Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2005 21:18:44 +0000 From: czykguy Nomdeplume Subject: BOYLOVER'S TALES - SCOUTING FOR BOYS -CUBS - The New Pack Part 1 BOYLOVER'S TALES - SCOUTING FOR BOYS - CUBS -The New Pack Part 1 By Czykguy 1998 FIRST TUESDAY I had not met Matthew on my first night when I was introduced to the Cub Pack that I was due to take over as he did not attend due to a suspected cold. The original Akela was leaving for personal domestic reasons involving a messy divorce and parent care problems, and I was not upset when she confided to me that she wished to get away as soon as possible, so once she was sure of my competence, half-way through the evening she left to deal with her problematic aged mother. I knew that there were no other helpers, other than the odd Scout and this is what attracted me to the position in the first place. I had had to leave my previous Troop due to a promotion at work which had meant moving to another party of the country; and I was anxious to get back to the company of boys and their special toys. I surveyed my new domain. As usual they were a mixed energetic bunch and as ever with a new face of authority anxious to please. I wondered how far they would be prepared to go to please and I intended making it as pleasant for me as for them. There were the usual frantic ones and the usual quiet ones but all in all they were an attractive bunch of seven to 10 year olds. I knew well enough not to assume that the biggest were the oldest and spent the rest of the evening evaluating the boys and wondering who was `kingpin' amongst them. As they all dressed to go home I watched to see if any changed out of uniform and was rewarded with a glimpse of ten pairs of underpants of various types, amongst which the dreaded boxer shorts were too much in vogue. I decided that the abolition of such unattractive garments would be one of my aims. I personally preferred the tighter fitting briefs or thongs that showed off a boy's genital attributes more and hoped to gently push them more towards such a choice for Cub nights or if more possible no underwear at all. To that end I decided that it would be a good idea to introduce a rough wear uniform or `activity gear', which the boys would change into after the initial inspection, thereby saving wear and tear on expensive uniform. With luck I might even get the boys to accept the odd nude evening, once they had been weaned towards the joys of naked boyhood and hopefully naked Akela's. I also noted that a number of boys went home together, quite usual in a small village location so parental attendance was minimal and I hoped to reduce it even further. THE NEXT TUESDAY My next night Akela left me completely in charge as she had an unexpected hospital visit to make, her father had been taken in following his appointment and she had been unable to get away from work as it was not considered life threatening. The boys lined up in uniform and I asked them to sit down in a semi circle in front of me so we could have a talk before the first game. I noticed a couple of new faces, including a very attractive blond boy, who did appear to be older than most. I asked them to raise their hands if they had any questions about what I was saying and that they should when pointed to give their name first so I could begin to know them directly. I then explained about having a change of uniform so that their Cub uniform would not get dirty and a number of heads nodded. I suggested a T-shirt, preferably plain white so that we could begin to decorate it with my special pens. A number of astonished grins went around at this and I could almost hear their brains whirring. A pair of shorts was next, but not football, as they would be needed elsewhere. Old used second pairs of such shorts would be acceptable as damage was already done, perhaps an old pair of swimming trunks, or cut down old pairs of school trousers or short trousers. Plimsolls or the current vogue of baseball shoes instead of leather shoes were also suggested and again a number of heads nodded. I had not mentioned vests or socks and if they agreed the suggested outfit then they would be reduced to just wearing, the shoes, the shorts, the T-shirt and their underwear and I intended making that a non- requirement as soon as practicable. There were a couple of easy questions so we went into the first game. I asked them to return to their sixes and then explained that I would be running a proper points system to improve standards. The six or cub who got the most would get special prizes, like a six outing to the swimming pool in town or a trip to the pictures. I then told them to get ready for the first game for which as it was noisy and energetic they would need to take off their Cub jumpers and return to their six positions with their scarf tucked inside their shorts and hanging out over their backsides, ready for when I said `go'. The first six all lined up would get the first 10 points on offer. There was a mad rush of effort and eventually a bunch of red-faced boys were lined up. I duly checked to see if they were all `scarfed' up and then got them to line up in heights so I could divide them into two teams. Once they