Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2010 12:35:32 +0800 From: Charlie Rubin Subject: The Boys of Troop 501 - Chapter 2 - Preparations for camp 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. 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 2- Preparations for camp In the fortnight following the recruit's orientation day, the scouts of Troop 501 spent their twice-weekly meetings in a frenzy of activity in preparation for the first major event of the year; Tenderfoot Camp. A tenderfoot was an inexperienced scout. Scouting did not judge a boy's seniority by age, but by experience and skill. As such, a younger boy who had been longer with the movement might find himself playing guide and instructor to an older tenderfoot until the new boy became more seasoned and could operate more independently. Indeed, even an adult who was new to scouting- such as a parent or an aspiring new volunteer scoutmaster- might be considered a tenderfoot until they learnt the ropes. In the ideals of the Scout method, tenderfoot status was not a brand of 'newbieness' that carried any negative connotations, but a signal to all fellow scouts to give extra care and attention to the new arrival so that they would settle in more easily, make friends and carry on scouting with the troop. As was traditional in 501, each sub-group of boys -known as a patrol- was named after an animal related to the Troop's primary animal namesake. In this case, it was the Polar Bear. Grizzly Patrol was headed by the troop's most senior scout, Sean Lukas, who was, at 17, a popular and charismatic leader, though given to occasional moodiness. Zach Tanner and his best friend Chester Pope were two years younger than Sean but had earned their patrol commands the previous winter through their proven skill, commitment and enthusiasm. They headed the Sun Bear and Kodiak patrols respectively and thus far had earned high ratings for their leadership and initiative. The Den was a beehive of activity. Half-filled duffel bags lay haphazardly on the floor, with half concealed Bunsen stoves, hurricane lamps and telescopic tent posts giving away the campy occasion the boys were prepping for. "Yes, this will do just fine." Chester nodded approvingly at the end of a rope one of his patrol boys had just submitted for his approval. The rope was of a medium gauge, about the thickness of a boy's index finger. Having been cut from a fifty meter spool into more useful lengths during the previous meeting, it had started to come apart at the ends. As scouts, sailors and all users of rope knew, to 'whip' the end of a rope was to prevent it from unravelling further, thus prolonging its lifespan. This was done by securing it with a special knot using a strong thread or even dental floss. Once properly done, the whipped rope end should be no thicker in gauge than the rest of the rope, allowing it to be threaded and otherwise used without causing obstruction or stoppage. "I had to do it over seven times, Ches, but I finally got it!" the younger boy chirped happily. David Leigh would be thirteen this year and had been a tenderfoot two years ago. Unfortunately, his parents had sent him to stay with his grandparents in Scotland for the whole of the previous year when his father could not find work locally and took a job as an engineer on an off-shore oil platform. A year of living austerely and the cold Scottish winters had made the boy miss his friends in 501 dearly. Thankfully, the technological wonders of email and video chat had kept him touch and he had fit right in upon returning. Therefore, though he had joined the troop in the same year as Chester, he lacked the experience of his peers who had an extra full year of scouting to hone their skills. Chester, as patrol leader, felt it his personal mission to help his friend catch up. Familiarity with knots, however, as Chester had once learned the hard way, was not borne of one success but of constant practice. "That's good but only one won't do, Dave. There are twenty coils of rope in that basket over there," Chester pointed to an open wicker basket overflowing with untidy ropes like snakes on a medusa's head. "Take two Kodiaks of your choice and get all those ropes whipped. Make sure they know how to whip or you'll be there all night, okay?" Chester softened his tone at the end, not wanting to sound bossy. "You got it boss," came the optimistic reply. David scrambled over the nearest duffel bag and pulled two others across to the wicker basket where they began the long and monotonous work. Chester knew that David's keenness was partly because they were friends and not merely superior and junior. It was also, he mused, because the fellow was absolutely over the moon to be back in scouting again. Ever since Chester had joined the troop some years ago, the camaraderie and fellowship he felt among most members of his fellow scouts had been a positive influence in his life, giving him confidence and a sense of belonging. That he and Zach were screwing each other like rabbits in their free time didn't hurt either. As his thoughts went to his best friend, Chester turned his gaze across the room to where Zach and the Sun Bears were working noisily. Chester had once read in "Scouting for Boys", the traditional manual and flavour text of