Ovdoc

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Chapter 5: Hosting Peterborough Scouts

That following summer, a group of scouts from Petersborough contacted me. They wanted to visit the area, and wanted to know if we could host them. They would spend ten days. They wanted to tour the area, visit the beach, military base, and maybe the nation’s capital. I agreed we could set that up. The visit was set.

At a meeting, we decided we would greet them with a dinner, then invite them to spend the first night at our scout meeting hall which was a building pretty much convenient to the area. The scout house was used for scouting and youth activities. It had a large meeting hall capable of being converted to a dining hall or an overnight sleeping area if need be. This would make it possible to introduce the host families to their guests, allow the boys to spend a night together before splitting up to spend a day at a guest home, then meet back at the scout house before climbing on a tour bus to visit attractions in our part of the country. The nation’s capitol is only a few hours away which is always a popular tour. We even set up a shower so the boys and leaders could freshen up and change as needed. There was also sports gear and extra rooms for leaders and equipment.

It was July. The temperature was really hot that time of year. If anything could go wrong, it would be that the building would be hot. The only air conditioning was two large fans in the attic that drew air through the building to cool things off. On the day our guests arrived, one of the fans shutdown. It was to late to change plans. The dinner went as planned. Then we cleared the building so our guests could relax while we converted the dining area to a sleeping area. In order to allow some privacy for showering, lounging, and sleeping, we needed to close off the area to traffic. That meant closing the entrances to regulate visitors. It would also mean the summer heat would increase in the building.

Still, things went pretty well considering that our Canadian boys were not used to hot, humid nights. To ease the discomfort, I announced that cool showers were available and would be a relief from the heat.

We had about a dozen Canadian boys from twelve to sixteen years. And I had forgotten that they were not as shy about bathing as us locals. We had set up cots side by side in the meeting hall. The folding cots could quickly be moved in the morning to make room for dining tables and lounging. But for that night, it would be a different problem although a pleasant one for me.

The boys were pleased that the formalities were over for now. They had removed the dress uniforms to get comfortable. That meant there were lots of boys running around in shorts. Much cooler that way. Both my boys and my visitors were happy to wear only the shorts. And the announcement that showers would cool you off was readily accepted as an invitation to become more relaxed.

The first change I noticed was that our guests got shed of the shorts leaving only their very brief skivvies. First it was just a few, mostly the younger ones. They didn’t have that much to show, but what they had was easily apparent through the thin cotton undies. Their leader, Lou, didn’t seem concerned so I just went along with it. I was getting an eye full. And I loved watching the round firm butts moving about. My local boys looked a little surprised at first, but then decided that if it was more comfortable, why not? A few just went along with the flow.

The second change was due to a young daring Canadian boy named Donald. He decided to take a cool shower and asked me if that was all right. I turned to look at a small boy that looked to be twelve. He was wearing only a bikini style pair of undies. He had a terrific smile, but had a small scrape on his chin that looked like a recent injury. I asked what happened. He looked a little irritated that I had noticed, but mumbled that he fell during the trip. I offered to treat it for him and he reluctantly agreed.

We went to my office for the first aid kit. I had him sit down on a stool. Donald was small even for twelve, but had a nice bare chest and a thin waist that broadened out to an amazingly plump butt with well rounded buns. As he sat down on the stool, he opened his legs showing a nice bulge for his size and age. I also noticed his ball sac had dropped and grown, which made me wonder about his age. I probably stared a little to long. His young bulge seemed to fill out a little. He smiled as his face reddened. I quickly went back to clean and dress the scrape. I decided to leave the sore open explaining it would heal faster. I was done.

The door to the bathroom and shower was across the hall from my office. Donald had brought his towel with him. I watched as he crossed over and opened the door. I told him I would coat the sore again when he had showered. He nodded. I also followed, explaining that I needed to take a leak. The bathroom was next to the shower. There was no separation between the dressing room and the toilet. Donald watched as I faced the urinal and opened the zipper. I knew it might take a minute to take a leak. I had a pretty good stiff from looking over this snack that was sliding out of his undies, but I was facing away from him. That didn’t stop me from looking behind me to peek.

I got a good look at Donald’s goodies as he paused before stepping into the shower. He had a bigger dick than I had thought. It appeared to e about four inches soft, and had very little foreskin. The ball sac was dropping with testes about the size of pecans. This kid was going to be hung. There was even some fuzz showing at the base of the shaft. Once again, Donald caught me looking. As our eyes met, he just smiled and stepped under the shower. I went back to my office.

