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The Gay Scouts

Chapter 1 – How It All Began

Telling this story brings back a lot of coulda, woulda, shoulda memories about things that I could have done, would have liked to have done, but should I have done them and would it have been right.

Well maybe it wouldn’t have been wrong, but at it would have at least been risky and illegal and was the pleasure worth the risk. Well at the very least it would have been fun, that’s for sure.

Now that my experiences have changed my point of view, I regret not having taken some chances that were offered me that would have been very enjoyable at the time. But at that time I had probably made the right decisions.

Well to get to the point, I am the Scoutmaster of a “Gay” Boy Scout Troop.

I know, I KNOW! There is no such thing as a Gay Boy Scout Troop; at least not officially under the Boy Scouts of America (BSA) rules. All officially sanctioned and registered BSA Troops are not allowed to have any adults or boys who are Gay participating in the troop activities.

But while we are not officially registered, we can still use all of the BSA books, manuals, and procedures; since they are all available in the public domain. Plus learn and do some things that the BSA doesn’t teach.

I need to go back and tell you how this all started; while in the Army I was stationed in Heidelberg Germany and got shanghaied into becoming Scout Master of an American Boy Scout Troop, Troop 1 (military dependents), and while it’s an interesting story, I won’t bore you with the details.

Suffice it to say that I knew next to nothing about the Boy Scouts having been a Cub Scout for a total of 2 months.

Now while I have been Gay since the age of 13, I had suppressed it so well that no one even suspected it for a long time. So well that I even got married (to a woman) and have two daughters. Of course the marriage ended in a divorce as I wasn’t really interested in having sex with a woman.

So enough of that, after I agreed to stay on as Scout Master of Troop 1 with only 18 boys in the troop, I decided that I couldn’t ask the boys to do things that I couldn’t do. So I set out to essentially earn the ranks and merit badges and to set a high standard of achievement.

I was successful and took the troop from 18 boys to 50 with a waiting list

Today it is pretty much common knowledge, in the community, that I had been a Scout Master in Germany.

I have answered questions about my past to most of the people that live in or around the small town where my land is incorporated, and my life was pretty much an open book at least those things that didn’t relate to my sexual orientation and even that was not truly hidden, I just didn’t publicize it.

So before I became the Scout Master of the Gay Boy Scout Troop, I had the experience and knowledge of running a Scouting program. Once again I was shanghaied, well sort of, into becoming a Scout Master.

How I happened to become Scout Master of a Gay Boy Scout Troop is what this story is all about. That and the things we did and the pleasures and enjoyment that resulted from our activities.

Financially, I was well off having won a small power ball lottery, only 26 million and after all of the taxes I wound up with almost 16 million, which I invested and was living off of the income

I used part of the proceeds to buy 100 acres of land; have a house and out buildings built to my specifications. I was also was able to furnish the house to my tastes; get all of the equipment necessary to maintain all of the property and include those things that were useful for my sexual proclivities.

I like horses and fell in Love with the Anheuser Busch Clydesdales when I was a teenager so I was raising Clydesdales and riding horses (primarily Buckskins) which was how I got to know Tom.

Tom owns and runs the local hardware and feed store. I was in there frequently getting things for the horses and my property and it was general knowledge that I was well to do, ok rich.

I always had the habit that when asked a direct question about my sexuality to give a direct and honest answer.

One day Tom and I were chatting about some local events that were coming up.

I was scheduled to drive my 4-up (4 horse hitch) of Clydesdales and wagon in the parade and the rodeo in a couple of weeks. The local City dignitaries and Rodeo personalities would ride in the wagon for the parade and during the Rodeo as part of the Grand Entry.

Tom looked at me hard and said, “I’m not trying to give offense, but are you Gay?”

I replied, “No offense taken, and yes I am.”

He responded, “OK that’s fine,” and went back to talking about the upcoming events that I was scheduled participate in.

I thought it a little strange at the time, but I had gotten to know Tom and knew that he was a direct person and asked direct questions when he wanted to know something. Although; I couldn’t see what had prompted him to ask that question, in the middle of the conversation.

He didn’t appear to be bothered by it, so I figured I would just let it slide, as I wasn’t in the closet and didn’t care if the fact that I was Gay was common knowledge or not.

While we were talking, he spotted someone who had just come in and would say “Excuse me for a minute I need a quick word with Bill.” or John or Scott whatever their name was. He would be back in 60 seconds or less.

After he had done that about four times he asked, “Do you have any plans for tomorrow night?”

