Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2004 14:14:13 EDT
From: adama1416@aol.com
Subject: Troop 82 Chapter 6

This story is true, most of the names have been changed. While chapter
one doesn't depict any real sexual activity, the rest of the chapters do
contain graphic descriptions of sexual activity between teen and pre teen
boys and occasionally boy adult contact. All contact was actually
consensual, but the reader must keep in mind that these events happened
in a different time. Things then where not like things are now. As
always, if you are offended by this type of material, or you are under
18, or this type of material is not legal in your area, the time to leave
is NOW!

Troop 82 by L. Ray (red_dragon_ky@yahoo.com)


Chapter 6

Training Weekend

We met at Dr. Steve's house on Friday at 3:00 for the two hour trip to
the Scout Camp for the Junior Leader's Training. We loaded everything
into the back of his Suburban and Dr. Steve then assigned everyone seats
for the trip and announced that we would be stopping just before we got
to the camp for dinner. Danny had the shotgun seat, with Lynn in the
middle of the front seat, then I had the window seat behind Dr. Steve,
and Bill was next to me, and Mike had the other Window. Gary and David
had the rear facing jump seat at the back. Dr. Steve pulled the big
vehicle onto the road and we were on our way. The conversation was
mixed, but relatively light, mostly Dr. Steve, telling us what we could
expect from the various training sessions. He went over our schedules,
telling us what each session was about and then told us that we would
have a free swim on Saturday afternoon, and we would have a couple of
hours of free time tonight and then a couple of hours of free time on
Saturday night before the big camp fire program. He said that we would
also work as a patrol, unless they decided to split everyone up. We were
all secretly hoping that we would get to stay together.

We got to the interstate highway about a half hour from Dr. Steve's house
and headed north. As we neared Lexington, we turned onto the Mountain
Parkway and went east. As we got into Clay City, Dr. Steve pulled into
the parking lot of a small country restaurant, and herded us all into the
dining area off to the side. The waitress was an older woman who tended
to mother us as she took our orders, which mostly consisted of burgers
and fries with cokes, in spite of her diligent efforts to get us to order
"more nourishing" meals. She kept insisting that growing boys needed a
good diet. I was half expecting to see anything but what we had ordered
when she brought our food, but she apparently relented and brought us
what we had ordered. We all ate quickly as Dr. Steve had told us that we
had to be at the camp by 6:30 and it was 5:30 then. Dr. Steve paid the
check, and we all piled back into the Suburban and drove the 11 miles to
the camp. Dr. Steve pulled up to the administration building and asked
where we needed to go. The Ranger said that we needed to go up to the
"parade slab" to get our campsite assignments, and Dr. Steve proceeded to
head to that area.

At the parade slab, there was a large table set up where we had to take
our paperwork and get our assignments. Much to our dismay, we did end up
being split up into patrols with boys that we didn't know. Dr. Steve
said that we should make the best of it, and then with a sly smile, that
we should make new friends during the weekend. He helped us unload our
gear and said that he would see us on Sunday. He got into his Suburban
and drove away. Danny and Gary ended up in Campsite 3 with their patrol,
Mike and David were assigned to the patrol in Campsite 9, Bill and I were
in Campsite 7 and Lynn was assigned to the patrol in Campsite 5. As we
headed off to our various campsites, I felt a little sorry for Lynn
because he would be the only boy from our group in his campsite.

Lynn was somewhat of a loaner when he was around strangers. He was a
little overweight, but that didn't stop him from doing everything that
the other boys in the Troop did. Sometimes he just needed a little extra
time and encouragement. I was afraid that he would be somewhat
"uncomfortable" in a group of 8 total strangers, not to mention the fact
that I was afraid that they might tease him over his weight. While he
might be a little heavy, he was a lot of fun in our Troop, and he always
had a smile. When we worked on oour physical fitness badge, he would try
to do all of the things that were required, and if he got stuck on
something, he would say "OK guys, the fat kid needs a little help here!"
he would then laugh out loud and someone would give him a hand.

I had decided that I would check on him from time to time during the
weekend, and maybe pass the word on to the guys in his patrol to take it
easy on him. I let the other guys from our Troop know my plan and they
all agreed that they would keep an eye on him too.

In our Campsites, the first thing we had to do was find out our tent
assignments. I was hoping against hope that I would share a tent with
Bill, but that turned out not to be the case. I was tenting with a 17
year old from Hazard. He had already staked his claim on one of the cots
in our tent and I took the other one, which put me on the left side of
the tent, which also happened to be a little lower than the rest of the
tent. The tents were set over two 4 ft. by 8 ft. platforms, and the one
on my side of the tent was lower and at a slight angle from the other
one. I decided to rectify the situation, and began scavenging the area,
looking for something to level things out a bit. I managed to find a
couple of good sized logs to put under the low side of the platform,
which raised it to almost the exact height it needed to be. Then I cut a
pine bough and used it to sweep the dead leaves off the platform on my
side. I hung my extra uniform on a coat hanger from the ridge pole, and
found a piece of bailing twine to tie over the pole so that I could hang
my battery operated railroad lantern in the center of the tent.

