Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2003 11:18:38 -0500 From: Ryan Scott Subject: Scouting for Friends Part 2 Scouting for friends Part 2 Everything in the following story is based on actual events, this story contains sexual situations between boys. The same old rules apply, if you shouldn't be reading this, then don't. Part 2 is good on it's own, but some of the characters were introduced in part 1, so you might want to read it first. Hope you enjoy the story. Let me know what you think. The Characters Ryan Age 14, That's me, the Author, The voice of reason. Justin Age 14, The Scoutmasters son, and basically a natural leader Todd Age 13, A close friend of mine, and the class clown George Age 14, Mostly a trouble maker, Loved to cause conflicts Darrin Age 12, My good friend, Justin B. is his Idol Chad Age 12, A good kid, but a little crazy, loves getting attention David Age 11, Introverted, but hung in there and changed. Rob Age 11, A good kid, always trying to impress. Evan Age 11, Momas boy, Had to learn the politics of scouting. Mike Age 11, a poor kid, greasy hair, thinks he is tuff Mr. B Age 42, baby boomer, Great sense of humor, Tuff love. Mr. P Age 43, Down to earth, laid back. Well liked The politics of Scouting part 2 We were going on a 4-day weekend trip to a Boy Scout camp. The camp was not running because this was a fall trip, but they still allowed troops to use the cabins during the winter months. This camp had large cabins with kitchens and a big bunkroom with Steal bunk beds. There was a large living room with a fireplace on the other end of the cabin. The Adults would sleep in there so they could get away from all of the noise in the bunkroom at night. There was a door in the bunkroom that led outside to an outhouse. The cabins were far enough spaced out so that you would have to walk about a quarter mile to get to another cabin. Woods surrounded the area and we were on the outside parameter of the camp. There were about 15 boys on this trip, and Justin and George had already made some plans for a night out. They had asked Todd and me for 5 dollars so they could get some alcohol for the trip. (In case you don't remember Todd, I mentioned him in the begining of part 1. He is my best friend.) This was not something that was common. It was the first time anyone had suggested doing such a thing. I'm not one to turn down something that sounds fun though. We were always finding some new ways to push the limits. By now, all 4 of us were smoking cigarettes. It was a common practice for us to slip away on a trip to catch a smoke. Even when we were on long hikes we would fall back once in a wile to smoke. I'm sure that all of the scoutmasters knew what we were doing, Mr. B. would never let on that he knew, but Mr. P. had caught us on more than one occasion when he was sneaking out for a smoke himself. He just told us not to get the younger kids into it. We had been on many cabin trips before this one. Most trips were in tents, only about 2 trips a year were in a cabin. I enjoyed the cabin trips because most of the time it was just our troop and we would get more free time. We spent a good part of the day cooking meals and working on badges, but when all was done, we would get some free time to do what ever we wanted to do. We had been to this place before and we always tried to get the same cabin. When we arrived at the camp we all got settled in and found our bunks. The older guys claimed the corner, then we moved the bunks to form a square and made it off limits to any of the younger guys. This was a common practice and the younger guys knew better than to break any of the rules set by the older guys, especially George. George was a hell raiser. His soul mission in life was to make every younger scout fear him. He was very good at it. George's #1 rule was; "If you tell on me, You die." Me or any other of the older guys in the troop could have kicked this punk's ass, and he knew it, so he didn't mess with us. But he did have a few followers when it came to scaring the young guys. George was only tuff when he had someone backing him up. He was a real tuff guy until someone stood up to him, but some how he managed to find big friends that would stand up for him. Most of his friends were from the high school soccer team. He was a real pretty boy with a big shot attitude, a jock without the muscles. George and Justin were friends from the time they were 5 years old. Usually when George started something, Justin would back him up. Justin probably was the most fearless, and he would fight anyone. He had everyone's respect in the troop and everyone liked him. The Best description I could give you of him is he kind of looked and dressed like Kurt Cobain. Now don't get me wrong, he was nothing like Kurt Cobain, he just looked like him. He had a way of taming his image in school and He and George were both A students, but outside of school, you would never guess he was an A student. George looked the part, but Justin didn't. He was a fair person most of the time, but when George got started, things could get out of control. There was this one new kid in the troop. His name was Evan. He was 11. A little puny kid, He was scared to death of George, but he would rat out George every chance he could get. This infuriated George and George wanted a piece of him. George was hot on the trail of Evan and just waiting for the right opportunity to catch him. The drive to the camp had taken a good part of the day, but we all got a chance to go out and play before bedtime. I had found a new toy and now all of my friends had one on this trip. It was called a pee shooter. The 4 of us had each bought 2 bags of dried peas before the trip. The only other requirement was an aluminum arrow shaft with the ends sawed off. We were having a great time. If you