the Boy Scout Movement, that a patrol's boys would mystically take on the characteristics of their patrol leaders. Thus, a strong patrol leader would produce a well led-patrol with competent, confident scouts. The reverse was also supposed to be true. Chester knew Zachary's personality and scouting abilities well enough to be confident that his boys would have in him a reliable, and caring elder brother. As he looked across at the tangled mass of arms and legs that was the Sun Bear patrol, all he was certain of was that in the short time he had taken over as patrol leader, Zach had definitely succeeded in making them the nosiest patrol in the troop's history. After some minutes of horsing around, Zach's head popped up from behind the multi-legged monstrosity that was the Sun Bear's 'Royal Rumble'. It was one of the boy's birthdays and his fellow Sun Bears had decided to give him an extra special treat, pinning him to the floor and tickling him silly, before using the ropes they were supposed to be prepping for the camp to tie him up in numerous creative ways. Seeing his friend looking on, Zach gave a wave and flashed his million dollar smile that revealed the dimple in his left cheek. Chester chuckled before pretending to look disgusted, waving Zach off in a mock dismissal. At this point, Zach stuck his tongue out playfully and went back into the fray of tangled limbs, shouting "Okay break it up! break it up" even though he himself continued to tickle the poor victim, who laughed helplessly in a mixture of rapture and captive frustration. By the end of the evening, when Scoutmaster Drake made his inspections of the three patrol's equipment, all were ready to go. The boys stowed their gear in their lockers, ready to be loaded onto the truck when the weekend came, and dispersed after the Closing Ceremony brought a formal, ceremonial end to the meeting. Chester and Zach walked home together as usual, living as they did on adjacent streets. Their destination this evening, was Chester's room, for his parents were out of town on business. They both worked in the publishing industry; his father was a journalist turned copywriter while his mum wrote and edited books on country lifestyle living. They didn't earn the big bucks, but they kept everyone clothed, warm and fed, and had raised their only son to be as polite and considerate a young man as they thought possible. This evening, Mr and Mrs Pope were in town attending a book launch and would not be home till late. Chester's room, like the rest of the home, was decorated in the Eastlake style of the Queen Anne period. The design was a balance between the elegant and plain; emphasising curves over sharp corners and a mix between geometrically ornate designs on selected fixtures like hinges or door knobs contrasted against a simpler, clean look on the larger surfaces such as doors. Chester had opted for a single bed to make space for his most prized possession, a historical reproduction of a Resolute desk. Turning to Zach as they deposited their knapsacks on a rack just inside the door, he threw his arms around his friend and hugged him tightly, closing his eyes as he did so. "Hey... what's come over you now?" Zach asked. "Nothing," quipped Chester as he loosened the hug and planted a kiss on Zach's forehead. "I'm just glad to be spending time with you again after the long summer". Zach smiled knowingly. "I missed you too, bro," then his tone changed abruptly. "Ready for me to make you cum like you've never cum before?" He gave an impish grin. Chester took both Zach's hands in his and the two boys lay down on the bed, one on top of the other, with Chester facing upwards. Their dicks were both getting harder by the second and as they kissed over the next ten minutes, they progressively stripped one another in their regular erotic foreplay routine. First it was shirts off, the boys would admire and feel each other's nipples, chests and back, swapping little massages up and down the spine while grinding their crotches together, kissing often. Then it was time for the pants to come off, leaving the boys only in their socks and underwear. The increased skin to skin contact raised their arousal levels and it was not uncommon both of them to have a growing wet patch on the front of their briefs where their teenage penises were oozing the sweet pre-cum fluid, pulsing gently in anticipation of even better things to come. Often, they would tease each other by slipping a finger or three underneath their lover's briefs to fond le the treasured equipment up front, jingle the two ball sacks still trapped behind their prison of cotton or- as an ultimate tease- circle and probe ever so gently at the pleasure gate behind. This last gesture would almost always precipitate an escalation to the next level of foreplay, stripping off whatever clothes remained on and the two boys romping naked into the bathroom to share a piping hot shower. Though Chester's single bed was cramp for two bodies compared to Zach's queen size mattress in his attic room, the shower room was a different matter. Rather than keep a bath tub, Chester's parents had renovated their son's bathroom to have a large standing shower that could, if necessary, accommodate four people behind the floor to ceiling sliding glass door. This was