Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2010 19:12:00 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: My Troop (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/m, m/M...)

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My Troop
By
Wolf

	When I was old enough to join the Boy Scouts
I was thrilled when a neighbor boy, named John,
asked me to join his troop.  We had become close
friends, when I was still a Cub Scout.  We used to
slip away to a deserted barn where he would pull out
his cock and would have me suck his cock until he
would cum in my mouth.  He assured me that if I
joined his troop that there would be a lot of cocks
to suck.

	We lived in a small farming town called Lamont,
just southeast of Bakersfield, California.  When I
went to my first troop meeting I was thrilled to see
that there were more than twenty guys in the troop.
I met the Scoutmaster and his two Assistant
Scoutmasters.  They assured me that any friend of
John's was welcome to join the troop.  They told me
that only special boys were allowed to join their
troop.  They were all smiles as they interviewed me.
While they were talking to me their hands were all
over me.  When one of the Assistants hand brushed
the front of my jeans I sprang a boner.  I blushed
because I was so stimulated by his touch.  He smiled
and said, "It is obvious the Allan is an ideal
candidate for our troop!"

	The three adults were very complimentary
about the size of my boner for a boy my age.  The
Scoutmaster told me that before you could join our
troop that the senior patrol had to interview you.
They can do that after the meeting tonight if you're
willing.  I assured him that I was willing to do
anything to become a Boy Scout.

	I watched the guys in the troop practice
setting up tents and checking out the equipment
they were going to use on their next campout.
There was a lot of horsing around.  I saw guys
getting goosed in the ass and guys grabbing
crotches.  It was enough to give me a hard-on.
After the troop meeting was over the Senior Patrol
Leaders took me into a separate room to talk to me.

	They told me that their troop had a lot of fun
and had at least one campout every month.  The only
requirement was that as a new Scout I would have to
suck the cocks of all of the older Scouts whenever
they wanted and never tell anyone what goes on
within the troop.  I assured them that I was willing
to do anything to join the troop.  To prove my
sincerity of my statement, the five guys in the
Senior Patrol all dropped their Scout Shorts and
pulled out their cocks.  They were all between 17 and
almost 18-years old.  All of them had cocks as large
as most men.

	I set about sucking all of their cocks' one at a
time.  The ones in line were rubbing their cocks
against my cheeks to keep them hard.  It took a
little time to suck all of their cocks and swallow
their cum.  When we came out of the storage room
they gave the Scoutmaster thumbs up.  The
Assistant Scoutmaster gave me the appropriate
paperwork and a list of thing to buy.  He assured me
that I would not need to buy all of the camping
equipment for awhile.  The Patrol would look after
me for awhile.

	I got the paperwork for my parents to sign.  I
knew there would be no problem.  My father worked
as a truck driver.  He hauled everything from hay to
milk tankers.  He was rarely home.  My mother
worked in Bakersfield a granary office.  In city
terms I would be called a latchkey kid.

	Buying me the equipment and uniform would not
be a problem.  Being country folks we had a lot of
outdoor stuff I could use.  They signed the
appropriate paper work and I made arrangements
with the Senior Patrol Leader to take me into
Bakersfield to buy my new uniform.  I was very
excited about getting a new uniform.  The Senior
Patrol Leader helped me select the right insignia for
my uniform and a few items he knew I would need
including my hand book.  Then we headed to a
discount sporting goods store where we bought the
sleeping bag, ground cloth and insolate along with
eating utensils.  On the way back home he pulled his
old Ford pickup off of the road into a grape
vineyard.  He pulled his jeans down and told me to
suck his cock.  I was happy to do it for him.

	I had a lot of things to learn and memories to
make over the next few years.  It was not long
before I got to go on my first campout with the
troop.  We met at the Scout house and loaded up
the trucks and cars before we headed into the
mountains.  When you leave the valley floor and head
into the mountains it cools off the higher you get
into the mountains.  I didn't know where we were
headed but John assured me that where we were
going there would not be any nosy campers around.  I
didn't question his statement at all.

	When we left the main road we had to stop
while the gate was unlocked and closed and locked
after the last vehicle passed through.  We followed
a winding dirt road for almost an hour before we
reached a grassy meadow surrounded by trees and
rocks with a pretty good sized creek running through
it.  The vehicles were pulled up in a circle near the
trees.  We unloaded the gear and set up camp.  We
deliberately used three man tents but only had two
to a tent so that we would have plenty of room.
John and I were sharing a tent.  We all took off out
uniforms and played in the creek to cool off.  The
water was cold enough to shrink anyone's boner.  My
balls all but retracted into my body.  Guys were
fooling around.  They even started a touch football
game in the nude.  I never saw so many guys getting
tagged on the ass.

