Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2021 01:20:52 +0100
From: David Greg Denton <dgregdenton@gmail.com>
Subject: I Was A Scout - Pt 3

I Was a Scout – Part 3
Gay, teens

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We spent all our free time together after that. Sometimes we were alone and
other times not. It didn't matter though. We just enjoyed spending time
together.

A few days later, it was my turn to step up and help Pat out. He was signed
up to earn his first aid merit badge. He just needed someone to demonstrate
certain techniques on. I was happy to help him out and still have plenty of
time to make it to my Indian Lore class. There were a lot of steps that he
needed an assistant for and a lot he didn't, so he asked if he could
demonstrate those that he need a helper for first so that I could then
leave and go to my class. He was given the go ahead and was able to
correctly demonstrate first aid procedures for all kinds of injuries and
even how to improvise a stretcher in the field. It was pretty cool, and I
was looking forward to doing the same thing next year. He also had to teach
me a skill, so he chose to show me the proper way to perform CPR. I left
after that and made it just in time to learn about my Native American
heritage.

We both got back to the cabin about the same time, so I asked how it went.

"I got it!" He announced proudly and enthusiastically, as soon as the door
closed, picking me up and hugging me. I was happy for him, giggling as he
twirled me around. Then a strange thing happened, he kissed me, but this
time was different. It was full of passion and I returned it gladly. He let
me down and then walked over to his bed. I wasn't sure what was wrong, so I
asked,

"Is everything okay, Pat?"

"No, actually. What am I doing?! We're only here for another week and..."

"Hey..." I approached him, moving around in front of him so that he would
have to look at me. "It's okay. Let's just make the most of the time we
have together, okay?" He lifted his head and looked at me, really looked at
me.

"You have the most amazing green eyes."

"Thanks... but you have told me that before. I like your big ole baby
blues." He chuckled, then took me in his arms once more.

"I think I'm falling for you, Bobby."

"Well, I think I am too, Pat, falling for you that is... not for
myself... because that would be weird." He chuckled and kissed me again.

"Do you want to go for a walk before dinner? I don't want the guys finding
us like this."

"Good idea. I wouldn't want that either. Let's go." He held my hand until
we got to the door, then let it go. Once we were well away from the camp,
he took my hand in his again as we walked in silence, just holding hands,
enjoying nature and one another's company.

We climbed to the top of an outcropping overlooking the lake and took a
moment to admire the view. We looked around to see if we could see anyone
or if they could see us. When we were satisfied that we were alone, and
probably couldn't be seen, we embraced and stole a few kisses. And, man,
that boy could kiss!

We turned around and went back, arriving just in time for dinner. Larry
asked where we'd been, and Pat just answered, "For a hike," because that
was all they needed to know. When it was time for bed, we laid in our
bunks, just staring at each other, neither one of us wanting to close our
eyes. I can't remember who fell asleep first, but I woke up the next
morning and he was gone. I jumped out of bed and was just about to run out
and look for him when he walked through the door. "I had to pee," he
admitted, then pursed his lips and blew me a kiss. I had to laugh at
myself. It wasn't a dream after all. He really was into me. I blew one back
then left to visit the latrine myself.

I don't know how he did it, but a couple of days before camp was to end,
Pat arranged for us to take a camping trip by ourselves. I was excited
beyond belief but had to play it cool in front of Larry and Jeff. They
wanted to know why I got to go with Pat, but they didn't. He explained that
his older brother was an assistant troop leader, so that's why he was given
special permission. I was going along because no Scout was allowed to go
camping on their own and I did already have my camping and wilderness
survival merit badges. Of course, they asked why a leader didn't have to go
with them, but Pat had an answer for that as well. He was an Eagle Scout
and that gave him certain privileges. With that they finally gave up. They
still weren't happy, but it was evident that there was nothing they could
do, so they wished us well. Little did they know we were planning a night
to remember.

*

We worked well together pitching the tent, building a fire circle,
collecting firewood, all the things a good Scout needed to do to set up
camp. When we were done, we stood back and admired our handiwork.

