Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2003 14:36:59 EDT
From: WConne5523@aol.com
Subject: Confessions of a Scout Master - Chapter 2

This story is a complete fiction. It does not contain actual events or
actions. Any similarity in names or places is purely coincidental, and the
story is not intended to portray any one person in particular. The events
and actions were created based on various stories that were told about some
individuals, but in no way is it meant to relate actual details. The story
relates to situations of a sexual nature between adults and youth who are
participants in the Boy Scout Program in a Northeastern State. If those
types of events or activities turn you off, I suggest that you not read
this story. This is not intended for viewing by those under the age of 18
or those who may live in an area which prohibits this type of material.

Chapter 2 - Growing Up

To say that I was naive about sex as a youth is an understatement. You see,
my parents were very uptight about sex, and I am not even sure that they had
any sexual contact, except for the one time that I was concieved.

In my entire life, I don't think I ever saw them kiss or make any romantic
move towards each other. There were never any tenden moments that I can recall.
For sure, they never had intercourse (at least from the time that I was aware
of what that was) because I never heard any action from their bedroom (on the
other side of my wall).

My dad never gave me the "SEX" talk. The only time he addressed any subject
close to sex was when he told me about cleaning under my foreskin. That was at
about the age of 5, when I started to bathe myself. Even this was done very
sheepishly, and without ever touching any part of my body. I distinctly remember
him coming into the bathroom, kneeling along side the tub, and relating the
proper way to move my foreskin back to clean the head of my penis. He didn't
use proper words like penis, foreskin, glans, or anything remotely related to my
growing body.

He didn't touch me, or show me how to do it. He just said to move the cover
back, wash around the tip and then return the cover. He told me that if I
didn't do it regularly, that they would have to cut it off. (Never told me what
they would cut off - the foreskin or the penis). So much for my sexual training.

Bearing this in mind, at about the age of 7 I was very friendly with a girl
(Greta) my age who lived around the corner. She lived with her parents and 2
older brothers. Her parents owned the bakery, and their apartment was above the
shop. We both were in school together, and there were lots of visits. Imagine
being 7 and having a friend whose parents owned the local bakery. It was
heaven.

One day both Greta somehow wound up in the bathroom behind the bakery. We
were going to "compare" ourselves. We both lowered our shorts, I was wearing
white briefs (of course) and she had on white panties, similar to my briefs but
there was no pee slit. We both lowered our underpants, and I was shocked to see
that she didn't have a penis (age 7 - what the hell did I know?). In my mind,
I flashed back to my dad's warning about cleaning under the foreskin.

Later that day, her older (Greg) brother clued me in. Girls don't come with
penises. I was greatly relieved. Greg also obliged my curiosity by dropping his
jeans to show me a well stocked pair of briefs, and then pulled out his dick
and waved it in my face.
It was huge, uncut and smelled funky.

Greta and I never got undressed together again, in fact by the end of that
school term, my visits to the bakery had all but stopped.

What ever I discovered about sex was from the street, which is how most of us
learned anyway. Of course, most of the info we got was wrong or incomplete.

I can remember coming back from the Y one day with Sully (around my age). We
were talking and he just asked me if I saw our friend Ralph's dick. I told him
yes.
Sully then told me that Ralph was circumcized (what??), and that we weren't.
I had no idea was circumcized meant, so I just agreed with him. I knew that
Ralph's dick didn't have skin over the head, but I thought that it hadn't grown
over it yet (one idea) or that it fell off (the old cleaning thing again).

Sully didn't get any more explicit about his comment, and I wasn't about to
admit that I didn't know what he was talking about.

Think about it - who thought up the work circumcision anyway? I know that in
some religious circiles, the circumcision is a committment to one's bond with
God. But why must you give up the foreskin? Why not some other body part? Why
call it Circumcision? Why not some other more descriptive word?

I don't mean to trivialize anyone's religious beliefs or traditions, but it
would be interesting to know, right?

Anyway I never even thought about asking my dad about this. I knew that I
would never get an answer.