were divided up I told one side to take off their vests so everyone knew which side they were on. I explained that the leaders (the each tallest) would stand on a chair at opposite ends of the room and the intention was that each player would try to grab a scarf from another player and hand it to their leader. The leader could use his bunch of scarves to give his runners a second scarf if they lost theirs but no one was to try and take them out of his hand. Once the leader had five scarves in his hand he could ask another player (if he was tired of running) to take his place but if he lost his scarf he had to return to the chair until five more scarves were handed to him. If you lost your scarf you had to retire from the game or get another scarf from the leader, you could not try and take a scarf if you did not have one to lose. The boys were asked to check if they had their names on their scarves and if not then I would quickly write them on. A number of boys stepped forward and as I began to write initials a couple of others stepped forward shamefacedly to also get theirs done. I then asked each boy to turn to the right and check the back of the boy in front of them and make sure all scarves had names or initials. Three more were found and marked, there was the usual name- calling as the unidentified scarves were found and at last the game began with the usual mad frenetic running. I stood and watched as they tore around, the leaders anxious to get in on the act and demanding scarves be passed to them so they could join in. In no time at all both leaders were off their chairs and a small queue of tired boys without scarves began to gather around the leaders chairs as they wanted to stay in the game and stand on the chair. After ten minutes I decided to call a halt and declared the winner, which was the side with the greatest number of scarves. As it was now very warm in the room I suggested those who wished to could also take of their vests to cool down and I got them to lie down to do some small relaxing exercises. Most boys did as suggested and I walked around asking them to lift one leg and then the other, all the time looking down the legs of their shorts to see any sight of their underwear. I then got them to join up in pairs and get their partner to hold their feet up in the air six inches above the ground and then to let go so that they had to hold them up on their own. The boys then reversed positions and all did the same. As they were now cooled down, reluctantly I asked them to dress so they were comfortable and to line up in their sixes for the next task, most just put their vests back on. Once lined up, I told them that I wanted the smallest member of the six to walk around the room at 90 degrees. This meant that the rest of the six would have to support them in some way and they had 5 minutes to try out various methods before each six would attempt it. They would be starting at the same time from different points so that no six would know how the others were going to do it. I left them in their respective corners whilst they argued and tried various ways whilst trying not to let the others see what they were doing and also watched to see what the other's were doing. Finally I called them to attention and then started them off. As they were tired from the game and the exercises I knew that this was also a draining effort but that they would be able to see their success if any. I watched all carefully and was delighted to see the blond-headed lad Matthew, who was a Sixer and also able to get the boys to act well under him. The boys all seemed to enjoy this task and eventually a winner was found. I now changed the task so that the heaviest boy had to walk around the room on his fingers, again at 90 degrees, but his feet had to be totally off the ground at all times, once I had given the `go'. The boys all struggled with this until I called a halt and gathered them around me to show how it could be done. I took Matt (the blond lad) to one side and explained how to do it, at which a huge grin lit up his face and he hurried to get the items I wanted. He returned giggling, with the two chairs and the boys sat mystified until I stood on one chair and began to walk my hands as far as they could go then stepped onto the next chair and so on with Matt replacing the chairs one by one until I had `finger' walked one wall. They were now eager to try themselves and the race was on to get all the six, all round the room, in a relay format. I did limit them to just two chairs to keep them working hard. Again they were told to make themselves comfortable and most went bare- chested as they sat back afterwards to cool down, whilst the largest and the smallest were set off to do it all again as a pair. Eagerly cheering on their respective team-mates they were soon back on their feet urging their friends to greater effort. By the end of the evening they were well worn out and very happy with all the fun they had had. I asked all the Sixers to see me before they went home and once all four were gathered around me explained that I wanted to see them as a group to get to know them and asked if they could all get to the Clubhouse on Sunday afternoon (I had already checked when was the best time) for a couple of hours. I also asked them not to come in uniform but to bring the suggested change of activity gear so we could each see how everyone attempted it. I had already prepared letters to go with the boys and all said they would be there. I knew that their old Akela would now not be back and I telephoned her the next day to confirm that the boys had accepted me and she need not attend again. She did not want any presentation or recognition as she had only been there two months and had only taken it on as a favour. The CUBS RED GREEN BLUE YELLOW Matt 10 Sam 9_ Tim 9« Bob 9« Tom 9 Phil 9« Neil 8 Paul 8_ Ray 8« Colin 8« Rick 8¬ Trevor 8¬ Alf 8 Bill 8 Tony 7_ Robin 7_ Dick 8 Chris 7_ Eric 7_ Andy 7¬ Mark 7 Jack 7_ Harry 7 Fred 7 SUNDAY Sunday afternoon Matt (10), Sam (9 _), Tim (9«) and Bob (9«) were already waiting for me when I arrived 10 minutes early. We went inside and I sat them down around a table and asked them what they thought about the Pack evening. They chorused how much fun it had been, their excitement bubbling over as they all tried to talk at once. Finally I calmed them down got them to speak just one sentence each describing how they felt about the evening and told them they were not to repeat anything the previous boys had said. This reduced the discussion to a couple of minutes and then I asked them to lay out their choice of `Activity gear' which was what we were now calling the change of rough wear uniform. Eagerly they all set to and a range of items was laid out. I now asked them to change to see how long it took and to get them used to quickly undressing. I watched avidly as they undressed. Only one Sam was wearing boxers, the others wearing various types of briefs, all of which looked clean. Once they were lined up I checked them over, explaining that no vests were to be worn under the t- shirts and socks were also to be taken off. I also explained that uniform taken off would have to be folded properly or hung up on hangers (preferred) and suggested that to get boys to act together we would have to get them to follow a particular routine until everyone was used to the new procedure. This would form part of the six point's reward and the first six to get 100 points would be taken to the seaside on a day out. I explained that what I wanted was the boys to line up in uniform as usual, then they were to rush and change out of uniform, making sure it was properly folded and then line up (they would now all be just in their underwear). They would now be ready to change into activity gear and extra points would be available for those who were correctly dressed over the two stages. At the end of the evening this would be repeated in the opposite way, ending up with all boys back in full uniform but I wanted the Sixers to all to try it out themselves until they got it right. Quickly the four got ready back into what they had turned up in. There was some disagreement until we made sure each boy took off the same number of items and off they went (at one point this meant that one boy would also have to take of his briefs but regretfully they sorted this out). I was not yet ready to get them to agree that all should remove their underwear but I hoped that this would soon be a common occurrence. I soon had four semi naked boys sat down cross-legged; this expands the briefs and sometimes opens the boxer flies, and I checked them all as they did so. Sam very kindly leaned back at one point and I had a bird's eye view of his little knob, for the others their bulges spoke of delights to come and Matt appeared to be well endowed if the bulge was correct. I also made sure that each boy had folded their clothes nicely and then set them off to change into activity gear. They soon got into the swing of things and after six goes at changing backwards and forwards we eventually sat down, a little hot in just their underwear whilst we talked about the things they had done and the things they wanted to do. I got out a bottle of fizzy that I had put into the kitchen to get cold and my album of activities and camps and they gathered around to look at it. Tim very kindly sat on my lap so all could get in to look and I cuddled him gently between the legs a couple of times as he turned the pages. There were a number of pictures of boys and youths all engaged in various activities and also clad in as little as possible. I had also included a number of pictures of boys with erections encased by their briefs and a couple of boys in the nude and a set of pictures concerning a nude bathing session at one camp. One picture showed three boys from the same patrol with their erect cocks fully under water and big grins on their faces. The boys all laughed at these pictures, giggling at the nude boys swimming or sitting by the picnic table. One showed a boy tucking into an iced bun, those in the know would know that it was semen that covered the bun and not icing and my semen at that. There was also a set of pictures concerning initiations at camp and by this time the boys did notice that all that the boys were now nude all the time. Finally there was a set of some cubs which showed them at a water games