take a mouth full of peas you can shoot them like a machine gun. We were having an all out war out side. I know you are thinking, "where is the supervision?" but this was a new troop and there were only three adults on this trip. Mr. B. was in charge, and he was pretty cool about letting things slide until they got out of control. At this point though, they didn't know about the pee shooters. Anyway, we were having a blast; these things really sting when you get hit. It was every man for himself. Every time I got hit, I got my revenge. The other kids were outside playing, and becoming targets if the got to close to us. The next thing I know, I hear Evan screaming. George had a hold of Evan's jacket and Evan had the fear of god in his eyes. "COME HERE YOU LITTLE PUSSY!" George said with an evil look Evan pulled with all his might to get away from George and in doing so, he ripped the shoulder out of his jacket. He ran strait to Mr. B. and ratted on George. Mr. B. called us in and told George he would have kitchen clean up in the morning. George was seeing red, and Evan was in for some trouble. As everyone started to get settled in for the night, There would always be a couple kids that couldn't hold out until bedtime. If you went to sleep early around this bunch, you'd better be a light sleeper. Mike was among the few kids that went to sleep a little earlier. While we were all discussing what we would do to him, Mr. B. Called for lights out. Now when Mr. B. called for lights out, he meant it. Even though the adults were in another room on the other side of the cabin, If he got disturbed enough during the night, he would take it out on someone. So what ever we had planned for Mike better be quiet. We retreated to our corner so all the rest of the guys would get settled down. We had set up a table in the middle of our four bunks, while all of the kids went bed, We took out a deck of cards and a small battery lantern and started to play cards. Of course we invited Darrin into our group, he had the radio. Darrin had joined the troop about six months ago, The first time I saw him I knew we were going to be friends. He was Beautiful. Dark Brown hair, Blue eyes and Dark tanned skin with dark freckles. I was the Senior Patrol Leader at the Time, so I had free rain at the meetings. I immediately went up to him and told him if he needed anything I would be glad to help him out. We had become pretty close friends in a short time. I knew this trip was coming, and I was hoping this might be the trip I would get a chance to get close to him. Anyway, We were aloud to bring one radio on our trips. Darrin had an outstanding radio, and it had become a ritual that Darrin was the one that would bring the radio. Mr. B. agreed to it as long as he could use it in the kitchen wile meals where being prepared. Darrin put in Van Halen 1 and turned the volume down really low and we started dealing the cards. Someone broke out the snacks and we were having a little party. It wasn't long until Justin spoke up in sort of a loud whisper, "ROBBERTS, GET OVER HERE!" He was calling Rob Robert's, Rob was tall for his age, probably about 5-10, Blond and Blue, but like a skinny bean pole, There was a wrestling coming from the other side of the room and Rob came running over. "PICK THAT UP", Justin said as he pointed to some crumbs and wrappers on the floor. Rob would never once say no. "ROBBERTS, TAKE OF MY SHOES", George ordered, "ROBBERTS", "MAKE MY BUNK" and on and on and on. He really did love the attention. They would give him charley horses and punch his arms, but he would never complain, he would just make these goofy faces and flinch every time they made a fist. I think he is the only kid I ever saw that acted like that. Most of the other kids would lose there cool at some point, and that was mostly the idea, to see where the line was. I think that was really the whole point of an initiation. Initiation basic meaning is that any new scout had to go through some sort of torture that the older guys would think of. This could be anything and it also could be a series of things. Depending on the scout and how well he could take it. Initiations would progressively get worse until everyone was satisfied that the new guy had paid his dues. It would not end until a breaking point was found, or the kid stood up to the older guys. Ether way, that would usually end their initiation. Needless to say Rob's initiation lasted over a year because there was no line with him. Even though Rob was kind of an outsider to our little group. The guys did like him and they let him stay in and play cards with us occasionally punching him in the arm or leg. He would wince even when the punches didn't connect. He knew to be quiet, so he just held his breath in pain occasionally letting out sighs of pain and grabbing the spot were he was just punched. After about an hour most of the other kids where asleep. We where ready for their prank on Mike, and the six of us made our way over to his bunk. There are many pranks that are past down though the generations in the scouts, and this was one of them. As Mike was sleeping in on a bottom bunk, there were about six of us and we quietly snuck up on him. George had a tube of shampoo and poured it into both of Mike's hands as he was sleeping. Then Justin took a straw and started lightly touching his face with it. The idea is to get the guy that is sleeping to think that it is a fly so he will try to swat it off his face, and it worked. He swatted his face spreading shampoo all over the side of his face. We all held in our laughs the best we could. Then Justin started to tickle his nose with the straw, he lifted his hand and grabbed his nose smearing shampoo all over his nose and mouth, and he subconsciously started licking his lips. We were all laughing so hard that