I learned about masturbation from my experience with Bob (Chapter 1). There
was some talk around the neighborhood about "playing with yourself" but again,
I was never sure what the older boys meant when they talked about it. I just
agreed that it sounded pretty exciting.

About 6 months after my experience with Bob, my parents and I were invited
over for
Sunday dinner with Ralph (now my best friend) and his parents. It was great,
my parents and his were pretty good friends and did lots of things together,
and Ralph and I were also pretty tight. His dad had a big job with the County,
and he must have been doing pretty good because they lived in a one family
house with a finished basement. I was still in an six family apartment then.

After dinner, Ralph and I went down to the basement, while our parents sat
around the table and had coffee and cake. Sometimes this took even longer than
the original dinner.

We turned on the stereo, and decided to play cards for money. I think we both
had about $2.00 each, so the money part didn't last too long. When one of us
(can't remember who was the big winner) had cleaned the other out, Ralph
suggested that we continue to play, but that we change the game to strip poker. I
couldn't believe what I was hearing.

I have seen Ralph in underpants (white briefs) and naked (cut, bigger than
me) at the Y, but the opportunity to see him either way alone something I had
only dreamed about. I didn't want to seem anxious, so I kind of hesitated.

Ralph said, "We'll only play to we get down to our underpants, after all
we're not queers, right??"

I agreed (yeah right, we're not queers - I am!!).

The first game was pretty competitive. Ralph won a few hands, my shoes and
one sock were gone. I won the next 4, and Ralph's feet were naked.

Ralph won two, then I won, than Ralph again. I was barefooted, and naked to
the waist. I won the next three and there before me was my closest friend
giving me a good look at his FTL white briefs.

Game over. Ralph suggested we play a second time. I agreed, and we both got
fully dressed.

This time, I was on a hot streak. I won 5 hands in a row, and Ralph had lost
his shoes, socks and shirt. Then he won 4 hands - shoes and socks gone. We
each then won one hand. Ralph was now bare chested, and I was down to my t shirt.
Ralph won the next two, and now it was my turn to strip down to my FTL white
briefs.

Lets play again, we decided. Luck was against me. Within 8 hands, I was once
again showing Ralph my "tighty whitey" and he had only lost his shoe.

The fourth game was mine, it was Ralph's turn to walk around in his
underpants.

One more game, we decided. Only this time, Ralph said that we should go all
the way. Again, I hesitated. But naturally agreed to this change in the rules.

I won the first two hands, Ralph's shoes were off. Ralph won the next three,
my one foot was totally bare. I won three, and Ralph removed his socks and
shirt. Ralph won two, we were even - t shirt, pants and briefs each.

I won the next, off with the t shirt. Ralph won the next two, I was down to
my briefs. I won next, and again we were even. One hand, the winner would get
to see his pal totally naked. My Jacks lost to his Aces, so it was me who would
be showing off his 3 inch uncut penis. I took my time, and teased a little.
Slowly lowered my briefs and I could see that Ralph was enjoying the show. He
was sporting a little tent.

By the time I dropped my briefs, I too was visually excited. Ralph pointed
and started to laugh.

"You must be queer," he said, "look at that boner you got."

I felt my face get red, but then pointed to the front of his white briefs and
said, "That makes two of us, look at the front of your underpants."

In a move that totally surprised me, Ralph reached out and grabbed at me mini
erection. He kept calling me "queer boy" for getting hard, but his hand felt
so good on my dick, that I didn't even respond to his comments.

Ralph started to give me a hand job, so I reached over and grabbed his dick
that was trapped in his white cotton undies. His was a lot bigger then mine.

He suddenly stopped, and placed his thumbs inside the waistband of his briefs
and quickly lowered them to the floor. He stepped out of them, and got closer
to me. We were only inches apart now, and he reached back down and started to
massage my 3 inch uncut boner. What's a guy to do? I reached over and firmly
grasped his 4 inch
cut cock and gently moved my hand up and down that smooth shaft.

