Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2018 15:19:15 +0000
From: The Paternal Watcher <mfvb@protonmail.com>
Subject: Scouting for boys:  Eyes on the prize

The annual group swim that my Boy Scout troop took to a local indoor pool
used to be a bit stressful, at least the part in the locker room. No, I was
never prone to getting out-of-control erections around other naked boys; I
was terrified enough of that happening that there was just no chance. On
the other hand, taking off one's clothes around boys of different ages can
lead to awkward moments, like the time Dennis Buley turned to me and said,
right in front of everybody, "Andy, you're in seventh grade and don't have
any hair between your legs yet?" It just so happened that I DID TOO, but I
wasn't exactly brave enough to say that out loud. Besides, what would have
happened if I told Dennis he was wrong? Would everybody gather in close to
take a look at the few hairs I'd sprouted? I would have sprouted something
else for sure. No thanks.

Dennis is not part of our troop anymore, though; he grew up as all boys
do. Now I'm one of the older kids with a bush you don't need a magnifying
glass to see, and meaty balls and decent-sized dick to boot. A lot of these
kids aren't as tall as my nipples, which means I was pretty popular during
the swim. Everyone likes ganging up on the big guy to try to dunk him, or
wants to get him to throw them (when the lifeguard isn't looking, of
course). Being big has its benefits.

How it works is that we all pile into a few cars to get to the pool, and
the adults pay some kind of group rate. Each of us brings a quarter to get
a locker that locks, the key of which has a pin to attach to our suits
while we're in the pool. We arrive with our bathing suits on instead of
underwear, and just peel off the street clothes to put in our
lockers. Danny Madison must have lost his quarter, because he asked if
there was any way he could share mine. If it had been a really cold night
he would have been out of luck because big winter coats fill up those
little lockers really fast, but it was one of those winter thaws and we all
wore much lighter jackets. Since there was room and because Danny is a
decent kid I let him share with me.

The night was pretty much as expected; exhausting and exhilarating. There
were lots of cannon balls and several chicken fights (when the lifeguard
wasn't looking, of course) and some grab-ass and Marco Polo and the usual
fun stuff boys do in a pool. We all had to shower before we went in, and
our leaders made us shower when we got back to the locker room, too. No one
ever actually gets naked for showering, but usually there's one or two
adult men in there with nothing on. I think balls must just keep hanging
lower the older you get, but seeing naked guys is no big deal for me
anymore. With some of the littlest kids, their eyes just about pop out of
their heads, but they're smart enough not to say anything.

I show how much being naked isn't a big deal to me anymore when we get to
our lockers. I open mine (ours, really, as I remembered when I looked
inside; mine and Danny's) and just pulled my suit right off and wrung it
out over a drain. Then I started drying off for real. I was doing my hair
and didn't see that Danny was there, but when I moved the towel away from
my face there he was, smiling.

"Am I in your way? Sorry," I said, moving to allow him access.

"It's okay," he said, pulling out his bag.

Danny sat down on the bench, and looked at my cock. Not just stared off
into space, or a quick little glance; he gave it a good, long stare. I
pulled on my underpants, flipping my cock up and into them, and that seemed
to snap him out of his reverie. Danny dried his own hair halfheartedly,
then stood up to remove his swimsuit. Sometimes I forget how much we grow
in puberty, but Danny's tiny little penis reminded me. It looked just like
mine, but in miniature and without the hairy nest.

He caught me looking, at which point I smiled and gave him a discrete
thumbs-up. "Looks like you're starting to grow up," I said in a voice that
wouldn't be overheard in the echoing rows of lockers.

A look of pride crossed his face, and he replied, "You really think so?
Yours is a lot bigger."

"Give it time, little man, give it time," I said, mussing his hair up.

Danny finished drying and pulled on a pair of briefs before saying,
"Puberty is weird for me, look." He lifted his arm to reveal the patch of
hairs growing in.

I was puzzled. "But you're still a bald eagle," I said.

"I know, right? It's like I'm going from the top down."

I laughed. "Wow, you're not embarrassed by much," I said.

He shrugged. "I know I'm just a little kid, but someday I want a big
dick. I'm just gonna have to wait for it."

"Good things come to those who wait," I said, trying to sound wise.

He said something else as he bent down to pull up his pants. I didn't
really catch it, but it sounded like, "Coming is good."

"What was that?" I asked.

"Oh, ah, I said we should get food. Like, I'm hungry after all the
swimming."

"I told my parents I finished my homework, but maybe I exaggerated a little
bit," I admitted.

Danny's eyes went wide. "Ooooh, scouts are supposed to be trustworthy!" he
said. With a wicked gleam he added, "Maybe I should tell."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Maybe we can eat after school sometime next
week, and I'll buy," I said. "Unless you don't WANT to be friends?"