"We did good," I remarked. He put his arm around my shoulder and said,

"Yeah, we did... but all this work has made me hungry."

"Yeah, I kinda am too." We ate what we'd brought, beef jerky, apples and
protein bars, then washed it down with water from our canteens. It wasn't a
gourmet meal, but it was enough to keep us satisfied for a little while
anyway.

"What do you say we lay here and watch the sunset, then maybe look at the
stars and..."

"...try and pick out constellations?" I added, finishing his thought.

"That's just what I was thinking. We're beginning to think alike, and it's
only been a week and a half."

"Freaky, right?" I asked as I looked back at him admiring his awesome good
looks in the waning light.

"Nah, not freaky at all... it's fate I think," he commented as he looked
back at me.

"Yeah... let's call it that," I agreed as I rolled over and stole a
kiss. He was such a good kisser and even though I didn't have much
experience to compare it to, I thought that maybe, just maybe, it might not
get any better than this.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why did it take you so long to get your first aid merit badge. I would
have thought you'd have done it ages ago."

"Well, I was working on it when my folks died."

"Oh my God, Pat! I am so sorry."

"Thanks. It was over a year ago... a car accident. I went to live with my
grandparents, but there wasn't a troop close by, so I couldn't get it until
now."

"What changed? If you don't mind my asking."

"My grandparents are great, but they're old fashioned and don't really
understand how to deal with me being gay. So, I'm going to live with my
brother, who's a Scout leader, after I leave camp. He suggested I come here
so that I could get the merit badges I had been working on when my folks
died, then I'll join his troop."

"I see. Well, can I just say I'm glad he decided to send you here?" He
smiled and wrapped his arms around me.

"I am too, Bob. I am too." Then he leaned in and kissed me.

Once the sun had set and we'd identified all the constellations we could
see from our vantage point, we retired to the tent for what I hoped would
be a night of awesome sex. We undressed and got into our combined sleeping
bag. He reached out for me, but something was bothering me, and I had to
share it with him.

"Pat, I have to confess I've never done anything more than jerk off with
another guy."

"Don't worry, Bobby. We won't be able to do anything but kiss and suck each
other. Is that okay?"

"I feel stupid saying this... but I don't know how to suck cock." He
caressed my face and admitted,

"You're my first, Bob, so it's new to me too."

"Really?! But you're older, I just assumed..."

"Never assume anything, Bob. I was raised in a very religious household. I
never had the chance to explore my... desires... until now. I'm just glad
you'll be my first." I touched his face too and said,

"I'm glad you're my first too, Pat." He reached down and took my dick in
his hand. I took his in mine and I was pleased to feel that he was as hard
for me as I was for him. We started making out as we stroked each
other. And just as I was getting close, Pat pulled away and began kissing
his way down my neck to my chest. He took one nip in his mouth and sucked
on it. I groaned as he let go of it, then he took the other one in his
mouth and did the same thing. I had no idea those could give me so much
pleasure, but I was soon to learn that it was nothing compared to what was
coming.

He let that one go and went lower, bypassing my cock and going directly for
my hairless balls. He licked one and then the other, then took that one in
his mouth and rolled it around. I was loving it but more than anything
wanted him to suck my cock. He must have read my mind because he let go and
licked his way up my shaft until he reached the head. It was out just like
always when I got hard. He licked it up and down then swirled his tongue
around the flared corona. I never knew anything could feel that good until
he took it in his mouth and swallowed it and most of my shaft. I almost
shot right then but tried to think of baseball and my coach. That did the
trick. I wanted to taste him too, so I tried maneuvering around, but it was
impossible with my dick in his mouth and the nature of the small tent we
were in. He got the hint, let go and I got into position. There wasn't any
time to do what he'd done to me before taking my cock in his mouth, so I
just swallowed as much as I could of his massive member. He moaned, "Mmmm"
and it vibrated off my hard cock. Again, I managed to keep from coming, a
new record for me, twice in a row, when all I wanted to do was shoot my
load down his throat.