	As the evening approached everyone pitched in
to cook dinner.  When everything was cleaned up we
gathered around a fire ring and told horror stories.
One by one group's of guys retired to their tents.  I
was pretty well sunburned by that time and the cool
nigh air made me feel cold.  I was shaking by the
time John and I headed to out tent.  We had set up
our bedding next to each other.  The way John
warmed me up was to lie on top of me and stick his
cock in my mouth while he sucked on mine.  While we
were sucking cocks I heard a lot of moaning and
other oral noises coming from the tents around us.
Eventually the noise subsided and I fell asleep.

	In the morning the heat of the morning sun
woke me up early.  I had to piss, so I crawled out of
the bag John and I were sharing.  John only groaned
as I got up, and slipped on my Scout shorts so that I
could find a place to pee.  When I got out of the
tent I looked around for a place to go.  That's when
I saw Scoutmaster Miller coming out of his tent
with the Tenderfoot Scout following right behind
him.  They were both naked.

	The Tenderfoot didn't interest me.  He was
just a little older than me and built much like me.
The only thing I noticed about him was the way he
was walking.  He was walking like he had a pole up his
ass and it hurt.  Mr. Miller did interest me because
of the size of his cock.  It was hanging limply
between his legs and had to be close to seven inches
long.  The damned thing looked as big around as my
wrist.  He was also the first cock I had ever seen
that was uncircumcised.  The skin dangled well past
the knob of his cock.

	When Mr. Miller saw me he smiled and winked
at me.  He saw my piss hard-on tenting out my
shorts, and knew what I was looking for.  He
motioned for me to come along with him and his
young friend.  He led us into the woods.  When we
far enough away and in a place off of the trail he
stood straddle legged, with that monster cock in
hand and started peeing on the ground.  The other
boy took hold of his own cock and peed close to the
same place.  I had to unfasten my shorts and
extract my dick to follow suit.

	Mr. Miller told me that the troop was going to
take a little hike after breakfast.  All you will need
to take with you is a water bottle and a light jacket
in case it got cooler.  By the time we got back to
camp just about everyone was up and breakfast was
well underway.  Mr. Miller bellowed out, "IT'S A
GREAT DAY FOR SCOUTING!"

	There was some grumbling but eventually
everyone was up.  Most of them were still naked.  At
least all of them put on boots, shorts and T-shirts
before started off on the hike.  It was strenuous
work hiking up to the top of the mountain.  We were
sweaty by the time we reached the top.  There were
pictures taken of the group.  We lounged around for
awhile and before long guys were sucking cocks.  A
few of them were even butt fucking some of the
younger Scouts.

	On the way down the mountain Mr. Miller asked
me if I would like to sleep with him that night.  Just
the thought getting my hands on that cock was
enough to give me a boner stiff enough to be painful
inside my shorts.  John was there and assured me
that it was alright.  John wrapped his arm around
the Tenderfoot that had been with Mr. Miller that
morning and said, "You and I are bunking together
tonight, it looks like!"

	The second evening there was a campfire and
the patrols put on some skits that were meant to
embarrass the adult leaders.  They were spanked
bare assed and Scout jacked them off in front of
everyone.  Eventually guys started turning in.  Mr.
Miller led me to his tent and told me to undress
before entering.  When I bent over to enter the
tent he goosed my ass.  He removed his clothes too.
When we were on our backs he allowed me to play
with his cock.

	I could actually wrap both of my hands around
the shaft of his cock like a baseball bat.  Only no
baseball bat handle I ever held was as big around.  I
could not even touch my fingertips to my thumb.  I
was fascinated with his foreskin.  When I pulled it
back to expose the mushroom it was wet.  I was
thrilled by the smell of his cock.  I licked the knob
and was only able to get a little more than the knob
into my mouth.  I was jacking him off while sucking
on a mouthful of his cock.  Mr. Miller was stroking
my hair while I sucked his cock.  He warned me he
was about to cum.  When he did cum it was more
than I expected.  Cum filled my mouth and when I
tried to breathe cum came bubbling out of my nose.
Mr. Miller kissed me and turned me over and started
sucking my cock.  I was just starting to cum at that
age.  Just when I was getting comfortable with my
cock in Mr. Miller's mouth he placed his hand
between my legs and ran his finger up and down the
crack of my ass.  When his finger was wet from my
own sweat he stuck a finger into my asshole.  That
caused me to have the strongest climax I had ever
had to that date.