evening I had held and the final picture was the whole pack standing naked holding up the trophies they had won. The boys did not appear to notice that each boy was erect. I now took out my camera and asked the boys to pose for me for my new album for their Pack. "Do we have to take off our pant's?" asked Tim. The others looked at bit taken aback at this. "Only if you want to," I said making light of the situation, at which the others giggled. "Now get into position?" I asked and they began to sort them selves out. Finally they were posed and I moved them slightly, managing to get Sam's boxers to open slightly. "Right, say `cheese'," I said and they all bared their teeth. I took a couple more and then Tim said, "Do another one," and as I looked up he pulled his briefs down to his knees. The other's giggled and were happy to be posed with him but no one else dropped theirs. Tim also posed on his own again with his briefs down and Matt turned to one side to show me his very nice bum on his solo shot. Sam giggled and did as Tim suggested and pulled open his boxer's flies but nothing could be seen. Bob did not want to do anything but just as I was about to take the picture he pulled up the side of his briefs and let his genitals dangle down. The others did not notice. As far as I was concerned everything was going very nicely to my plan. I had explained that I wanted each boy to work with me on a personal project and that as Matt was the oldest and likely to be leaving to join scouts soon, he would be first. I asked him to let me know which evening or weekend morning he would be free to come to my house to start on this and he said he would let me know on Tuesday evening at Pack night. THIRD TUESDAY Pack night had the boys jumping in and out of their clothes and as ever I took plenty of pictures, especially when they were undressing and lined up, or sat down wearing just their pants. I smiled at Tim as I took one of his six but he did not take the bait but Bob again as his six were sitting down obliged me with the lift of his briefs and I shot him with his knob hanging down as he sat with them. I put them through their paces and we played a number of energetic games alternating with activity gear changing practise and by the end of the evening it had become routine. As Matt was about to change at the end of the evening I grabbed him when he had still not yet put on his trousers and sat him down to ask about his availability. He sat opposite me dressed in just his vest and pants and socks, his hands around one knee, which accentuated the slight bulge between his legs. Luckily he had talked to his mother; it appeared he was an only child. His father had disappeared some year's back and he lived with his mother, his two aunts and his grandmother. He was free on Saturday morning as, he grimaced, this was shopping day and no one would leave him alone at home. The only problem was getting home but I explained that I would pick him up in my car, which would give me a chance to meet his family and then return him at an agreed time. He was more than welcome to stay for lunch and tea and we could watch any favourite TV programme if there was anything he would miss. "Cor! Great," he said, and added, "What are we going to do?" I gave him a few pages I had typed up about what clothes to wear in dangerous conditions and asked him to read it. "I'm not very good at learning," he said a bit embarrassed. "I don't want you to learn it," I explained, "I want you to just read it so you have some idea and I want you to bring along some clothes of yours and your family that are the wrong or the right thing to wear. It will be a funny way of getting the correct idea across." He looked at me blankly for a minute. "Look," I said, "when you go up a mountain where it is snowing would you wear swimming trunks?" "Don't be daft," he said, "that's silly." "Off course," I replied, "that's the idea. Now would you go swimming in your boots?" "No I oh I get it," the penny dropped. "I could bring," he said excitedly. "No. Don't tell me," I said putting my hand on his sweet mouth, "save it for Saturday." He giggled, "You bet," he smiled. Behind us there was a bit of noise and commotion. Tim's six seemed to be having a row of some kind. Most of the others had left so I went over to investigate. Tim who was still half undressed and a younger boy who was also not fully dressed, were really going at it hammer and tongs and the other were stood around adding in their half pence when they got a chance. "Stop it!" I shouted loudly. They did and turned to look at me. "Right Tim you and." I pointed to the younger boy, "you stay. The rest of you shoot and you two sit down and sit in silence and then when you are quiet and everyone's gone I will talk to you." They sat sullenly glaring at each other. Once nearly everyone apart from Matt had gone I went back to them. By this time Tim was a little tearful and sensing he was at fault I asked him first what it was about." "It was supposed to be a laugh," he said, "you know like with the other cubs and scouts you've been with. You know like in the pictures." His eyes were full of tears. "I just wanted Harry to do the same thing." "Harry?" I asked. Tim