I replied, “No, why?”

“I want to invite you over to my house tomorrow at 5 o’clock for dinner, and since you don’t have any conflicting plans, that’s not a problem, is it?”

“Just a minor one, five is when I am stabling and feeding and it takes about 30 minutes and then I would have to shower and clean up so 6 would be better for me, is that Ok?”

“Sure,” he replied, “OK, then we’ll see you at six; you know how to find my place.” and went to check on how things were going in the store.

Now I’d been to Tom’s for dinner before so that wasn't so unusual, but it was usually with about a weeks’ notice. This invite was rather spontaneous and on short notice. Well I would find out what it was all about tomorrow and finished finding the things I needed and headed home.

I have had most of the town folk out to my place for a picnic and barbeque before and had met most of their kids. Since I didn’t like to be called Mr. Smith and most of the parents frowned on their kids using an adult’s first name, I had them all call me Smitty like the boys of Troop 1 did.

The next day I started feeding 15 minutes early just in case something went awry. Things went smooth and at 20 after 5 I was in the shower. I was ready to leave at 20 to 6. It was only a ten minute drive to Tom’s so I would arrive in plenty of time.

When I arrived at Tom’s ranch I noticed that there were a lot more cars there than usual. When I look more closely I recognized most of them. Seems like I wasn’t the only one he invited to dinner.

As I approached the front door it opened and I was greeted by TJ (Tom Junior), he pronounced, “Good Evening Mr. Smith, I am to take you to where everyone is assembled.”

I glared at him and growled, “What is this being so formal; I told you what would happen if you called me Mr. Smith. I know where all of your tickle spots are!” and before he could move I attacked and started tickling him.

He collapsed to the floor with me grabbing for all of the spots that he couldn’t protect and he was laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.

He gasped, “Stop, STOP! or I’ll pee in my pants.” so I stopped and helped him up and he led me to his father’s Den, still giggling. His father looked at him and then at me and asked, “What happened?”

I looked at TJ and said, “You explain!”

Give credit where it is due, he explained the whole thing including what he had said to get me to stop. All of the men in the room were grinning.

Tom looked at TJ and then to me and said, “David if that ever happens again, you have my permission to tickle him until he does pee in his pants.”

TJ was blushing an interesting shade of pink, that accented his red hair and a few freckles, as his father turned to him and told him, “Ok go let your mother know that David is here and she’ll send you to get us when dinner is ready to serve, off you go.” TJ quickly left the room.

“As I recall you drink Jack Daniels and coke.” he said as he handed me a glass.

The buzz of conversation restarted and I calmed myself to waiting ‘till after dinner to find out what was going on.

About 10 minutes latter TJ returned to announce that dinner was ready and his mother wanted all of us at the table right now. He could get away with such an announcement as his mother ruled the house especially when it came to meals.

When we entered the dining room, TJ took my hand and led me to the place to the right of his father and announced that this was where I was to sit. There was a place card in front of my chair with my first name in neat calligraphy which was crossed out and in TJ’s immature hand was written “Smitty” I couldn’t help but smile at TJ.

As the ladies came into the dining room with the food, TJ hurried out. I noticed the table was set for more than just the 18 husbands and wives, TJ and me. There were 9 extra seats. This was explained as the wives returned with the rest of the meal, TJ returned with 9 other boys to join us. They ranged in age from 8 to 17.

I recognized all of the boys and knew which belonged to which set of parents. I then realized that there were no girls and the other siblings were absent.

TJ went to his mother’s chair and pulled it out for her as did the other boys who were strong enough to move this heavy piece of furniture. For those that weren’t their fathers helped.

The rest of us sat and TJ’s place was to my right and the other boys either next to or across from their parents.

Tom had noticed me noticing who of the children were present and who weren’t and simply stated, “After dinner.” So I tried to put it out of my mind and enjoy a well prepared meal.

TJ was unusually quiet during the meal as were the other boys. Few comments were directed to me as it was well known, that when it came to food, my view was that when the food was served it was time to enjoy the meal and have the conversation after.

When everyone had finished eating the boys assisted in clearing the table while the ladies brought in dessert and coffee. Tom’s wife and a couple of the other ladies refused dessert and went to the kitchen to put the leftovers away and load the dishwashers.

When dessert was finished Tom turned to TJ and said “TJ you and the other boys help clean up in here and then help you mothers with whatever they need, so all of you can join us in the family room quicker.”