accomplished by removing not only the original antique porcelain bathtub but also hacking away the soft plaster wall to create a large enclosure. This rather unique home improvement, admittedly, had scouting to blame for it. Mr and Mrs Pope insisted that Chester take responsibility for maintaining his own scout equipment as far as possible. This meant washing and drying his own tents, ponchos, sleeping bags and other bulky items. The enlarged shower area was thus provided as a means by which the boy might accomplish such tasks without making a mess of the living room. In the cold winter months, he would also be able to dry all but his most bulky equipment indoors. Zach pumped some liquid soap into his palm from the dispenser and lathered up his best friend's lithe body, feeling the occasional shudder and a soft moan as he worked his hands over Chester's nipples, chest, abdomen and finally groin. If that was even possible, Chester's erection seemed harder now than it was when they were kissing on the bed. The warm water, combined with the smooth lubrication of the soap, made Zach's touch all the more stimulating and Chester's body jerked a few times involuntarily as he submitted himself to a thorough cleaning. Though he knew a few dozen well timed strokes from Zach would make him cum, the boys normally refrained from climaxing in the shower when they were at home with no one else around. The opportunity to take full advantage of the bed, and the positions it made possible, was usually too good to be wasted by a 'stealth shower cum'; a session where they would hide the protein-rich evidence of their making out either by swallowing it or rinsing it down the drain along with the soap suds. Soon it was Chester's turn and he gave Zach a good rub down on his back, taking time to massage some of the knots out of his friend's stiff deltoids and trapeziums using the soap lather as a massage lotion. His favourite way to clean Zach's front was actually to hug him from behind, nibbling his ear as his hands roamed freely over Zach's muscular torso, down to his rock hard crotch and hot, hungry boy hole. This evening, Chester was feeling especially horny and wanted to go 'all the way'. Towards this end, he lathered up several fingers and started giving Zach's sphincter a good rubbing. "Ooo... so that's what it's going to be today, is it?" Zach purred in exaggerated pleasure as he felt Chester convey his intention through his fingers. "Are you ok?" asked Chester. "I'm good," was the reply. "I used the dildo a few times over the summer so I doubt that I'll be too tight." Zach gave another impish grin. "Let me use the hose, I know I didn't tell you beforehand and we've been at Meeting all evening so..." Chester left the sentence unfinished; he didn't need to. Both boys had discovered early on that it served absolutely no purpose to be shy about properly cleaning out their anuses before that kind of sex. Even in the days when they used condoms, the stink and mess that followed fucking an unclean rectum led them both to a unanimous decision that there would be no compromise and no shyness about getting 'that business' sorted out before the pleasure key went into the lock of joy. Ten minutes later, shampooed, washed, dried and still very naked, the two boys were back in the bedroom, fooling around with a bottle of water-based lubricant. Chester wore wetsuits when sailing and the neoprene garments were sometimes difficult to put on. It had taken only the weakest persuasion to win his parents over to the position that using water based lubricant was more environmentally friendly, as well as healthier for his skin, than using regular bathing soap as a lubricant as many sailors and surfers chose to. The secondary advantage of this arrangement, combined with the economic sensibility of buying in bulk, was that Chester and Zach were almost never without a ready supply of lube for when they wanted to partake in anal sex, or when they were just feeling kinky for that matter. Zach was on the bed, facing the headboard on all fours, his head low and his love passage presented proudly to Chester, who stood on the floor at the foot of the bed. Ches had just finished lubing up his own dick, balls and nipples and stood there absently rubbing his left nipple with one hand and stroking his dick with the other. "C'mon Ches... " breathed Zach from the other side of the bed, "don't keep me waiting like this, I know you've been wanting this ever since you looked at me earlier in the Den." This was true. Chester had earlier needed to suppress a rapidly growing erection after gazing over at his friend and lover during the meeting. He did so by thinking of such safe subjects as the most efficient way of gutting a trout or the ceremonial significances of sewing uniform badges on in a straight line. Right now, however, he saw Zach's sphincter pulsing and contracting like a hungry sex monster, ready to swallow his teen prick whole and thank him for doing so. Chester dispensed a generous gob of lubricant into his left fingers and began massaging it into and around Zach's anus. "Oh Ches.... Ches...." came a raspy reply from his friend. "Yea that feels good." "I've grown a bit since you last had me," Chester warned his friend. "I'll go slow, okay?" "You know how I am, Ches, I know