pointed at the boy beside him who sat quietly, angrily swinging his legs back and forth. "He's my brother," explained Tim, "and I thought it would be a laugh if we got pictured like those other cubs and scouts, but the other's didn't think so and Harry wouldn't do it with me." Tim broke off. "But Tim," I gently explained, "Harry and the others haven't seen the pictures so they don't understand that some of them are fun things as well as hard working boys in a camp situation. I mean none of you have been to a camp have you." Both boys nodded. "It's a bit unfair to ask your six to do things without letting them get used to an idea or showing them that it is meant to be a fun thing. I mean how can it be fun if they don't want to do it." "See," said Harry, "I told you, you was wrong." "Harry," I said, "It's not a question of it being wrong it's more a question of being able to explain that it is funny in a way that you will see it is funny." He gave me a funny look. "Look," I explained, "you go to the pictures don't you?" he nodded, "and if you go to a comedy film don't you laugh if someone loses their trousers in a funny way?" again he nodded. "Well some of the pictures that Tim saw were funny because the boys were having fun and they showed that in the pictures. I am sorry I don't have them with me to show you but I do have a picture of Tim that I think is funny and he thought it was funny when he posed for it. Here sit here and I will get it." I hurried off to my bag. The original intention was to have a wank in the clubhouse with the picture when the boys had gone but I needed to make Harry laugh and the sight of Tim with the others half naked and his pants down around his ankles was quite funny. But would Harry see it. Matt had also joined the two when I got back. He had his arm around Tim and was stroking his back. "Here," I said putting out the photo in front of them. The three looked and then the giggles started. "He looks so silly, "laughed Harry, "the others standing there and him with his knickers down. What a laugh." "Now," I said, "see Tim just got the way of explaining it wrong. I think you owe him an apology." "I only wanted to start our book off in a funny way," sighed Tim, "I thought it would be a laugh if all of us stood like that and I wanted to do it for you to make you welcome," he added. "Well thank you," I said, "perhaps another time, there's plenty of Pack nights to come." "I'll pose with you," unexpectedly said Matt, "if you still want to do so?" "Would you?" half-smiled Tim. "I'll get the camera," I smiled. When I got back Tim had taken off his socks and shirt and vest and stood in his briefs. Matt was having a problem with taking off his jumper so Tim gave him a hand. I took a few photos as they got undressed and then the two of them stood there naked but for their briefs. As I posed them to get the right effect Harry said, "I'll do it. I'll do it. Sorry brother I am so sorry." and he began to undress. Again I kept the camera busy as Tim helped Harry undress. The three of them then stood there and suddenly Tim took of his briefs. Harry followed and I now had two nude boys and it was only my second Pack night. They stood either side of Matt and I snapped them several times and then had to change the film. Harry said, "What can we do to make it really funny." "I know," shouted Tim, "we can put our knickers on our heads." No sooner said than was done and I also posed them standing beside Matt with a finger of each of his hands poking our through the briefs flies almost like they had got knobs on their heads. It was Harry that suggested that they now put their fingers thought Matt's briefs so he looked like he had two knobs. Matt suggested that he pulled a funny face as though they were now grabbing him by the balls. "Now you two," I said, "I think you should make up proper. What does your mother make you do when you have done something wrong to each other," Tim looked embarrassed and Harry smirked, "We kiss and make up," he giggled, "Come on that would be a real funny picture." Obediently Tim puckered up and Harry kissed him. I positioned Matt behind the kiss, so that his briefs provided the backdrop. "Come on do it properly," said Harry, pulling Tim towards him. I was surprised by the loving way he kissed and the way Tim responded by kissing him back: I decided to work with it. I suggested that he let Harry sit on his lap and then kiss him, both would be more comfortable. I adjusted them so that Tim's cock could be seen beneath Harry's bum and that Tim's hand cupped his brother's cock. Harry wound his arm around his brother's neck and they kissed. "Can I kiss you too?" asked Harry to Matt who initially just leaned in so Harry could kiss him. Tim sat still his hand still clasping his brother's cock and then at Harry's insistence he reluctantly changed position with Matt. Matt would not hold Harry's cock but did leave his hand fairly close to it. "Now you," said Harry and without hesitation I changed positions with them and gave Matt a quick instruction on how to take the picture. Harry turned out to be a great kisser for all his young age and we kissed for a couple of minutes. Without realising it my hand had grasped