Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2021 13:35:16 +0100 From: David Greg Denton Subject: I Was A Scout - Part 1 I Was a Scout – Part 1 Gay, teens This is a story about consensual sex between young men in the seventies and eighties. The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material, then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinions. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! It's easy, just follow the link http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * Some of my fondest boyhood memories are from when I was a Scout. I was trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent. I'd like to think I still am... most of those things anyway. I also practice the Scout motto to this day; be prepared. I had a terrific Scoutmaster. He was former Navy and looked like Captain Kirk, the original not the reboot that is, except that he was a redhead with lots of sexy freckles. There was a lot of bonding among the Scouts and Mr. James. He was a good guy and despite being former military, he helped each of us reach our potential without imposing his own sense of duty and honor. We recited the oath at each meeting and followed the Scout rules at all times, even when we were away from him and the other Scouts. We went on many camping trips over the years. He and Mr. Garland, the Assistant Scoutmaster, liked to take us to interesting places that we might not get to go if we hadn't been in the Scouts. One place was Harper's Ferry. Mr. James had a friend who had some caves on his property, so we went camping and then spelunking. In case you don't know what that is, it's the exploration of caves. None of us had ever been before so it was exciting and a bit nerve-wracking at the same time. There was an element of danger of course, but Mr. James knew what he was doing. The first order of business, as soon as we arrived, was to set up camp and that meant pitching our tents. Each pair of Scouts was given the task of finding a level spot, clearing away rocks and debris then erecting our pup tent. After it was up, it was inspected for sturdiness, then once we passed, we were to dig a shallow trench around the outside in case it rained. The trench would help keep the water from getting under the tent. And soaking us and our sleeping bags, not a pleasant way to sleep, I'm told. If anyone finished quickly, they always helped their fellow Scouts. It is part of the oath, remember? After we were all finished, we were encouraged to either find wood for the fire or help with digging and building the firepit. I liked to collect wood, so that's what Andy and I did. We were going to share a tent this time. We never had before, so I wasn't sure what to expect. I was kind of just hoping he would be interesting to talk to. He turned out to be interesting alright, but I'll get to that soon enough. After the fire got going, we all put our hot dogs on sticks (that we'd whittled into points with our Scout knives) and held them over the fire to roast. I liked mine burnt, so I held it over the flames longer than most. Then I put it in a bun and ate it. Feeling the crunch of the burnt skin against my teeth, what an awesome memory! We ate chips and drank sodas, then went into our tents to get some shuteye before we explored the cave the next morning. Andy and I got down to our skivvies before we got in the tent then took our clothes in with us to use for pillows. I climbed into my bag first, then he into his. By the light of the lantern, I noticed he was sporting quite a bulge in those tighty-whities. It kind of made me horny, but I didn't want it to get weird between us, so I kept my horny thoughts to myself. We laid awake talking about school and sports and of course which girls we liked. Even though I liked to look at boys, I still had a girlfriend, Debbie Williams. She was cute, with curly brown hair and freckles. We kissed and even got married on the playground, exchanging rings and everything. Ah, my first wife, more fond memories. When we ran out of things to talk about, I turned off the lantern and said, "Goodnight, Andy." "Night, Bobby," he echoed. Then I went to sleep. In the morning, we went out, then each got dressed and went to see about breakfast. Pop-Tarts were the only thing on the menu, but I didn't care. I liked Pop-Tarts. We washed them down with some Tang and then got prepared to enter the cave. I won't bore you with all the details of having to wear helmets with lamps on them and being fitted with harnesses so that we could be attached to each other and be raised or lowered as we ascended or descended, whatever the case might be, but it turned out to be a lot of fun. We saw bats and snakes and even a rat going for a swim! We emerged filthy but bite-free just before lunchtime, so we sat down and ate while talking animatedly about our experience in the cave. After lunch, we hiked a short distance to the river, removed our clothes and did our best to get clean as we passed the bars of soap around. I tried not to look at the other boys in all their nakedness but managed to steal a few glances every now and then. Of course, seeing Mr. James and Mr. Garland naked was thrilling. They were each so sexy in their own ways. But of all the boys, Andy was a the most appealing in his natural state. I was glad I'd gotten to pitch my tent with him. I just had to figure out a way to see if he wanted to play that night. Once we were all cleaned up, we dried off, dressed in the fresh clothes we'd brought along, then hiked back to camp. We busied ourselves collecting firewood again, then relaxed and enjoyed the fire as we sat and waited for dinner time. We roasted more hot dogs, ate more chips and drank more soda. When it was finally time to retire for the evening, I stripped down to my underwear and entered the tent, then was followed by a similarly semi-naked Andy. I had already climbed into my bag and was waiting for Andy to do the same so that I could make my move. As soon as he was settled in, I slipped off my briefs and threw them over my head, making sure Andy saw me do it. "Are you going to sleep naked, Bobby?" he asked, sounding curious and nervous at the same time. "Yeah. I do at home and they were really bugging me last night. You don't mind, do you?" "No, no, of course not." What else could he say, right? Then he added, "I think I will too." I watched as he wiggled out of them then threw them over his head. "Doesn't that feel better?" I asked. "Yeah, it does actually." "Well, goodnight then," I said and turned off the lantern. I still had one thing I wanted to try though, so I started beating off, making sure to make just enough noise so that he would have to ask what I was doing. He was silent, then he must have gotten brave because he asked, "Are you beating off, Bobby?" I waited a moment then answered, "Yeah... sorry... I'm kind of horny." Silence once more, so I asked, "Want to beat off together?" He hesitated, then said, "Yeah, sure." So I turned the lantern back on really low then unzipped my bag so that he could get a good look at my stiff, uncut prick. His eyes got big and I wondered if maybe this was the first time he'd seen another guy's dick hard. He unzipped his bag with shaky hands and I was pleasantly surprised. His cock wasn't bigger than mine, but it was a good size with a nice mushroom head! The one thing I most desired at that moment was to touch it, hold it, jack it off myself, but I didn't want to scare him, so I admired it from a foot away. While I was taking my time, trying to enjoy the journey to my own orgasm, Andy was furiously beating away. I had to hurry if I was going to join him, so I sped up and just as he threw his head back and shot his first rope of creamy cum, I got there too. We were shooting together and even though he wasn't looking at me because his eyes were closed, I was enjoying watching him enjoy the pleasure of the moment. Once we were both spent, Andy opened his eyes and looked at my cock and the cum on my stomach and chest. Then he looked down at the cum on his own stomach and chest and laughed. "That was intense, man. I can't believe I came with another guy watching. I've never done that before." "Neither have I," I assured him. "It was pretty hot though." He just nodded. I reached for our underwear, then handed him his as I wiped the cum off myself. He did the same. I didn't know what to say, so I settled for, "Thanks." "Yeah, thanks to you too," he replied. I smiled then switched off the lantern. I didn't bother to zip my bag back up and I noticed neither did he. I didn't think anything else would happen that evening, but I could hope. (To be continued in Part 2)