He shook his head with vigor. "No, I want to!" he said. "Do you mean it?"

"I sure do." To show I meant it, I wrote down my phone number for him. He
would have had it anyway if he'd ever been in my patrol.

I didn't think about Danny again until out next troop meeting. We'd just
finished playing British Bulldog, and everyone was getting water, and
winding down before we ended the meeting. We had to be disciplined for that
part, which isn't easy for a bunch of kids who were just playing
hard. Danny came up to me as I was walking into the bathroom. "Hey," he
said.

"Hey back," I replied, which got him to smile.

"You still want to eat something after school?" he asked. "I thought maybe
tomorrow would be good."

I thought about it, then nodded agreement. "That works for me," I
said. "Want to meet at the deli that's right there? We can grab something
there and maybe go to the park."

Being prepared and all, I took out my phone and put a reminder in the
calendar. It's a good thing, because I was thinking about a million other
things by the time school ended the next day, and I would have forgotten
about Danny completely. I know the younger kids look up to us older scouts,
and he would have been really disappointed even though we were just
grabbing a snack together. Little kids are really into snack time.

As I walked over to the deli, I checked myself: I shouldn't think of Danny
as a "little kid," I told myself. He'd be insulted by that, and my job as
an older boy in the troop is to lift him up. He's short and has a squeaky
voice, I told myself, but if he wanted to spend time with me it was because
he wanted to be more grown up. That's what the scoutmaster and other adults
taught me, and it all came back before I saw him smiling at the door,
waiting for me. Boy, was this kid ever eager!

His smile grew when he saw me, and even more when I said, "What's up?" and
bumped his fist. Danny started talking then, telling me about his day and
asking questions about life, the universe, and everything; he talked as we
waited to order, he talked as we picked out drinks and snacks to go with
our sandwiches, he talked as I paid for our food (and thanked me, but that
counts as talking), and he tried mightily to talk while we were eating.

"Whoa, dude, I know we're have the Heimlich on lockdown and all, but I
don't want to try it out on someone! You know it can break ribs?"

His eyes, which had somewhat heavy lids, went wide. "Really?" he
said. "That would kinda suck."

"Seriously," I chimed in, for what seemed like the first time in forever
getting a chance to speak. "Think of all the things you can't do while a
rib heals."

"Swimming?" he asked.

"That, plus never mind trying to put on your own suit. It would hurt too
much bending over!"

"Wow, someone else would have to help me? Like my mom?"

"Or a really, really good friend," I said.

"Would you be that friend?" Danny asked. "I mean, since you broke my ribs
in the first place and all."

"If it ever comes to that, sure, but let's not let you choke, okay?"

"Okay. That reminds me, you want to practice first aid after this?"

I laughed at how his mind worked, then gave it some thought. "Well, I do
have to finish some chemistry homework, but I should have time after dinner
for that," I agreed. "Okay going to my place?"

"Sure!" he said, with more excitement than I was expecting. We grabbed our
bags and were off.

My parents weren't due home for hours, so I grabbed us some drinks and we
headed to my room.

"Okay, what skills do you need to practice?" I said.

"Using the neckerchief, mostly. There's a lot!"

"Well yeah, but you don't have to know them all, that's mostly just
history."

"My mom thinks I'd be a better scout if I learned everything in the book,
though."

I shook my head with a smile, and said, "Okay, it's your show. What do you
want to work on first? Maybe just a basic arm sling?"

"Yeah, let's do that. You should take your shirt off, though."

"Sure, but why?"

"Well," he said, "I have to look for bruises and compound fractures and
stuff, and that's harder to do with clothes on."

"Yeah, but if I really broke my arm you wouldn't be able to ask me to take
my shirt off first."

Danny smiled. "If it were real, though, I would just cut it off." This kid
had it all figured out. I pulled my shirt off as instructed; no amount of
training could be used to justify a perfectly good shirt!

I pulled out the chair from my work desk and sat in it, cradling my arm
gingerly as if it hurt. Danny gently moved it a bit and I feigned pain; I
actually wasn't sure what moves might hurt with a broken arm, but figured
it would just hurt a lot. I even groaned a couple times.

"There, there, I'll make it all better," he said in a baby-talk voice,
leaning in to kiss my arm.

"You're a weirdo," I said, not unkindly. He just laughed, and pulled out a
neckerchief to tie into a sling. As gently as he could he looped it around
my arm and then tied went to tie it behind my neck. "You could have tied it
first, you know," I said.

"I know, but then I might have to bend your arm too much." Again, it was
perfectly reasonable, but as he lingered a good long time with his hands
around my neck -- nearly in a hug -- I started to wonder if he'd made the
right choice.

"It's only supposed to be an overhand knot," I said.

"I like the square knot better, but anyway I'm done with it now," Danny
said, standing up.