He started sucking faster so I sped up. I was going to have to wait to
savor it till another time. I felt the hot jizz hit the back of my tongue
just before it made its way down my gullet. Then I bucked into his mouth as
I let loose a torrent of my own cum right after. Just when I didn't think
the rivers of cum would ever end, they did. I let his cock go and he did
the same with mine. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath when
an uncontrollable laugh escaped me. I tried to stop it but couldn't. I saw
him sit up and look at me as if I'd lost my mind. Then he asked,

"What's so funny?"

"I have no idea. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I laugh when I get nervous
and yet I'm not nervous around you... anymore. And this shouldn't be funny,
and it really isn't... but I can't help it!" I admitted. He came up and
kissed me as if to shut me up and it worked. I kissed him with all the
passion a young man might have for his first love and that was the moment I
knew he was mine.

We dozed for a little while, lying there spooning each other, and when I
woke up Pat spoke up saying,

"I want to be inside you, Bob." I was still half-asleep, so I didn't know
what he meant. I asked,

"I thought you just were a little while ago?"

"No, I mean inside you, like a man and a woman, only with us, it would be
like two men."

"How is that even possible?" I asked then it dawned on me. "Oh," was all I
could say.

"I promise it won't hurt and if it does, I'll pull out. I would never want
to hurt you. I-I..." I thought he might say it, but he didn't.

"So how does it work then?" I asked wanting to give him every part of me
and more.

"Well, I brought some petroleum jelly... for sunburns... and it should
slide right in."

"Really?" I asked, not so sure it would be that easy, then I figured if I
loved him I had to trust him, so I said, "Okay." He reached back and
retrieved the jar from his pack, then lifted my legs onto his shoulders. He
scooped out a generous amount with his fingers and then began massaging it
into my hole. I felt really good, so I knew that his cock would feel even
better. I watched as he applied some to his stiff prick as well, then he
positioned himself at my hole and pushed in slowly.

"Tell me if it hurts and we'll stop." It didn't hurt though, it felt great!
So, I told him to keep going. He pushed in further and further until I felt
his pubes hit my nut sack.

"Mmmm, Pat, that feels amazing."

"It does for me too, Bob. Let me know when you're ready for me to move." I
didn't have to think about it though, I just nodded. He pulled almost all
the way out then pushed back in. The sensations I was feeling in my ass
were all new to me, but I was determined to enjoy every one of them.

"Oh, God that feels so good, Pat. It feels amazing."

"You're amazing!" he assured me as he withdrew and pushed back in, picking
up speed with every thrust. I took my cock in my hand and started to beat
off to the pace that he'd set. I wanted us to come together but wasn't sure
how long I could last. Pat turned out to be an excellent lover, but like
they say all good things must come to an end, I blew my load, clamping down
on his hard cock. Then I felt something I'll never forget, I felt him fill
me up with his hot cum. He was plastering my insides as I shot all over
myself, more than I had ever come before even though we'd come just an hour
or two before.

The last thing I wanted him to do was pull out, but he fell out, so the
point was moot. He cleaned us both up with some wet wipes, then took me in
his arms once more. I could have died a happy young man right then and
there, but I wanted more even though I knew it was impossible. This one
time would have to be our one and only time. I tried not to cry but
couldn't help it. Pat hugged me tightly, letting me get it all out.

We hiked back the next morning after breakfast and were greeted with
questions by our cabinmates. We told what we thought they might want to
hear, minus the good stuff. We had agreed that that would remain just
between us as it was too special to ever share with another living soul.

*

Saying goodbye was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do. We couldn't show
just how much we meant to each other in front of the other boys, so we just
shook hands and said, "Keep in touch." We had already exchanged our
addresses and phone numbers earlier in the cabin. He gave me his
grandparents' address and phone because he didn't know his brother's yet.

On the long bus ride home, I couldn't keep it together, so I went ahead and
cried a little. It's not like I was the only one crying, okay I was, but at
least the others didn't tease me about it when they certainly could have. I
was better by the time we reached the parking lot where my parents were
waiting for me. It was good to see them after what seemed like being away
all summer. I told them about all of my adventures, well not all of them,
over the next few days and they had to agree that Scout Camp had been a
good idea.

(to be continued in Part 4)