his young cock and begun to masturbate it and when realisation dawned on me I quickly broke the kiss and let go of his cock, which was now semi hard. "Gosh," said Harry, "that was nice. Now Tim, you sit here and you kiss him." Reluctantly Tim did as he was told. We kissed tentatively but Harry had done his work well and Tim was soon kissing back hard. Again I found my hand around a young cock and carefully rubbed it just enough to get it semi hard and then broke off. "That's enough now," I said, "Parents will be very worried about you. Now get dressed and I will take you home and apologise for keeping you." I could not help noticing that Matt's bulge appeared a little bigger. "We can save our kiss for Saturday," I smiled. He smiled back. I forgoed my wank and hustled them into the car anxious to get home and develop the pictures. In the back of the car I could see that Harry had his shorts down, he was still not wearing any knickers and was continually kissing Tim and putting Tim's hand onto his cock. "Sorry Tim, sorry Tim," he kept repeating between kisses. We dropped Matt off first and I went with him to apologise for keeping him and to confirm Saturday's arrangements. I hurried back to the car. In the back Harry was still climbing all over Tim. "Sorry for keeping you," I said without thinking. "Kiss, kiss," insisted Harry, "must apologise with a kiss." I stopped the car. "Now," I said, "That's enough. Your parents will be worried." "It's Ok," said Tim, "they won't be back from the pub. We often go home and just go to bed." "Oh," I said, "then let's get you home and I'll give you a goodnight kiss." "Hurrah," shouted Harry. Inside the house I hurried them up to their bedroom and helped Harry to undress. As soon as he was naked he sat down on my lap and insisted on his kiss. Leaving Tim to get himself ready I took a chance and began to kiss Harry as he wanted my hand busy with his young cock. All too soon he trembled and I knew he had come. I kissed him gently on the lips and said, "Now get to bed young man." He stood up his cock still hard and silently put on his pyjamas and got into bed. Tim had been watching us from the other bed. He now stood up and took off his pyjama top. "Me now please," he said. I gently reached out and undid his pyjama bottoms cord. They slipped down and round his now erect cock. I sat on his bed and he sat on my lap. Although not as good a kisser as his brother he did have a bigger cock and he responded well to the caressing I gave him. I felt him begin his tremble towards orgasm and increased my speed. He moaned gently as he shuddered. I lay him carefully back on his bed; his cock still hard, pulsing more and more. "Don't go?" he asked, "I get frightened sometimes waiting for Mum to come home." I lay down beside him and held him against me. Carefully and gently I began again, teaching him to open his mouth so I could insert my tongue. Beside us Harry's gentle breathing could be heard as he slept. Tim moaned softly as his second orgasm peaked higher and higher until slowly I caressed him over the edge. He lay back his eyes wet with unshed tears and slipped slowly off to sleep. Carefully I slipped off my trousers and briefs and eased my throbbing cock into the night air. Gently I eased the head back and forth across Tim's thin tube of a cock. It didn't take long just a few slow slides up and down and round his genitals and I flooded them with my sperm. As I eased away he blinked his eyes I leaned over and brushed my slimy cock head against his lips. Gently he opened them I slid the wet tip inside and felt him lick the tip, then he fell back asleep and I carefully dressed and left the house to grab my camera and returned to take a few private snaps. SATURDAY Saturday at 8.30am I rang Matt's doorbell. He answered quickly and went back to get his coat and bag. I waited outside and his mother came out to usher me in. Inside I met his family who were all looking forward to a Matt free shopping trip and thanked me for looking after him. I explained that he could stay as long as he wished and they said that his Saturday supper was at eight o`clock and he should be home for that. I happily bundled Matt and his bag into the car. "How's Tim and Harry?" I asked just in case something had been said. "Fine," said Matt, "he said to say thank you for staying with him on Tuesday. He really hates being there alone and he's sorry that Harry was such a prat, about the kissing." "Oh that's all right," I replied, "it's nice to see some boys can still kiss at their ages. Usually they think it's a bit sissy." "Tim's hoping you will go back with him next Tuesday after Pack night as his parents will be out later than usual. It's someone's birthday at the pub and they have been invited back by the Landlord for a party." "We'll have to see," I said making plans for Tuesday night in my head and Tim's bed. Once inside the house I showed Matt where everything was and we went through all the funny and correct items he had brought with him. I explained that what I wanted to do was to put on a show to the others of what and what not to wear and I wanted him and the other Sixers to do the 'acting' as I put it to show the rest of the Pack. "We can make