we had to run away from his bunk so we could let our laughs out. We heard a loud yell from the other side of the cabin. "GO TO SLEEP!" It was Mr. B. the scoutmaster. We all shushed each other and then made our way back to Mike. George had another idea in mind for Mike; Mike had spread out a canvas air mattress on his bunk, so the springs would not bother him. George suggested that all six of us lift Mike by the corners of the mattress and carefully carry him out to the outhouse and leave him on the ground. We all agreed. We gathered around him so that each of us could take a corner and two would take the middle. We started to lift him. We almost had him off the bunk when all of a sudden; George yanked his corner as hard as he could, the force of his pull made the mattress come out of everyone's hands and he fell about 3 ft to the concrete floor. We all ran out the back door as fast as we could. It was the middle of the night and we didn't want to get caught. As I was running, I could hear mike yelling, "I'M BLEEDING, I'M BLEEDING!" He was not really bleeding; he could feel the shampoo on his face. In the dark, he though it was blood. I never ran so fast in my life, I was running at top speed across the camp. I forgot that there was a clothesline in front of the cabin. It caught me right under my left eye, and the next thing I knew I was about 6 ft in the air with my feet above my head. I slammed down really hard, but my adrenaline was pumping so hard that I got back up and started running again. We all stopped and decided we should go back to the cabin and take our punishment. When we got back, all the kids were up and making a lot of noise. Mr. B. and the other scoutmasters walked into the bunkroom. "I WANT TO SEE THE PATROL LEADERS NOW!!! Yelled Mr. B. Of course us being the older guys, we were the patrol leaders, so we walked to the center of the bunkroom and stood in front of Mr. B. "GET DOWN AND GIVE ME 100 NOW!! Wile we were doing our push ups, Mr. B. continued, "EVERY TIME WE GET WOKEN UP, YOU'RE GOING TO BE OUT HERE DOING THIS AGAIN! We did as many push ups as we could, then we were told to go back to bed. A lot of the kids were still talking, Justin yelled out to them, "GO BACK TO BED!" We went back to our corner and settled in for the night. We were glad that Mike had kept his mouth shut, and we all went to sleep. This Cabin had one great feature. At Night it would get so dark in the bunkroom that you literally could not see your hand in front of your face. I knew this was my chance to check out Darrin. Darrin actually ended up pretty far away from where I was sleeping, but I didn't care I had been dying for a chance to get close to him. This was the best chance I've had, I usually ended up pairing up with Todd, David, or Chad when we went on tent trips, so this was my best chance, I had memorized his location in the light. There were about 30 steel bunk beds in this room and he was on the other side of the room from me. There were a lot of kids in this room, but I had been waiting a long time to check out Darrin. I Just had to do it. I had a light on my watch and so about one in the morning I got out of my bunk, as soon as I stood up my heart started to race. I started to make my way to Darrin I was actually using the light on my watch to see where I was. I found him; He was in the top bunk, I ran my hand over his sleeping bag and found that he was lying on his back. It took me a couple minutes to find the zipper on the sleeping bag. I zipped it down about half way and slid my hand in. He had on a tee shirt and sweat pants, and it was very warm in his bag. I started to get pretty nervous, I had to pause, I was shaking and my mouth was getting dry. I took a deep swallow. Then I ran my hand over his chest and stomach making my way to his waistband. Then his beautiful smell hit me. I don't know what it was about Darrin, but he just had this natural smell that drove me nuts every time he got close to me. It's sort of like a soapy smell mixed with his own pubescent scent, and with me in this position, just the smell alone was almost enough to make me shoot my load. I regained my senses and I began to slide my hand under his sweats. Wow, nice! It was hard and 5 inches or more and Cool! he had pubic hair, Wow! I wasn't expecting that! I was checking him out for a good 30 seconds when I felt him start to sit up. Shit! I dropped to the floor and rolled under the bunk. I was frickin shaking so bad that I was almost convulsing. I stayed there about a half-hour and then made my way back to my bunk. That was enough of that! I had done what I set out to do. In the morning, Justin, George, Todd, and me were the first ones up. The older scouts knew that if they wanted to use the water pump in the kitchen, they had to use it before breakfast got started. Mr. B. was already there with a wash cloth wiping himself down. The showers in the camp were shut down for the winter, so this was the best we could do for a bath. Someone would put their head under the spout and someone else would pump water on their head. We all had our turn, and headed back into the bunkroom for a change of clothes. Being dirty on one of these trips was something that was really looked down upon by everyone in the troop, and trust me, some kids were very dirty. It was a sure way to get on the receiving end of jokes, and that was probably why Mike became our target yesterday. Most of the younger kids were still in bed, and it was time for Todd to do his yearly initiation for some lucky kid. This was one practiced as ritual buy Todd. One thing you should know about Todd is that he could fart on command. This kid farted more than anyone I ever met, and it was always followed by a loud chuckle. At the time Todd and me were best friends, and he was fun to be around. He also had this thing