	He held onto my legs after swallowing my cum
while we rested.  I could tell when he was ready to
start all over because his cock was hard again.  This
time he pulled a sleeping bag still in its stuff sack
into the middle of the tent and draped me face down
across it.  My butt was at his mercy.  He greased my
hole up with some sort of slippery liquid and his cock
too.  I knew what he was about to do and was
frightened.  I was sweating even more than the
morning hike.  He told me to relax or it would hurt.
When he pressed his cock against my asshole he
spanked my butt hard just as his cock forced into
my hole.  I bit my lip because it hurt so much.  When
he started fucking my ass it took awhile before the
blinding pain was replaced by a feeling that made my
dick throb.  I actually squirted my watery cum all
over the stuff sack of the sleeping bag.  Mr. Miller
was holding onto my naked hips while he was fucking
me.  Just as he was starting to cum he lay on my
back and reached under me and took hold of one of
my nipples with one hand while he shoved the other
hand under my hip and took hold of my still hard
dick and pulled on my wet dick.  When he withdrew
his cock from my ass, I felt a cold rush of air on my
throbbing asshole.  He pushed the sleeping bag aside
and reclined on his back while he continued playing
with his still stiff cock.

	There was still enough light filtering through
the thin walls of his tent to allow me to admire his
hairy body.  I cuddled up along side of him, so that I
could get close to his cock.  I was fascinated by his
foreskin.  I took hold of his cock and pulled the skin
back several times before I took his cock into my
mouth.  I not only cleaned off the residue of cum
from his cock, I sucked him until he got hard again.
At that point he placed his hand on the back of my
head and thrust his hips upwards.  He fucked my
mouth until he came in my mouth one more time.
There were some more games the next day before
we packed up and headed home.

	The troop meting continued as normal as we
planned for the next outing.  I didn't understand why
the older Scouts were so excited about the next
campout.  John explained to me one night while I was
sucking his cock why it was so special.  Apparently
this campout was going to be at a resort on the
north side of the San Gabriel Mountains.  The resort
was located right on the San Andreas Fault looking
over the hills created by the fault so that we could
see the Mojave Desert.  I still didn't understand the
significance that made this campout so special.
John chuckled, "You will find out for yourself."

	When the appointed date arrived we backed up
the trucks and cars and headed over the highway 58
over the Tehachapi Pass to highway 14 and south
past Palmdale where we turned east on highway 18
before turning south into the mountains.  The desert
air sweeping up the mountain was dry.  I had to drink
a lot of water to keep my nose from drying out.
When we got into the forested area the pine trees
added a peppery smell to the air.  This time when we
turned onto a dirt road we passed through a gated
entrance with a security guard.  I didn't get a good
look at the sign but did read that it was a private
resort.  We traveled for at least a mile on that
rutted dirt road before coming to several cabins.

	I was a little shocked to see a naked man come
out of one of the larger cabins to greet us.  It
turned out that the resort was a nudist resort for
gay men that came mostly from the greater
southern California area.  This week there would not
be a lot of tourists.  There were just a few staff
members and a few special guests there that week.
We pretty much had our choice of cabins.  What
this resort had for us was a swimming pool, baseball
diamond, and volleyball courts.  There was a staffed
dining hall, so we didn't have to cook our meals.  The
days were spent in swimming and playing.

	The volleyball games were great fun.  The
teams were made up of Scouts and some of the male
guests.  The payoff for winning or losing was that
the losers had to service the winners.  If I was on a
winning team I got to fuck my opposite team
member or have him suck my cock.  Likewise if my
team lost I had to make myself available to the
other team member for his pleasure.  By that time I
loved getting fucked.  I was a regular cock whore.
Even if I won I would eventually allow the men to
fuck my ass.  Anytime I found a man with a cock like
Mr. Millers I had to get with them.  I loved the smell
of their wet mushrooms under the foreskin.  I don't
even know how many times some man fucked my ass
while I sucked some ones cock.  There were times
when John and I would take on groups of older men.
By the time the week was over I had earned such
merit badges as Archery, Marksmanship (before
Rifle and Shotgun and Shotgun shooting and Black
power) Swimming and Wilderness Survival.

	Every Scoutmaster conference would include
me giving Mr. Miller and his Assistant Scoutmasters
cocks and might include them fucking my ass.  I
loved making ranks.  Every rank I made meant that
there would be more Scouts under me.  I could order
them to service me on outings.

	I was going through a growth spurt and my
Scout shorts that had been so baggy when I joined
the troop now were so tight that they crept up the
crack of my ass.  My cock was as large as any guy in
the troop.  I had plenty of pubic hair.  I had grown
into a senior leadership position.  Now I was the guy
that was bringing in young boys to the troop.  I
really enjoyed teaching young boys the pleasure of
anal sex.  I especially enjoyed fucking young boy's
ass, right alongside Mr. Miller fucking one of the
new recruits.  John was an adult by that time and
was an Assistant Scoutmaster.



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