them guess if it is right or wrong," Matt said getting into the swing of it. "Come on then," I said, "lets see you start." He began to undress and I started to help him, finally all he wore was a very clean pair of white briefs. "Right," I said reaching for them, "let's start at the very beginning. You won't need these for a start," and I began to ease them down; there was no trace of hesitation or concern as I slid the white tight cotton down the soft skin of his legs. In fact as I stumbled a bit taking his feet one at a time out of his briefs he giggled at my clumsiness. I leaned back an now at last for the first time he stood naked before me. I admired his genitals; he had a thin worm of a cock that looked like it might grow nicely and a small set of smooth looking balls. "Now where's my camera," I said and spying it where I knew it would be I began to take a picture of him. He stood shyly at first. "I'm not a Tim," he said, covering his cock with his hand. "Nonsense," I said moving his hand away and briefly coming into contact with the thin tube, "It's easy." And so it was, by the time I had him changed in and out of so many clothes, the wrong ones that made him laugh, the right ones that made him hot, he was so used to being positioned he completely forgot when he was naked. As the room got hotter and hotter, I also began to lose some clothes and by the time lunch came around, Matt was completely naked and unaware and I was down to a pair of roomy shorts and T-shirt and slip-ons. I kept him busy helping me with lunch and when we sat down at the table all I wore was my shorts and he was at ease in the nude. As we ate we talked and laughed and I dripped some salad cream on his arm and chest and made a great clowning show of licking it off. He laughed so much that I did it again and eventually picked him up and placed him on the table and ate the last bit of my lunch off his tummy, carefully licking his nipples and belly button clean. I produced cream buns for dessert and he insisted on me lying on the table, so he could do the same. As I had hoped we ended smearing cream all over each other and licking it off. Back in the front room I sat him down beside me and went over some of the rules about hazardous country and hypothermia. I explained about the need to keep anyone suffering from hypothermia warm and that we would be practising some of the methods. I stressed the need to keep the vital areas warm and that blood rushed into the centre to keep the vital areas safe. I picked up his hand and began to rub it to show how to excite the extremities into warmth. I did the same with a leg and then casually began to stroke his cock. He had been used to my handling his body and lay quite still as his cock began to thicken. I talked softly telling him how the warmth was moving around his body and then as his cock reached full erection just quietly lay there stroking him. I sensed his breathing pattern changing and looked into his half-closed eyes. "All right?" I whispered, "feeling good?" "Yes," he whispered back. "Just lie back a bit and open your legs a bit." I told him. He did as he was told and I now brought my other hand into play to caress his legs and balls. "Oh, oh," he sighed. "It's Ok," I explained, "you're nearly there." His cock throbbed hot in my hand and his tummy tensed and the he took a deep breath and moaned a soft sigh as he exhaled. "There," I said and kissed his gentle red lips, "Now lie quiet whilst I take a couple of photos." He posed as I asked and then I suggested we went upstairs so he could have a shower. Obediently he followed me up to the bathroom and I lifted him into the bath ready for a shower. I carefully soaped his youthful body taking particular care with his cock, easing back the white foreskin to expose the bright red cockhead, hoping that soon it would soon be deep within my mouth. I dried him off and told him to use the toilet and then join me in the bedroom where we would carry out the next part of the task. Inside the bedroom I quickly removed my shorts and slid in under the cover. He knocked before entering. "Here," I said pulling back the cover on the side of the bed next to me. "This is where we practise the keeping someone warm, only as we are already warm we are likely to get much warmer and we may sweat a bit but the principle is the same. He lay down beside me and I leaned over to begin to once again stroke his body. He responded well, his nipples rising up and his cock soon followed. Harder and harder he got and hotter and hotter. Carefully I pulled the covers over him and slipped across his so soft body until my own hard, wet, dripping cock came into contact with his own and his tummy. Slowly I began to move up and down rubbing my cock across his skin revelling in the wondrous sensation when my cock slid up against his. I held back the urge to thrust knowing that this would worry him and continued to move slowly with long strokes until finally I boiled over and held him against me as I poured my semen across his throbbing cock. "I feel all wet," he said looking up at me, concern in his eyes. "I said we'd sweat a bit," I replied and pulling back the covers with me as I moved back to my side of the