With that he led the way to the huge family room. There was a coffee urn and cups set out and while we were waiting we all helped ourselves to more coffee.

Tom asked me to sit in a chair near where he was seated and the rest of the men staked out places for themselves and their wives.

As we settled down the ladies and the boys trooped in; the wives joined their husbands. The boys settled on the floor in poses such as only teenagers and young boys could.

Tom looked at me and said “Well I guess that it is time for explanations.”

I just nodded.

He continued, “Please bear with me as I cover some ground that is basically common knowledge. While stationed in Germany and later as a civilian in Germany you were the Scout Master of an American Boy Scout Troop.”

I nodded again, I was not going to make this easy for him as I now had an idea where this was going and was surprised at the age range of boys that it may involve. Boy was I wrong, well not completely, but I was only partially right.

“Yesterday I asked you a question in the store and again not meaning to give offense I ask are you Gay?”

I looked around the room and almost everyone was holding their breath, especially the boys. I replied, “No offense taken, yes I am.”

You could hear the room sigh with all the released breaths.

Tom explained, “For several years boys from here have been trying to join one of the Boy Scout Troops in neighboring towns. They were all turned away because of the BSA rule that doesn’t allow adult leaders or boys who are Gay to participate.”

He continued, “The boys seated here in front of you are those boys.”

The boys all looked frightened; I looked at the boys, smiled and said, “Congratulations and commiserations. Congratulations for being willing to express your true feelings about your sexuality and commiserations for having to experience this type of prejudice at such an early age.”

The boys all smiled at me and started to applaud and their parents joined in.

I pushed my hands out and loudly said, “Enough, 'ENOUGH!’ I’m not running for mayor.” And they all chuckled as the Mayor was seated in the room along with the Fire Chief and the Police Chief.

“I know that you are going to make me spell it out for you,” he stated, “so here it is.”

“W - E -- W - A - N - T -- Y - O - U -- T - O -- B - E -- T - H - E -- S - C - O - U -T -- M - A - S - T - E - R -- O - F -- A -- G - A - Y -- B - O - Y -- S - C - O - U - T -- T - R - O - O - P.”

While I was right in part, the “Gay” part surprised me and I am sure my surprise was reflected in my expression.

“We know you will need to think about it and don’t expect your answer tonight.”

“Just so you know everyone here, the boys and the adults are in 100% agreement on this so there are no detractors.”

I looked around the room and everyone was nodding; the boys most enthusiastically of all.

“So you know,” Tom started “I have been asked to serve as the Troop Committee Chairman and all of the parents here will serve on the troop committee.”

“I will be the primary person trying to get you to agree to be the Scout Master and letting you know about all the things that have been discussed among us prior to tonight.”

“Everyone is available to talk with you whenever you want to, both the adults and the boys. Do you have any questions or comments?”

I looked around the room smiled and said “Yea, probably a couple of thousand, but I need to mull things over and organize my thoughts. It would probably be best if just you and I met for now, but not tonight.”

Tom looked around the room, everyone was nodding again and he said, “Well I guess that ends this shindig for tonight, I’ll keep you all informed,” he announced to the room.

Each family came over to say good bye; both parents shook my hand and the boys all gave me a hug, including the 14 to 17 year olds which kinda surprised me. They all said that they hoped that I would agree, said good night and left.

Now it was just me, Tom, his wife Ruth and TJ. Ruth nudged TJ and told him to say goodnight and head off for bed. TJ came over gave me a hug and pulled my head down and whispered in my ear “Please Smitty we all really, really want you as Scout Master.” gave me another squeeze and headed out.

Ruth came over took my hand in both of hers and just squeezed, while looking into my eyes with such an intense and feeling look, that I knew she was totally in favor of this.

She let go of my hand, turned and quietly left the room to just me and Tom.

“Do you want to talk some more tonight or wait until tomorrow?” Tom asked.

“We better wait until tomorrow,” I replied, “this is a lot all at once and I need to mull it over. Why don’t you come over tomorrow morning for breakfast at 8 o’clock?”

“Ok,” he replied, “can I bring TJ, I know that he will want to come.”

”I don’t have a problem with TJ being there, but for right now I don’t want him listening in on our discussions. He can watch some videos in the entertainment room; use the game room or if he would like he can work with the horses, I know he really likes Sally my lead mare of the 4-up.”

“Ok sounds like a plan to me,” Tom rejoined, “we’ll see you in the morning then.”

He walked with me to the door and waved as I dove down his private road, heading home and what I expected to be a restless night.

(Continued)


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