for mooning people all the time, so much so that one time we got in trouble by the police for mooning. Man was that embarrassing for me, but that is another story. Anyway, Todd had to initiate every new scout that came into the troop when we did this yearly trip. It was the funniest thing in the world to witness, and I did many times. So needless to say, someone had to be picked as the target. Today it was going to be Rob Roberts. Everyone was careful not to wake him up and Todd slowly climbed on his bunk. Rob's whole body was in the sleeping bag except his face. Todd maneuvered himself so his butt was right above his face and Justin through a couple pieces of rope over his sleeping back. George, Justin and me waited for Todd's command. He said, "NOW!" We pulled the ropes down so Rob couldn't move and Todd stuck the crack of his ass right on Rob's nose and started ripping some loud farts. Rob started yelling, but Todd's ass was muffling him. Then Todd started laughing so hard that in-between each chuckle there was fart after fart coming out on Rob's nose. I have to say Rob is a good sport. He took it like a man. He knew if he didn't fight it, it would end quicker so he just took it. I know, your thinking, "how cruel", but seeing that kid struggle and Todd laughing his head off and the more he laughed the more he farted. It was the funniest thing in the world. After breakfast, There was a 10-mile hike planed for hiking merit badge. George Justin, Todd, and me had already fulfilled the requirement. And lucky for Evan, he had some kind of medical excuse not to go. Mr. B. said we could stay with Evan. I don't know what he was thinking. He knew he could trust me, but there was no way I could control Justin and George. Maybe he was getting tired of Evan ratting on George. Anyway, things got brutal really fast probably a lot worst than Mr. B. could have imagined. I did the best I could to make sure Evan didn't get hurt, and things probably would have been worst if I wasn't there, but after about a half hour, when Justin was sure his father wasn't coming back. George grabbed Evan and told Justin to get some rope. Justin got a rope about 40 feet long and though it over the log rafters in the ceiling. It had to be a good 20-ft high. Then while George was holding him, Justin tied Evan around his ankles. Justin got his adrenaline pumping, and he looked like a psycho that was going to commit murder. Then they pulled Evan up to the ceiling hanging up side down. George yells up to him, "ARE YOU EVER GOING TO TELL ON ME AGAIN?" Evan cries, "NO!" Then Justin dropped him and let him fall about 15 feet and stopped him about 3 ft from the floor. George says, "WILL YOU EVER TELL ON US AGAIN?" Now Evan is crying, "N-N-NO!!!" they pulled him up to the ceiling again. Todd and I were just spectators, but I was starting to feel pretty bad for Evan. I know better than to jump in front of Justin when he gets going, but I had to try, "Come on guys, He's had enough" They ignored me dropping him again. He stopped 2 ft from the floor. Now he is crying his eyes out, "I WON'T TELL, I WON'T TELL, PLEEEEEEASE!!!" I stepped in again, I got in Justin's face and gave him a serious look "JUSTIN!" I saw his eye's shift off of Evan and he looked at me, "He's had enough" Justin let him down to the floor and George took the ropes off. George said, "Put him in the closet" They walked him to the closet and put him inside. Evan was just happy he was back on his feet and I was too. I'll tell you this much; he never ratted on anyone after that day. While Evan sat in the closet, we all plotted how we would sneak out that night to go drinking. George pulled out the bottle and showed Todd and I. It was Jack Daniels. The bottle was only about half the size of a 2 liter bottle of soda, and I wondered how that would get the four of us drunk, but I wasn't going to say anything because this was all new to me. After about an hour they let Evan out of the closet. George asked him if he was going to tell. Of course he said no. Justin went and made sure that Evan was settled down and that he was okay, In the heat of the moment Justin can get wild, but he is very rational once he gets past his adrenaline rush. He really did look like a mad man when he was lashing Evan's feet. When he gets going on an impulse there is no stopping him. I wanted to say more to Evan, but he really did put himself in that situation. He was a pretty good kid, but he really did snitch way too much. It was about another hour when the troop came back and we started getting ready for lunch. After lunch, Justin, Todd, George, and me were asked to each take some of the younger kids and work on their requirements for tote and chip. That is basically a license to carry a knife and use an axe and a permit for building fires. So for the next couple of hours we were chopping wood and building fires. After dinner we had free time again. Tonight we were playing Jailbreak. As we started discussing our plans I heard David and Chad arguing on the other side of the room. Chad was at a point where he would do anything to be accepted by Justin and all the older guys. So since George's new target was David, Chad joined in on the David bashing, "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU JERK OFF!" David Said. "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT!" Chad shouted back. Well, it was one thing for George to mess with David, but David wasn't going to take it from Chad. David had taken enough. So David shoved Chad and Chad started swinging, there was a circle formed around them very quickly with everyone cheering them on. It only lasted about 30 seconds, but the next thing I know they are laying for the floor and I hear Chad yelling at the top of his lungs, "GET HIM OFF!!, GET HIM OFF!!" David had bitten Chad's leg, and he wasn't