bed adding, "Let's have a look." I grabbed my camera to snap the sight of his throbbing cock and soft balls covered with my thin cream. Carefully I smoothed my spunk over his cock under his foreskin to lubricate the glans and he began to tremble. Faster and faster I now went rushing him to another dry orgasm lubricated with my own semen. As his cock throbbed my own throbbed in unison and as he came, I felt a small amount of semen leak out of my own cock. He lay back an exquisite look on his face. We lay for some minutes as both our cocks subsided and as mine finally deflated I judged it safe enough to pull back the covers and caress him with my body so that my cock touched his again. I kissed him gently on the lips and this time he kissed back. I watched as he looked down to see my cock. "Gosh isn't your knob a lot bigger than mine." he said wistfully. "That's because I'm older," I replied, "don't worry yours will get bigger as you grow older." and I gently moved down to kiss the tip. He giggled. We slept for about half an hour and then he woke me up stretching saying, "Gosh, I haven't fallen asleep on a Saturday afternoon for ages." We went downstairs for tea and both of us sat naked. "How do you feel now?" I asked, "only much of what we have done today we will have to do in front of the Cubs to show them how it is done. Is there anything you want to go over again today?" "Well," he said, "I don't quite understand the friction rub. I know it makes me feel hot, very hot but why do I feel so good when it is over?" "Perhaps it's the way I do it," I smiled. He giggled and I was aware that his cock was beginning to rise. I reached out and grasped the foreskin and gently pulled it back. He sighed. "Looks like its time to do it again." I smiled. "Tell you what, let's do it another way but this is not one for the cubs just yet." I picked him up carefully and sat him on the table on one of the chair cushions. I eased his legs apart and at last took the sweet cockhead into my mouth. I was conscious of his gasp as I did so and the next and the next as I tongued his foreskin back and began to suckle him in earnest. All the way he gasped to a heavy climax as I sucked him up and over the edge. When he came he shuddered several times, bent almost double over my head and when I reached up and began to kiss him deeply he lolled back accepting my tongue as it licked almost down to his tonsils. Sated I lifted him up and took him back to the bed. He lay silently as I once again lay on top of him and put his arms around my neck as I began to thrust myself up and down, rubbing my hard cock to another flooding orgasm. Once my orgasm was over I slipped off him and began to lick my sperm of his hot body finally licking him to a slow, very slow cocksucking orgasm that had him moaning deep within his empty balls. Again we slept. When we awoke an hour later we had about an hour before he was due back at his home. I kissed and caressed him and then reluctantly got him out of bed. I sent him downstairs to get dressed whilst I had a quick shower and then as I was drying he came into the bathroom. "Can't get dressed," he said. "Why not," I replied drying my heir. "It won't go down," he said. I pulled back the towel. He sat on the toilet, still naked with a thick, throbbing hard on between his legs. "I think we can do something about that," I smiled and quickly knelt down and sucked him to a quick climax. "Do we have to," he looked towards the bedroom door. "No," I said, "but if you need to practise anything then I will be at the Clubhouse tomorrow afternoon." Downstairs and dressed I went to check him over. He was still wearing his briefs. Quickly I undressed his lower half and took them off. "No need for these," I explained. "They just get in the way," and showed that I too was not wearing any. "You know it would be nice to see a full six sitting without any before we change." He giggled. I played with his semi erect cock all the way to his house. "See you tomorrow," I said kissing his cock. "What about tonight?" he said, "aren't you coming in." "Your family," I said. "Please come in please," he pleaded. I followed him into the house. "Ah the wanderer returns," His mother ruffled his hair, "and he brings a guest for supper. Come; come eat, there is plenty." My protestations were unheeded and soon I was sat beside Matt, stuffing my face with a marvellous lasagne. I had forgotten that Matt's family was of Italian descent and I thoroughly enjoyed my meal, especially when Matt grabbed my free hand to rub his hard cock whenever the opportunity arose. "Mum. Can I show Akela some stuff in my bedroom?" he asked and without waiting for permission I was dragged out of the dining room and up the stairs to his bedroom. Once inside Matt lost no time in getting undressed and I sat him on my lap and gently caressed his cock to another slow climax. As he lay back against me I kissed him gently. "Come on time for bed." I said. I helped him into his pyjamas, ignoring as he continually stuck his cock through the flies. "Tomorrow," I said firmly,"otherwise you will wear it out." I went downstairs to join his family for a final cup of coffee before going home. To be continued...............