When Donald came back into my office, he was still nude, but was drying himself off. He had come back so I could reapply the soothing lotion to his scrape. He paused with the drying as I applied the lotion. He knew I was going to want another peek at his goodies. I wanted to take it further, but there were boys going back and forth to the bathroom. To much chance that I would be caught. But I did get a close up look at his goodies, and watched sadly as he slid on his undies. I felt a little jealous as we returned to the lounge. Donald was again wearing very small tighty whiteys that did nothing to hide his package.

 I had to remind myself that we had just met. I knew I was going to get to know him a lot better. No particular reason. Call it gaydar maybe. I had picked up a strong feeling that Donald knew what I wanted from him. And I did not doubt he was willing. His smile was one of a Cheshire cat about to catch an unsuspecting mouse. Made me wonder who the predator was supposed to be.

There wasn’t much either of us could do that night though. The cots were set up side by side in an open room. Although it was dark enough to sleep, a night light had been set up to allow every one to see enough to get around during the night. That turned out to be a good thing for me. It was hot enough that the boys had decided to put aside their modesty and sleep on top of their covers. Once my eyes got accustomed to the light, I could make out a lot of boys laying on their backs showing off their bulges. More than one of us was ogling and trying to readjust our own bulges. Before getting any sleep, I slipped into the bathroom long enough to relieve the stiff that was keeping me up.

If I had any idea that the surprises were over, early the next morning that would change. I woke up to several boys giggling and chattering as they headed to the bathroom. I sat up to see what was going on. Laying on top of the covers on one of the cots was a nice looking sixteen year old teen. He was completely exposed showing a semi-hard six inch dick that lay over a full set of mature balls. He had a nice bush and looked to be very well endowed. He was also very much still asleep. He had no way of knowing that a half dozen admirers were ogling his treasures.

I recognized the scout instantly as the junior leader of the Canadian scout group named Bryan. He had made the mistake the day before of answering a question about his badges. One of my scouts had asked what his rank was. He had answered by telling the scout he was a “Queen”. The scout wasn’t sure if he was referring to rank or sexual preference. Around our area a queen was a gay person. The scout came to me giggling that a Canadian scout had claimed he was a queen.

When I confronted Lou, their leader, he explained that the scout was equal to one of our Eagle scouts. In Canada (at that time), the highest rank was actually called Her Majesty’s Scout, often called a Queen’s Scout. I called Bryan aside and explained to both of them that a “queen” was what local scouts referred to as a gay person. We agreed that Bryan would be Her Majesty’s Scout, and I announced that to my scouts which put an end to the giggling. I also introduced Bryan as the boy leader of the Canadians. He would have the respect as the ranking boy leader, since my senior scout was David, a fourteen year old Star Scout.

Bryan woke up shortly after he had been discovered with his briefs down around his knees. He sat up quickly pulling up his shorts and scanning the room looking for some one. That some one was Donald, who was sitting on the side of his cot a short distance away looking very innocent. That didn’t keep Bryan from warning him that this wasn’t over. Bryan went on to loudly accuse Donald of having pulled his undies down and of having his way with him during the night. My scouts looked amazed and amused at the charges. The Canadian boys were watching both Bryan and Donald, but not saying much.

I must have looked very confused (which I was). Lou and Bryan led me to the office to explain what the Canadian scouts already knew. Donald had been caught by Bryan trying to get into his shorts while he slept. A fight had ensued. Donald was knocked to the floor causing him to scrape his chin. That explained the nasty sore I had treated. Bryan was sure Donald had tried again. He was very embarrassed and angry. He wanted his revenge and was going to have it. Lou tried to convince Bryan to at least wait until they got back to Canada. Bryan was not going to lay off Donald that long. He felt his leadership had been damaged because Donald had intentionally left him nude in front of every one.

I agreed that we had to face the problem with Donald so that this sort of thing would not happen again. I explained to Lou that in my troop a boy who had done such a thing would be punished either by going for a “nature walk” in the woods with the senior scout or by admitting he was a fag and leaving the troop. Lou liked the idea that the boys would handle the problem, so he agreed that Donald should have a talk with Bryan and David in private. We would arrange for that talk while the rest of the boys had their breakfast. That way, Lou and I would be nearby to make sure no one got hurt.

Donald was led off to a store room with foam rubber floor mats rolled up and stored. David and Bryan went with him. The three of them would have breakfast after their talk. They would make rules that Donald would keep until he got back to Canada. Bryan agreed he would not beat up Donald as that was not an example for the other boys, but he insisted that Donald had had sex with him during the night. He vividly remembered dreaming that something warm and wet was causing him to feel really good. He was sure he had shot off, but there was no evidence of a wet dream, just his undies down at his knees. Some one had sucked him off. He knew that some one was Donald.