going to let go. Chad was lying on the floor shuddering from the pain and screaming, "GET HIM OFF OF ME!!!, AAAHHHH, GET HIM OFF!!" I worked my way over to David as fast as I could, Justin was already yelling at him to let go, but he wasn't listening. I got up next to his ear and in a very gentle way I said, "David, Let him go" and he did. George and Justin picked Chad up and took him over to a chair. Justin rolled up Chad's pant leg and WOW! Holly shit!!, you could see David's whole dental record in Chad's leg. I mean even David's back teeth. George chimed in, "David, you're a little prick! what a Pussy" Justin stepped in and took control, if this wasn't defused fast, there was going to be trouble. "Shut Up George" Said Justin "Chad let me see your leg", If Justin didn't back him, George would back right down. He took a look at Chad's leg and there was no skin broke. We got them settled down without getting the scoutmasters involved, and then we went out to play jailbreak. I don't care what anyone thinks, Jailbreak is a great game, and this was a great place to play. For those who don't know, Jailbreak is like team hide and seek. One team hides and the other teem searches. There is a jail for anyone who is caught and tagged, but if anyone on the hiding team can get to the jail and tag one of there own teammates, they can run and hide again. At this place there were natural boundaries, four roads that intersected around a wooded field. The field was about the same size as a football field. It would be Justin, Todd, George, Darrin, David, Chad, and me against the rest of the guys. We let them hide first, because we are skilled players. We had learnt that using red lenses on our flashlights enabled us to see much better when searching. So we all had angled army flashlights with red lenses just for this game. It took us about 20 minutes to find them and catch them. Now it was our turn to hide. I normally have an all black baseball cap and a black jacket that I where for this game. I find a tree that has a good vantagepoint and sit with my back against it. I put the hat on backwards and keep my head against the tree. If you stay tight against the tree, from a distance it looks like you are part of the tree. Chad was laying about 10 feet from me in a ditch. The most important thing in this game is not to move until you know you are seen. Sometimes people will walk inches from you and not see you. From where I was I could see the flashlights coming towards me. They started getting close and I told Chad not to move. They stepped in the ditch right next to Chad's head. and continued towards me. When they were about 5 feet from me, I knew it was time to make my move. I shot like a cannon into the woods, they all started chasing me. I ran about 100 feet and dropped to the ground next to a fallen tree. I scooted really tight against it. And they came running, 3 of them jumped over me and the 4th one stepped on my chest and kept on running. Damn I love this game, someone stepped on me and still didn't see me. Well, as usual, we waited about a half-hour then we gave up. They almost never find any of us. But it won't be to long until they start getting better. We headed back to the cabin, and we broke out the playing cards, and I got out Jenga, and we went to the kitchen to get settled down before bedtime. In case you don't know, Jenga is a store bought game that is blocks of wood stacked into a tower, and the object is to pull a block off the bottom and put it on top until someone make the tower collapse. We had a great game going with Justin, Mr. B., Mr. P, and me. Every so often, we would switch players and play poker for a wile. Slowly the younger guys started getting tiered and went to bed. Then about 11, we all went to bed. I zonked out pretty fast, but not for long, I felt my foot being shook, and I looked up and saw Todd, George, and Justin. I had almost forgotten our plans. "Ryan, are you up" Justin said. With that, I got up and put on my shoes and my jacket and then we started out the door and down the slope in the back. We went down the trail and it ran out to the highway. On the other side of the high way there was a deep ditch so we all ran into it and laid on our backs side by side on the steep bank. It was a good place, know one could see us there. I have to admit I was a little nervous, I had never even drank a beer before. So I had no Idea what I was in for. George pulled out a one-liter bottle of Jack Daniels. I though to myself, "that little bottle won't get us drunk." Boy was I wrong. I drank it like it was soda, even though it was burning on the way down. We past it back and fourth until there was only a little left in the bottle. I was thinking to myself, this isn't doing anything to me. We got up and started back to the trail. The trail followed the river that lead to a park when we came into a park we were out of voice range of any of the campers. About half way up the trail the booze kicked in. Wholly Crap, did it kick in. I could not even walk, and nether could they. Justin and me put our arms around each other so we could walk, and George and Todd did the same. I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. We were having a ball. I pushed Justin down a couple times and laughed at him because he couldn't stay up, but then he pushed me back and I went down on the concrete. I thought it hurt, but then realized that I couldn't feel it. Then we came across a storm drain outlet and Justin started to craw into it, "I want to see were it goes" his voice echoed down the pipe He was starting to disappear into the pipe but I could still see his feet, I said, " Justin, you don't know what the hell you are doing get out of there" I grabbed him by his feet and drug him out. It was course concrete so when I pulled him his shirt got pulled