"Looks pretty good," I said. I began to pull it off, but he stopped me.

"We're not done yet," he said.

"I know, that's why I'm giving you back the neckerchief."

Danny produced a second one and said, "Be prepared, right? I think you hurt
more than your arm. I'm going to splint your ankle next. Take off those
jeans, or I'll have to cut 'em off for ya."

I rolled my eyes, and said, "I would, but I have a broken arm."

"Right. Stand up." I rose without thinking it through, and Danny had me
unbuttoned and unzipped quick as a flash. With a sharp tug he pulled my
pants past my hips, and mostly took my underpants with them.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not trying to do a strip tease here," I said.

"Not like I've never seen your dingle," he said with a smile. Nevertheless,
he backed off and allowed me to help him separate the two garments.

"If you think it's called a 'dingle' then clearly you did not see my dong,"
I joked.

"Oh, I saw it," he said. "It's hard to miss. Sit down and stretch out your
legs."

I did, saying, "It's hard to miss? Wait, did you see me hard?"

"NO!" Danny said. "You have a big cock is all."

"Thanks," I said, not sure what else TO say. It was especially weird since
he was pulling off my pants and thus leaving the aforementioned cock only
one layer from exposure again. He took off my socks as well, and strangely
I felt less dressed in a pair of underpants than I had the other night
completely naked and surrounded by kids in the troop.

Sitting on his heels, Danny took one foot in his lap and placed a piece of
cool metal along one side of the ankle before wrapping it with the
neckerchief. He got into trouble at one point, and I had to give him some
tips on what he was doing wrong. Finally he took off his own shoe and sock
and put his foot in my lap, which in my state of dress meant putting it on
my bare thigh as I demonstrated what I meant. It was a bit tricky, since I
only had one hand to work with, but he got the point.

"Okay, now I'm going to dress and cover your injured eye," he
proclaimed. At least I wouldn't have to take off any more clothing for
that.

One neckerchief was folded into a soft pad and placed over my eye, and
another was used to hold it in place. Its corner dangled down and mostly
obscured what I could see with the uncovered eye. "Anything else?" I asked
him.

"Give me a second to think," Danny said. "I want to try bandaging a cut,
but I don't think I have enough left to get around your middle."

"How about the leg?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, and starting wrapping them around high up my thigh, when I
was thinking more of the calf. Unable to see him work, I became aware of
how soft his hands were. I could hear nothing but Danny's breathing, but
his hands felt wonderful as he rubbed awkwardly close to my private area.

I wanted to ask him to stop, but knew he'd ask why. I tried to stop myself
from reacting, but I guess I didn't think of enough dead kittens, or maybe
I didn't think of dead kittens at all, because I found myself getting hard,
and the harder I got the more I figured Danny could see it, and that made
me get harder faster and soon I was sitting there with a completely dry
mouth and afraid to speak but hoping that somehow he wouldn't notice.

Danny hadn't said a thing, but finally announced he was done with the
bandage. I just grunted, and then more quietly he said, "I think you have
some swelling." My heart beat faster, although I wasn't sure why, and I
remained silent. I heard his voice again, coming from right next to my
hip. "It's probably a snake bite," he said. "I'm going to have to suck out
the poison."

The waistband pulled away from my body, underpants stretched down and under
my balls, which squished them up again awkwardly. Automatically I lifted up
from the seat slightly, and felt them come down in the back and down my
legs. All that covered me now were some neckerchiefs, and that wasn't
enough to keep the ragged breath from my naked manhood.

"If you don't, I might die," I said.

"I won't let that happen," he said softly, and I felt his lips upon me. My
leg trembled involuntarily. Those lips were warm, soft, smooth. I felt them
work around the head, moistening it; soon it was entirely in his mouth, and
his tongue rubbed against it sensuously. I suspected he wouldn't be able to
fit much more than that, but apparently Danny also understood the problem
and began stroking the rest of my length with enthusiasm.

"Oh, Danny, I can feel it!" I said, as my muscles tensed and my breath
alternated from shallow to gasping. "I can feel the poison coming!"

"I won't let you die, Andy," he said. "Let it come."

His young fingers slid into my pubic hair as I felt his lips descend still
farther down upon me. I knew that he was right: I had to let it
come. "Ooooooookay," I said, feeling the toxin burn its way out of the only
vein I cared about at that moment.

Danny might have tried to swallow, but all I knew for sure is that I soon
felt what had been released sliding down to my balls, and then him wiping
it all up: another neckerchief, don't you know.

As I felt myself returning from the euphoric high of, erm, healing, Danny
untied the neckerchief over my eyes, which took a moment to adjust to full
light again. Focusing, I saw my new best friend untying the other bandages
in turn. He looked up and said to me with a smile, "Guess I remembered to
do a good turn daily, too."

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