you'll be careful". Zach really made such sweet pillow talk. "Aa......AAAAA!" Zach breathed in sharply as Chester's prow shaped head parted the ring of muscles guarding his partner's love passage. "Wow you really have gotten bigger!" Zach seemed to tense up before he forced himself to relax and accustom himself to the stretch of Chester's cock on his anus. Chester was, by most standards, well endowed for a fifteen year old. Years ago, when they had taken a communal shower at their tenderfoot camp, Chester already had a dick that was larger than everyone else's. This had given rise to his nickname "lil' Ches" in mocking honour of his sizeable manhood. Though Scoutmaster Drake had always thought it a cute and endearing thing that all his age-group mates called him that, little did he know the true origin of that epithet. Chester gradually felt his friend relax and his breathing returned to normal. The funny thing about having his dick inside was that he could feel Zach's pulse through his anus. "I'll bet they don't teach that for the First Aid badge". He thought to himself wryly. Soon, Zach indicated that he was ready for more and Chester began to fuck his buddy in the slow, deep and deliberate style the boys had developed over the time they had been enjoying a physical relationship. Zach began to moan and his dick, which had gone flaccid for a time when Chester had first penetrated him, was fast returning to being a raging hard-on. Chester was in heaven. With every stroke in and out of Zach's ass, the ribbed ring of muscle that was his friend's sphincter would send ripples of pleasure up Chester's dick and through his body. On the in-stroke, Chester had learnt how to thrust his hips in a particular way so as to massage Zach's prostate- oh the moaning cum fountain Zach had been the first time he mastered that trick. Chester slowly increased his pace, working both their libidos steadily towards the pulsating climax that they both preferred. "Oh gawd... Ches... oh gawd... gawd...." Zach had began to swear, which meant that he was really enjoying the feelings and was getting close. "Harder, oh yes... fuck me harder... faster... Ches... gawd Ches...." It was hard not to get turned on by such talk and Chester willingly obliged, taking their lovemaking to the next stage. Bending over to reach around Zach's torso with both arms, Chester placed his hands on Zach's firm pectorals and pulled his buddy up into a kneeling position. He was now so practiced at this that he hardly lost a beat as he continued to pound away at Zach's anus. The change in angle caused each thrust to press more firmly against Zach's G spot and this, combined with Chester's heavily lubricated hands- one squeezing a nipple and the other wrapped around Zach's rock hard cock, tracing quick circles on the glands of the penis- was Zach's magic button. With an initial grunt so loud it might have been audible a block away and a shudder so powerful it might have been mistaken for a convulsion, Zach's orgasm let loose in a tsunami of pleasure after twenty minutes of skilful build up. Seven or eight thick ropes of cum spurted so strongly from his penis that the sound of the ejaculation could be heard like a "pfft pfft" of utter ecstasy. Chester had learnt that at his moment of releas e, Zach really warmed to a little domination and so when Zach came like this, Ches would clamp his hand firmly over his friend's mouth, muffling the loud groan into an even more erotic "Mmmmm! MMmmhm! MMMmmmmhmmm! MMMMHHHHMMMM!" that got higher in pitch with each pulsing blast of Zach's ejaculation. Hardly on the losing end of the bargain, Chester's own body shuddered as he pumped his boy seed deep into Zach's insides, the thrusts becoming frenzied and involuntary as he emptied his cum reservoirs in a torrent of teenage hormones gone wild. Chester heightened his own orgasm by hugging Zach's sexy body even more tightly, revelling in their closeness at this point of primal pleasure. Zach's muffled moaning caused by Chester's hand-over-mouth manoeuvre had become a huge turn on for him, fulfilling some inexplicable desire to dominate his lover just at the point when self-control seemed to be lost. The crowning glory, however, was Zach's sphincter and anus, which clenched and pulsated in powerful isometric muscle spasms at the moment of his orgasm. This effect, combined with Zach's other hugely carnal reactions, often made Chester cum so hard that his head would feel light and he would feel his pulse in his temples for several moments afterward. "Zach... I.... aaaahhhhh!! aaahhh!! aaaaah!!! oh god.... aaaahhhh! aaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!" Not being particularly hungry that evening, the two boys continued to cuddle and kiss in bed for another hour, letting the conversation stray back to the everyday topics of homework, scouts and the latest gossip from their respective groups of friends in their different schools. It didn't seem strange at all to be comparing opinions on the Gettysberg Address or simultaneous equations, all while under the blanket, quite naked and occasionally fondling their penises back to hardness. Chester would climax once more and Zach twice before they called it quits, cleaned up, got dressed and went downstairs to whip up some dinner in the kitchen.