up and I was dragging his bare stomach on the concrete. It wasn't that bad, he had some scratches that where bleeding, but no worse than a cat scratch. We started on our way again. The next thing we came across was a child's playground. It had those little horses that are on top of springs. There were four of them in a circle. We each got on one and started rocking. Imagine four 14 year olds on those little horses. It was pretty funny. Justin started going wild. He was touching the horse's nose to the ground and then the tail to the ground, then the next thing I know, I see him flipping over the horse's head and landing on his back. We all laughed our asses off. We started on our way again, the next stop was the park bathroom. We all went in and took a piss. George pulled out the bottle again, and we all finished what was left. We then started to walk across some orchards. It seemed like we were walking forever, bumping into trees and falling down. We didn't go very far before we decided to go back. Still in all we had a great time, but it must have been about 2 in the morning by now, and it was pretty darn cold. We held each other up and made our way back to the camp. Then George got an Idea, "Come on, let's get Roberts. We'll give him another initiation." It was sounding good to all of us at the time. So we went into the cabin to get him. He never asked a question. He just put on his shoes and jacket and came out. He would do anything for these guys, and he liked it. I wasn't sure what they had in mind for him, but I knew it would be interesting. We headed for the athletics field in the camp. On the way, George had his arm around Rob on one side and Justin on the other side. "Robert's good buddy good friend" George said. Rob just had a big smile because he knew something was coming. Todd and me followed behind holding each other up. It took about 10 minutes for us to reach to field. It was about as long as 3 football fields across. George says' " Okay, here is your initiation, You have to strip naked and run to the other side of the field and back" "Nooo, come on guys" Rob Said in a pleading way. "Rooooberrrrrrrts?" We all said in unison with the usual upswing whenever he questioned one of us, He said, "all right I do it, but nothing else" We quietly cheered him on "Roberts...Roberts...Roberts!" He took off all of his cloths. Then asked, "can I where my Shoes?" Justin replied, " I think we can allow that" I have to say, Rob was getting to be pretty good looking, He was such a little runt when he started, but within the last year he grew about a foot. He still had a real boyish face, but his body was coming along quite nicely. He was a little tall and lanky, but he had nice skin and few birthmarks on his chest, and a nice fine blond patch of pubic hair. His dick was soft of course, but he had about 2 soft inches that I bet would stretch to 6. He didn't have much muscle tone, but a nice six pack on his belly. To bad that would be the last time I saw him naked, but I didn't have enough time to get close everyone. I was pretty satisfied with Chad, David, and Darrin. I had to get really close to someone before I would take any risks, and the three of them were taking up most of my spare time. In retrospect, I think Rob would have been a good friend. So anyway, He put his shoes back on and started running top speed for the other side of the field. None of us could believe he had agreed to do it. He made it to the other side, then started running back, the Moon was Bright, and He stood out, this white dot on a huge black field. We all started making noise hooting and hollering, and he started running faster, and we were laughing our asses off. He made it back. We were all congratulating him and high fiving him. He put his cloths back on and we all put our arms around each other and started back to the cabin. What would these guys do for entertainment without Rob Roberts? I have to admit, even though I didn't always agree with the way they treated him, he equally entertained me, and he was happy to entertain. It felt good to get in my sleeping bag where it was warm. The metal bunk felt so dam comfortable. Then about a minute after I lay down, the boat started rocking. I didn't know anything about the spins, but this was my first lesson. After about 5 minutes, it came faster that I could react. I started puking, I held my hand over my mouth with one hand, and ran out the back door I stuck my head out and started ralfing. I felt really sick, but I was able to lay back down. And it only seemed like minutes till it was time to get up for breakfast. I didn't eat anything, just had a coke. I still could feel that my knees were wobbly I was still a little drunk. That whole day I was sicker than a dog and my knee was in pain from being pushed down the night before. It wouldn't be the last time something like that happened, but I never over did it like that again. Somehow, I made it though the next day, It was a long day, and I told Mr. B. that I didn't feel good and I spent most of the day in the bunkroom recovering. I never felt so bad. If this was a hang over, I didn't need to drink anymore. By about two O-Clock, I was feeling better. We had one more night left on the trip. It was going to be a nice night. The temperature was supposed to be about 50 Degrees. We had been told that if the weather was fair that we would do a requirement for Wilderness Survival merit badge. So Mr. B. took this opportunity to get some peace and quite in the Cabin. We had to split up into pairs of two and construct a survival hut from sticks and leaves. Darrin asked me if I would be his partner. Shit! I got hard just thinking about it. He didn't have to ask me twice. We had to try and find a tree with a natural Y shape close the ground, so we all ended up in different locations. The