Date: Fri, 2 Jul 2010 02:22:25 +0800 From: Charlie Rubin Subject: The Boys of Troop 501 - Chapter 1 - After the summer Introduction: This is my original, ongoing, fictitious work and I hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoy bringing it to you. Please observe all legalities applicable to you, including laws pertaining to access and proper respect for intellectual property. Feedback and comments are welcome and may be sent to c.rubin@contactoffice.net Spam and flames will be ignored for the uncharitable waste of bandwidth that they are. Finally, please join me in wishing for a world where love and intimacy can be freely expressed between loving individuals, regardless of background. H. Quentin Qoheleth, July 2010 The Boys of Troop 501 - Chapter 1- After the summer I hope he joins my patrol. Chester thought to himself as he looked at the handsome boy who sat on the floor. He's so bright and cheerful, even though he must be nervous as hell! The new recruits of Scout Troop 501 sat on the floor in two neat rows, the six of them forming a rank three across and two deep. Chester remembered his own first day well enough. It had been, on reflection, one of the most tremendous days of his life. "Hey Ches!" called a familiar voice from the stairwell, "come down to the Den and help me check my uniform will you?" Zachary Tanner, 'Zach' to his friends, beckoned him over to the troop's basement headquarters. It was a spacious room that served both as a social gathering place for members as well as a secure storage area for their equipment. Located in the lower basement of the local council building, it had been sited there for two reasons; its proximity to a community field, where many of the troop's activities were held, and because many years ago, the troop had opted to take the larger space in a less central location rather than a smaller, though less bare room in another building. Though the room's floor was bare concrete and the walls were of naked brick, many years of fundraising, kind donations and good old do-it-yourself elbow grease had turned it into a cosy home away from home. Large tracts of the floor were softened by a patchwork of recycled carpets, salvaged and donated from local offices when they underwent moves or renovations. The walls were adorned with flags, banners and photo frames, showing the smiling faces of generations of 501 scouts who had enjoyed each others' company, growing up in the rough and tumble of a youth spent in adventure and good company. An twelve-seat dining table set, donated by one of the town restaurants when they downsized, was the centrepiece of the business side of the room while an old but well maintained set of Chesterfield-style sofas and armchairs designated another quadrant of the rectangular room as the 'chill out corner'. To the uninitiated visitor, the Den looked like a motley collection of mismatched living room cast offs, but to the scouts of 501, it was the living product of a labour of love. As he stepped into the Den, Chester turned to close the door as was the troop custom- a closed door signified that 'serious' work was being done and that all wishing to enter should knock and wait for permission before entering. As soon as the door clicked shut, he felt Zach's hands on his shoulders and was spun around to find himself nose to nose with his friend. The musky, boyish smell of Zach's closeness started a tingle somewhere deep within Chester's loins and his friend's emerald green eyes seemed to draw him in. "I missed you over the summer", the green-eyed boy whispered huskily. It seemed that the long summer break had done nothing to dampen the special friendship the two scouts shared. Rather than say anything, Chester responded by grasping Zach by the hips and drawing them together, until their bodies were in contact from stomach to knee. The moment was sweet, as the two boys- not yet sixteen- savoured the other's smell and felt their breath blow warm against their faces. Then, with all the longing of two lovers separated overlong, they kissed. Gently at first, no more than an exchanging of pecks on the lips, and then more fully and intimately; their tongues writhing in growing passion as the boy's bodies tensed and pressed against each other, causing each to acutely feel the rising stiffness in their trousers. "Let's use the couch..." said Chester, breaking the kiss at last. "I haven't cum since last week, Ches..." was all Zach whispered as he reached out and ran his fingers through his friend's wavy brown hair. The boys sat down side by side on the Chesterfield sofa and hugged each other tightly. Zach had always been so expressive of his affection and the romantic love talk was hugely arousing for Chester. Reaching under the front of Zach's uniform shirt, Chester ran his hand across a set of firm pectorals and boyishly muscular abs. "Oooh... " said