The feeling was unbelievable. My body was shivering and tingling with his
every move on the rigid muscle. Ralph reached his other hand under my balls, and
ever so gently
massaged the tightening scrotum. I did the same for him, his were big and
close to his crotch.

Once again I was experiencing a feeling of warmth and tingle all over. I
hadn't felt like this since I was with Bob several months ago. I felt a surge in
my balls, that moved very quickly to my dick. It was nothing that I had felt
before. Soon I felt like I had to pee, I could feel something building from the
base of my dick to the tip as it slipped in and out of the rapid moving
foreskin. I couldn't control it, and seconds later, this milky white fluid came
jetting out the tip of my penis. It squirted all over Ralph's leg, his hand and
down to the floor. I could not believe the feeling.

I started to apologize to Ralph for peeing on him, when he began to laugh,
and told me that I had just shot my first load - cum, I had just cum for the
first time. I was in heaven. Ralph continued to work my dick, and spread the
juice all over. It was on the outside of my foreskin, on my balls, he even rubbed
some on the inside of my thighs.
It was great.

Even though I hardly had the strength to do it, Ralph told me to help him
shoot his load. It took a while, but I soon felt his dick stiffen, watched his
balls contract and then took a full frontal shot of Ralph's jism on me, my hand,
my leg and then the floor. I continued to jerk Ralph off, working the boy
juice all over his dick and balls.
The look of contentment was all over his face.

After his dick softened, Ralph reached over and put his arms around me,
kissed me on my lips and continued to embrace me for what seemed to be an hour (but
was probably a few short minutes). When he released me from the embrace, he
kissed me again and we just stood there, two naked teens, and looked each other
over as if we were seeing our bodies for the first time.

Ralph went over to the closet, pulled out a towel and face cloth and ran some
warm water over the face cloth. He brought it back, and applied it to my
dick, balls, thighs and down my leg. When he was done, he started to do himself,
but I took the damp cloth away from him and slowly cleaned his dick, balls,
thighs and legs. I spent a long time cleaning his dick.

We got dressed without a word, and then moved over to the couch. Ralph spoke
first.

"Was that your first cum load?", he asked.

"Yes. You?"

Ralph then told me that he had been jerking off for a couple of months, and
started shooting several weeks before. I told him that I had never jerked off
(I lied, but did not want to tell him about Bob yet.).

We agreed to try to do it again soon. And we did, in fact the sessions got
pretty frequent and we had to keep inventing reasons for us to be in the
basement so often.
Thank God the floor was tile, easy cleanup.

We only jerked each other off for the longest time. It was maybe a year later
when we moved up the scale to oral sex, and again a long time before we took
the ultimate step into anal pleasure. Ralph and I continued our relationship
for a long, long time.
It wasn't until I got sick that we stopped, and every time he comes up for a
visit, he tries to get me sexually excited, but the body is not willing
anymore.

Richie Nichols lived across the street from my apartment in a two family
house. He and his parents lived on the second floor, and his aunt lived on the
first. They had moved down here from the Boston area when his father's job was
transferred to a local office. Richie was almost 2 years older than me.

We were playing stickball when it started to rain one day. Richie and I were
on the same team, so he asked me to come on over to his house to get out of
the rain. His parents were both at work, and his aunt was out for the day.

We went down to his cellar, which was pretty nice - not finished or anything.
But there was a washer, dryer, sink and small kitchen at one end, and storage
shelves and small storage rooms at the other. In the middle was a gas
furnace, which replaced an old coal furnace many years ago.

I was just looking around, it was the first time I was over at Richie's. His
cellar was interesting. Richie suggested that we play a game of Hide and Seek.
I thought that it was kind of childish, however, he made it interesting.

Who ever loses the game must do what the winner says - no questions asked. Oh
yeah, my kind of game. At this point, I didn't have a clue about what to make
him do if I won, but I knew something would come to me.

I was "IT" and Richie would do the hiding. I went up to the far end of the
cellar and out into the stairway entrance. Started counting and at 100, shouted,
"Ready or ot, here I come!!!"