closest hut to us was about 50 yards away. It took about 3 hours to build it, and we were going to be required to sleep in it that night. Man, just thinking about being that close to Darrin all night was freaking me out. I was nervous, because I knew this would be the night that I would see how much I could trust Darrin. We had become really close, but now it was time to see how close. The hut was pretty cool, It had a framework of one strait 8 foot long heavy branch that sat in a notch in a tree about 4 feet high, and angled down to the ground. Then sticks formed the A frame roof with longer ones at the top to small ones at the bottom. Next vines and brush covered the sticks, followed by a 2-foot layer of leaves. Believe it or not, one of these huts is supposed to keep a naked man warm in -40 degrees below weather. Pretty cool huh? I have to say it was warm, and pretty tight for two people, which made it all the better. When it was time to go to bed, I couldn't have been more ready, we were allowed to take our sleeping bags, but it was to warm to sleep inside them, so we laid on top. I laid on my back with Darrin to my right. We had a little night-light, and Darrin and me stayed up and talked for a wile. Man, he was just so beautiful lying there, and then there was the scent. I was just breathing him all in. It drove me crazy every time he got close to me. He was about the best looking kid I think I've ever seen. Who can I compare him to? Hummm... Maybe a young River Phoenix. Yes, that covers it pretty well, his looks were very similar to River Phoenix. Picture River Phoenix in the movie Stand By Me (one of my favorite movies). Somehow I can imagine River Phoenix with a scent like Darrin's. So Finely we turn out the light. I didn't wait to long to make my move. I wanted to make sure that he would be awake when I did. He would ether let it happen, or he would turn away. I never wanted to make anyone do something they didn't want to, if he didn't accept my advance, I would have accepted that, and we still would be friends. He was lying on his back, and I rolled towards him and let my hand fall onto his chest. He didn't move. I very slowly started moving my hand down. His breathing immediately started getting faster. I took a good 2 minutes before I reached his waist. He had on jeans with no belt. With my left hand I undid his button, He was really breathing hard now, but he was making no attempt to stop me. I pulled down his zipper, and I pushed my hand under his waistband and wrapped my hand around a super hard throbbing piece of meat. Then I took my other hand and wrapped it around my own 6 inches. Up to this time I had never found a boy with a dick as big as mine, but Darrin was equally as big as me and maybe slightly thicker. That was amazing for a 12-year-old. I had never seen a reaction like this. He was breathing so hard that I was almost cumming just from hearing his excitement. I pushed his underwear down under his balls, and then I started stroking his dick. He started bucking into my hand while I was stroking him. This went on for about 2 or 3 minutes until he shot a nice load on his stomach, and as soon as he started shooting, I did too. Dam!! I love this kid; He is just so awesome! Since it was his first time, I didn't want to push things any further. I knew that there would be a lot more opportunities now that he had let me take the first step. I had brought a towel with me so I cleaned him up and myself. There was no conversation. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable. It was a new experience for him, and it didn't need to be complicated. We got up the next day and found out that it had rained outside, our hut was one of the few that didn't get wet inside. Most of the other kids had gone back to the cabin during the night when there huts started leaking. Darrin and I acted as though nothing had changed between us, He was his usual upbeat self, and we both knew that from then on we were going to be really good friends. It had been an outstanding trip, one of the best I had ever been on. That place became like a home to all of us and it was the one trip that no one would miss every year. I have a thousand more stories just from the trips to that cabin, That place holds some of my greatest memories. Every few years or so if I am driving in that area, I have to take a detour just so I can take a look at the old cabin. It is still there and still used by scouts. I wonder if any of my old buddies do the same thing? Not long after this trip Darrin and me became the best of friends, and we spent many of times together in the same tent. To this day he is still one of my favorites because his body would get so out of control when I was with him. I can remember one time that stands out in my mind. This was a few years later when he was 14. He was going though some hard times with his parents and with everything. He was sleeping over my house that night. I was on my bed and he was on the floor. He started telling me about his life. When I first met Darrin, he probably would have been considered a geek. But over the last two years his life had changed drastically since he joined the scouts. First I took him under my wing, and then soon after Justin took a real liking to Darrin. If Darrin wasn't hanging with me, he was with Justin. Justin was a motor head, always working on his hot rod car. Turns out that Darrin is like a child prodigy when it comes to working on cars. I knew he was a genius pretty early on. He had a way of working out super complex problems in his head in only a few seconds. The complexity of an engine was nothing to him. He knew how it worked in his mind, and he didn't hesitate to rip something apart and put it back together. He gave up all of his old friends, and Justin made sure to tuffin him up. He also was