Ches with a smile, "someone's been working out!" While not a jock by any sense of the word, Zach was blessed with a naturally high metabolism that kept him lean despite a healthy teenage appetite and it was clear from his well muscled legs that he had been keeping active. "A hundred push ups and a hundred crunches twice a day," replied Zach as he reached out with both hands and pulled Chester's shirt off over his head. "Not a bad tan you've got there yourself!" Chester had spent a good part of the summer sailing off the coast and had acquired a sexy bronze tinge to his skin. Knowing that their absence would be noticed if they were gone too long, Chester moved to kneel on the carpet between Zach's legs and undid his friend's zipper, pulling his trousers and boxers down to reveal a familiar and welcome sight; Zach's erect, circumcised penis standing at attention and leaking pre-cum. "Oh! Oooh!" Zach arched his back and his eyes rolled backwards into his head as Chester's lips closed over the mushroom head and a skilful tongue teased the glands in practiced, well orientated flicks. Chester loved the taste of Zach's cock. It tilted slightly downward when hard and was at a perfect angle for blowjobs from the front. Whether it was as now, a quickie in the Den, or a spontaneous shared shower, or - his favourite- a carefully planned afternoon at either of their bedrooms when they had the house to themselves, Chester's preferred opening after foreplay was almost always to take his lips to Zach's pole. His friend's expert sucking was driving Zach wild with abandon. Over months of intimate sessions, the boys had gotten to know many aspects of each others' sensuality. The places to caress, the ideal angles each preferred their penises to be masturbated, the tickly bits and the best ways to suddenly heighten pleasure and to bring the other party shuddering over the edge. Chester took Zach's shaft deep into his mouth, burying his nose into his friend's neatly trimmed pubic bush. By agreement, the boys either shaved or cut their pubes short- neither enjoyed the feeling of breathing through a woollen jumper while giving head. "Oh god, Chester, I missed you so much... please don't stop... oooh..." Zach used both hands to gently stroke Chester's scalp, in the same way a hairdresser would lather a client's hair during a shampoo. Chester responded by sucking his friend in long, deliberate and hard pulls, drawing his lips up Zach's shaft to purse briefly around the sensitive head before driving back down once again to envelope the penis all the way to the base. To Zach, every stroke felt like a spark of sex lightning that tingled through his penis, through to a place deep inside his groin, gradually building up the charged cum inside him until, like a battery that could not be charged any further, he would climax in a bucking thunderstorm of pure ecstacy. Within minutes, Chester's expert fellatio brought his buddy to a pounding climax. "Aha... Ahagh.... AAAGH!!!!" moaned the scout as semen spurted from deep within him and fed his friend's hungry mouth in wave after wave of pleasure. Zach's trousers were still wrapped around his knees, restricting his movement and the minor bondage aspect always heightened his orgasm. As usual, Chester kept the cum in his mouth and let a little of it dribble down his chin. Zach breathed heavily on the couch, spent and feeling sublime after a much anticipated release. Chester moved up so that he straddled his friend and leaned in close until they were again face to face. Zach smiled as he used his tongue to clean his cum dribbles from Chester's face before they re-embraced in a kiss, sharing the taste of Zach's cum until the gooey love jizz had been swallowed by both boys. "Better get dressed, silly", said Chester as Zach sat back after the kiss, his green eyes glowing in affection. "Cant I do you now?" Zach asked, sounding disappointed. Though he felt less horny after his orgasm, Zach was a considerate boy by nature and felt bad that his buddy was missing out. "Not now, I think... the others will come looking for us if we don't turn up soon." As much as he craved deeply for a release and was genuinely overjoyed to see his best friend again, they both had a higher duty to be present to welcome the new recruits. If there was one thing both boys loved more than each others' company, it was their pride in their identities as Scouts. As they got dressed, they checked each other's uniforms to ensure that they looked their best. From the way their scarves were folded to their belt buckles lining up 'just right' against the centre line of their shirts, they fussed over and groomed each other as they had when they were both recruits. When each was satisfied with the other's turnout, the two patrol leaders exchanged a quick peck on the lips before leaving the Den and going out to meet their new recruits.