I had my doubts about including David, but this was to be discipline handled by the boy leaders. My problem with that was that David and I had been sexually involved for about a year. Not only was David built, but he was not above using a gay boy for his own pleasure. And Donald was definitely looking a lot like a gay boy. If Bryan told David what Donald had done to him, David would want some of that. I knew him well enough to know that he had insisted that a few other willing boys demonstrate their talents for him. David loved blow jobs.

The three boys were finished shortly after breakfast was done. Maybe about an hour. Not much longer than that. They came out of the back room remarkably quiet and composed. No tears or threats. And they went about eating their eggs and bacon as if starved. When their breakfast was done, Donald was told to clean up. He did so without arguing. Donald wasn’t even complaining?

Bryan, David, and I went to the office to discuss what had been decided. Lou got the others ready to go on tour. David explained that he had insisted Donald should show him what he had done to Bryan. When Bryan refused to let Donald undress him to show David, he was told to show them by using David. He did - gladly. Bryan watched amazed as Donald removed David’s shorts and blew him. David loved it. Donald was a pro. Bryan loosened up a little realizing he had slept through his blow job and had missed something. Donald agreed to do it again. Bryan let him. Then David (who had a six inch thick dick and was also well endowed for his age) laid Donald over a rolled up mat where he and Bryan enjoyed another past time. Donald was not new to the game. He allowed them their fun. Bryan agreed he would forgive Donald’s behavior providing he let them keep him satisfied for the rest of the trip. Donald was more than happy to take on both of them. He had watched as each boy took their turn sliding their dick inside him and humping until they had deposited still another load inside him. He had already taken one load by mouth, and now was getting the second. Bryan had changed his mind about Donald. They had worked things in and out, and could contnue to do that.

To my surprise, Bryan had let David take the lead in the agreement. He told me that he liked Donald a lot better. He was still not happy that Donald had left him nude and looking foolish in front of the others. But, on the other hand, he sure liked getting a blow job, and Donald sure knew how to please. They had agreed that Donald would go by the rules Bryan dictated. Donald had proved to be better than any one Bryan had ever had sex with.

In the days to follow, I joined Bryan and David taking Donald to the back room when no one noticed or missed us. Donald had plenty to do keeping us happy. He had no problem taking me on in addition to David and Bryan. And I had assured him I could show him how to enjoy te games more. I showed him the different positions, how to sixty nine, how to slow down an orgasm, and how to make others want to provide more pleasure for him. Donald was a willing and a great student. I also found out Donald was thirteen, not twelve. That explained why he looked older sexually. His body would soon catch up. At least twice every day, one or more of us found time to help Donald relieve his energy. It was our duty to help keep him happy.

 I’m sure the others had their suspicions that we were up to something, but then it wasn’t like Donald was being asked to do anything he didn’t want to do. And the visit was going much better with Donald under control. Not to mention that it was a trip he would not soon forget.

What about Lou? Although I think Lou and Bryan slipped off alone at times, I really don’t know about him. He usually went to Bryan to discuss Donald. And I usually went to David who I give credit for solving the problem with Donald. The thing that amazed me about this whole story is that it was always the Canadians that were more liberal when it came to accepting gay sex games, but this time it was Bryan who was the problem - and David who was the solution. On the other hand, there were other Canadian scouts who were not the least bit shy about showing me their goodies. And the other Canadian scouts accepted that Donald was gay. That didn’t bother them. They were more concerned that he needed to be more private about his affairs. It wasn’t proper to jump someone while they were asleep.

Did they also use Donald? If they did, it was private and personal. Donald did not discuss it. There were at least a few of them that knew what Donald was being accused of. Curiosity would cause them to want to know how far he would go with them. But then, I have no idea how many of the boys had their own arrangements with other boys either. Boys get horny and sometimes find games to play with their friends. It helps relieve them and makes them closer. Knowing that you’re not doing anything your friends are also doing makes it even better.

All in all, I was very pleased that we had shown the visitors a great time. David and I had become better friends during the visit. Bryan wound up sharing a couple of three way orgies with me and David. This was in addition to the regular games with Donald. All four of us became totally at ease with each other. We avoided being nude in front of the others because there was no way we could keep our dicks flaccid when we got together. At times, that got to be a joke just between us. At times that was the reason we would find time to sneak off for an extra fun time.

They promised to show us a great time when we came to Canada, but as things turned out, we wound up with another group. The program was designed to include as many boys as possible. I did not see Donald again. I did hear from Bryan, who continued to see Donald. He told me Donald eventually left Scouting, choosing to join the gay scene in town. Sadly, I heard that Donald was being treated for a sex disease. Wish there was a happier ending, but Donald was at risk by his own choice. To say or believe we could have changed that would only make me wonder how long we could have kept Donald in check. Some gays have to keep searching for that one person they never find. But at least for a short time, we became a part of a pleasant memory in Donald’s life. That I’m sure of.