brought into our smoking and drinking world. He was not the shy geeky kid that joined the troop two years ago. So anyway, he was telling me about how much his life had changed and how he missed his old friends and the simple innocent life he had before, this is when he started bawling I mean really crying hard. This was shocking to me; I had never seen him cry before. Darrin was my closest friend, and I really felt bad for him. He was lying on his back on the floor. I got down on the floor with him and put my hands on top of his head, and put my forehead against his forehead, and I soothed him. I had my weight on my elbows and I laid off to one side so the weight of my legs were not on him. He tried to continue talking, but his sobbing made him Unintelligible, I told him to stop talking. He stopped and put his arms around me and squeezed me with all his might, and we just stayed like that for like an hour with my forehead pressed against his. I soothed him until he was quiet with his eyes closed. At this point I had been with him many times before, but it was an unspoken part of our friendship that only happened a few times a year at best when the circumstances were right. Anyway, My hip was against his cock and I felt his dick getting hard and it was now throbbing against me. I kept my head against his and I reached down and zipped down his pants. He immediately started breathing hard. I pushed down his underwear and took a hold of his 6 inches as it was throbbing and bouncing. Now I was ready to try something that I hadn't done with him before. I sat up and undid my pants and took them off. All the time Darrin didn't move and kept his eyes closed. I pushed his pants down to his knees and his shirt up to his neck, then I straddled him. As I did I could see his heart pounding out of his chest and I could feel him shaking. Then I took a hold of his dick and lowered mine till it came into contact with his. The very second my dick touched his, he began to blast his load onto his chest, the first shot hit him in his face, he was breathing so hard and cumming so hard that he was nearly doing sit ups uncontrollably with each contraction of his dick. Then with a couple of strokes with my dick against his I shot mine on his stomach also. Then I used a couple socks to clean him up and I zipped up his pants and put mine back on. Then I just lay next to him until he fell asleep. I swear that there is nothing better than emotional sex. I felt closer to Darrin than anyone that I had ever met. We had a special bond for many years. I am still friends with him now, but he lives too far away and I haven't seen him in some time now. Scouting was many things to me, first, it was a place to meet many people and make some great friends and that it did. I made the best friends of my life there. It gave me the opportunity once a month to leave reality with my friends and create our own reality. It prepared me for having a leader and being a leader and to teach what I learn. Perhaps the most important things that it taught me was how to work with a team and how to handle an interview. It is not all games. As you approach the rank of Eagle it gets a lot more serious. As you start to reach the higher ranks, you have to lead and teach and become a board member along with the adults to judge others. The last three Ranks; Star, Life and Eagle, require a large panel of people on the scouting committee and other scouts that have already attained the rank to make a judgment. They question and determine if you qualify for that rank. There is still time for fun, but this is when the majority of boys drop out of scouts. I never had a doubt in my mind that I would become an Eagle Scout. I was not in a rush to get it, but I knew when the time came that I would do it. Unfortunately it did not happen. As I got to be 17 and held the rank of Life, I had started thinking about my Project for Eagle, and I only had a couple merit badges left to get. I wound up in a dispute with Mr B. that put both of our prides on the line. I stopped going to the meetings for about 6 months. I thought about going to another troop that I had become friends with, but it just would not have been right for me to get my Eagle anywhere else. I realized that my time was running out so I gave in and went to Mr B. and apologized. I told him I wanted to go for my Eagle, and he informed me that I didn't have enough time to do a project and would not be able to get my Eagle. It really hurt me. I couldn't believe it. I still stayed with the Scouts till I was 18, and then walked away. As for the other guys, George quit when he was 15, and believe it or not, we became friends again a few years later. I would have never thought it possible, but he wasn't to bad when he was outside of a group, and we had a couple hobbies that put us together for a wile. Todd lasted till he was about 16. Mike only lasted about a year. Justin, Darrin, Chad, David, Evan, and Rob all got their Eagle Scout. Our troop had the highest percent of Eagle Scouts per members in the state for many years, and that is for one reason, It was a great place to be. A few years later I became an assistant scoutmaster for a short time. The youngest boys that were in the troop when I left were now the oldest. It was nice to see that most of the traditions that we had created in the beginning were still a part of the troop. It was interesting to see who filled the positions where we used to be. I mean, Who was the troublemaker, and who was the voice of reason. Wile it was fun seeing the new generation, it is not quite the same as being a part of it. What I wouldn't give to go back and do it again. I welcome any comments about this story or the others that I have written. If you have a story about Scouts, I would love to hear it. You can write me at ryanscott@mail.com