I searched that cellar high and low but I couldn't find Richie. The rules
were that he had to remain in the cellar, so I knew that he was there, somewhere.
I went through the place, behind the furnace, under the shelves, above the
shelves. I opened the storage cabinets and even looked inside the dryer. I
couldn't find him anywhere.

After a long and intense search I shouted that I gave up - you win. Nothing
in return.
I walked down to the other end of the cellar, and repeated my concession.
This time I heard a muffled response. "Over here" it said.

"Where?", I asked.

Another muffled response, "over here". It was coming from the right front
storage room. So I headed in that direction.

"Over here," came another muffled call. I was in the storage room, but there
was nothing but two covered wooden barrels (the kind that movers use to pack
dishes).

I called again, "where are you"

"In here, open the barrel," I heard distinctly. So I took the lid off of the
barrell, and there was the blond haired mop that belonged to Richie.

"Pretty good spot" I told him.

"You bet," he said, as he started to rise from the crouching position he was
in. As he rose, I noticed that he had no shirt on, he was bare chested. I
guess it must have been pretty hot in that barrel, I thought to myself.

As he stood up, I then noticed that he was totally naked, no pants or
underpants either. I was shocked but continued to stare at this beautiful specimen of
a boy who was slowly revealing his tanned body to me.

Richie wasn't a member of the Y so I had never seen him naked before. I was
definitely please with what I saw. He had the biggest circumcized cock I had
ever seen in my life (so far, anyway). It had to be 7 inches long, soft, and it
was huge around also. The pink tip must have been 1 1/2 to 2 inches by itself.
He was beautiful.

He knew I was staring, and thrust his hips to place this huge piece of flesh
right in front of me. I was in awe.

Since I lost, I then had to do what he said, and I was hoping that he would
ask me to suck him off. I would have objected (yeah, right) but been on my
knees so fast that he would never have seen me bend down.

But no, he didn't say to do that. What he wanted was for me to get naked
also. Again, I appeared to be a little reluctant, but naturally complied with the
terms of the game. I took my time, but when I slipped my briefs down and
stepped out of them, he asked how it felt to be free and naked.

We stayed naked for the rest of our time in the basement, only getting
dressed before I had to leave for dinner. I watched as Richie picked his clothes out
of the barrel when we were getting dressed. Oh yes, he was a white briefs guy
also.

Richie and I got together quite a few times, but never got beyond the
touching stage. It seems he was more of an exhibitionist, and loved to show off that
beautiful cock. I guess if I had 7 inches by 2 inches (at least) I would like
to show it off myself.

The reason I continued to go over there, was that he would sometimes invite
others to come in also. Most of his friends were not from the neighborhood, so
seeing some new dick and getting a look at the underpants selection of guys
outside of my block was not a bad deal. Who knows, one of these may blossom into
something else in the future.

There were about 7 or 8 different guys that I met through Richie. His was the
biggest cock in the group. Only one other of these guys was uncircumcized,
but they all wore white briefs. In fact one of them wore those Munsingwear
Kangaroo Pouch Briefs with the funny square pee slit. They were pretty different
from any that I had seen. No sexual contact, just a lot of gazing. The biggest
session we had once was with 5 of us. We just sat around in Richie's bedroom
totally naked, nothing sexual, just naked.

The one and only time I had any contact with Richie's dick occurred a long
time after
the original encounter, and soon after I had my first taste of someone's cum.
We were up in his room, just the two of us, and naked. I was really horny and
just bent over and started to jerk him off. He didn't stop me, so when he got
fully erect (it added another inch to his huge dick) I went down on it. I
took his dick head into my mouth and started to give him the best blow job I
could. I licked the drops of pre cum that had dripped from the pee slit, and was
prepared to keep at it until he reached his climax.

After a few minutes of my hot tongue and tight lips, he jumped back, and
pulled his dick out of my mouth in the middle of a down thrust, and ran to the
bathroom. I didn't know what to do, so I followed him into the bathroom where he
manually massaged his throbbing dick to completion. Man he must have shot 4
ropes of jism into the toilet, and I was upset that they were not squirting into
the back of my throat.

When he was done, he offered no explaination for his actions, nor did I for
mine.

Frankie Frischetta lived with his parents and 4 sisters in the apartment
above mine (on the third floor). I don't know how they all fit in there, as it was
only a five room apartment. But anyway....

Frankie was about 6 months younger than me, and on some nights we would sit
on the stoop outside the apartment house and just talk about, you know,
important guy to guy things. Nothing sexual. Frankie didn't know very much more that
I did. His parents were very Italian and very Catholic!!! Don't even think
about touching certain parts of your body or you will go straight to Hell, don't
pass Go, don't collect $200.00.

This one night while we were talking, Arthur (a neighborhood guy) was walking
down the street. Now Arthur, around 28 years old, had some sort of nervous
disorder that
made him twitch and scratch himself. He got "tics" that caused his shoulders
up to the side of his face, and his arms to jump away from his body at weird
angles. It didn't seeem that he could control his twitching movememts. As such,
he didn't work and was receiving disability payments (I guess).

It was also rumored about the neighborhood that Arthur liked to jerk guys
off, and for a dollar, he would give you a blow job. This was a rumor, I never
had the pleasure and never witnessed an event like this. But you know how rumors
are, everyone (including me) had been serviced by Arthur!!! At least that's
what the story was.

Anyway, as Arthur was walking down the street, I asked Frankie if he knew
about him, of course, Frankie said yeah. I asked him if he wanted to see if we
could get something from him. Frankie hesitated, but said sure, why not.

I told Frankie to go around the back of the apartment, down into the cellar
and open his family's storage room. (These were boarded up rooms for each of
the apartments in the building, there was a big wooden door on each room, with a
big padlock that belonged to each family, Frankie had a key to his). I told
Frankie that I would talk to
Arthur and get him down to the storage room.

Frankie did what I told him, and Arthur came by and continued to walk past
me. I never asked him to join us, but after a few minutes, headed around back of
the apartment, down the cellar stairs and over to Frischetta's storage room.
Frankie was inside.

He must have been really horny. By the time I opened the door and looked in,
Frankie had his pants and briefs down, and his uncut hard on (about 4 inches)
was pointed out in front of him. Don't know if he was jerking it to get it
hard, but he was ready.

I told him that Arthur said that he would be down in a minute or two, and
unbuckled my belt, undid the snap, unzipped the zipper, dropped my jeans and then
my white briefs, and my 3 incher sprung to life.

We waited a minute or two, and I told him that maybe Arthur got lost. He
seemed disappointed, so I said to wait a few more minutes. We did.

When Arthur still didn't show, I told Frankie that we were both too horny to
leave without doing something. I told him that I would do him, if he would do
me. He thought about that for a moment, and then reached over and grabbed my
dick and started to jerk me off.

True to my word, I started to work on his. It didn't take long. Within a few
short minutes, Frankies dick stiffened, his breathing became intense and I
could feel his body jerking as his dick began to squirt his boy cum. I wasn't too
far behind him, as mine squirted a good three times before it quit.

We pulled up our briefs and pants, slowly opened the storage room door, and
quickly left the cellar. Back to the stoop before our parents were looking for
us.

Frankie and me had quite a few sessions. Usually in the cellar, once in his
apartment and once in my bedroom. We never did get around to sucking. He loved
to jerk off, and I loved to help him do it.

It was about this time that I started collecting briefs. No matter where I
went, I would take a pair of briefs. Over at Richies, his friends, Ralph's, Y
locker room, Frankie's (from the apartment laundry room), anyone I came in
contact with, I would look for a way to get a pair of thier briefs. Never boxers,
just briefs. I still have that collection stored in a box, labeled with name
and date.

As I grew older, I also grew bolder. If I had an encounter with someone, I
paid them a few bucks and took their briefs. At the gym, when I was going, I
would look for someone who was careless with their underpants, and they would up
in my Gym bag. In Scouts, well that's another chapter.

End of Chapter 2 - more to cum
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