My companion watched with interest as I went about my housekeeping. I
then took my sleeping bag from my back pack and placed it on the bunk,
opened my pack and got the battery lantern out of the top and hung it,
closed my pack and sat on the edge of my bunk. I extended my hand,
looking at my room mate, and said "Hi, I'm Larry, but you can call me
'Red' if you'd like, I am from Troop 82 in Somerset." He smiled and
stuck out his hand taking mine, and said "I'm Isaiah, I'm from Troop 212
in Hazard, you're pretty smart for a little kid, how old are you
anyways?" I told him that I was 14, but that I had been going camping
since I was little, and I had decided long ago that just because we are
camping, doesn't mean having to be uncomfortable. He laughed and said
"boy you got that right!" He told me that we had our first class session
in the dinning hall in 30 minutes and since we were roomies for the
weekend, he would walk with me if I didn't mind. I said "sure, I've
never been here before so I need someone to show me around." Isaiah
informed me that he had been coming to this camp for three years now, so
he pretty well knew where everything was, and all the shortcuts to get
there faster.

I then offered him my pine bough to sweep the leaves out from under his
bunk and he laughed again as he took it. He swept his side of the tent
and brushed the debris out the back of the tent. I said that I had to
take a leak and he said "I'll walk up to the kaibo with you." We walked
the 50 or so yards, chatting about our towns and what we liked or didn't
like about them, and so on. At the kaibo, I opened the door and we both
stepped into the dimly lit, hot, and smelly building. There was a crude
urinal on one wall, fashioned out of sheet metal, and a concrete ring
with a toilet seat on top for a commode. I moved to the urinal, and
instead of him going to the commode, he moved up next to me, elbow to
elbow and we both proceeded to pee into the urinal. We tried to drown a
grand daddy long legs with our stream as the poor creature tried, in
vain, to elude our respective streams of hot boy pee. Finished, we
tucked things back securely into our tight fitting Scout shorts and
exited the building. I noticed that even in the short time that we had
been inside the kaibo, we had both begun to sweat, enough so that our
shirts had dark wet areas around the neck and arms and across the chest
area. I thought to myself that the kaibo would not be my favorite place
in camp, and I hoped that I wouldn't have to take a crap during the
weekend.

As we walked back toward the campsite, someone yelled that we should
gather around the picnic table to have a brief patrol meeting. The first
order of business was to decide who would be our patrol leader and
assistant patrol leader. Then we had twenty minutes to put together a
patrol flag. Our patrol was the Buffalos' so we had to take the items in
the bag and make the flag. We found some twine, a large piece of
leather, two big pieces of balsa wood and a piece of paper with some hand
written instructions on it.

After about fifteen minutes, and some pretty hectic whittling by two of
our group, we had a pretty decent looking flag, with two wooden horns
fastened to the top of the staff. Someone said that we needed to write
BUFFALO on the leather and we tried a pencil, but it didn't show up. I
walked over to the fire pit and picked up a piece of burnt wood and
returned to the table. I wrote, as artistically as possible, and
everyone agreed that it looked good. We were now ready to head for the
dinning hall for our training sessions.


We walked along the trail to the dinning hall and sat by patrols in the
big open hall. There was a large fan in each end of the building, so it
was not too hot inside. There were several long tables set up with 8
folding metal chairs around each table. We found the table that had a
sign on it that said "Buffalo" and placed our flag against the wall and
everyone sat down. My friend Bill was at one end of the table, and I was
at the other, my new friend Isaiah, sat to my left. A group of adults
began going through the room passing out pitchers of bug juice with ice
in them and paper cups. We were told that when we ran out of the bug
juice, we could refill our pitchers with ice and water, but we would only
get the one cup for the entire evening.

We sat through the three 45 minute sessions with a five minute break
between each session and then headed back to our campsites. Isaiah and I
headed for our tent and I turned on the battery lantern hanging in the
center of the tent. We rolled out our sleeping bags and flopped on top
of them to talk. Isaiah picked up his back pack from under his bunk and
opened it. He handed me a small bag of pretzels and asked if I would
rather have them or a candy bar. I suggested that the candy bar might be
a bit of a mess in this heat and he laughed as he held it up and said
"yeah" as he found it to be quite soft. We laughingly shared the
pretzels and I pulled my canteen from the side of my pack. I offered it
to Isaiah and he took a swig then handed it back and I took a drink too.

We talked some more and then heard taps playing in the distance, which
meant it was time for lights out. Isaiah said "Red, I should have told
you this earlier, but I sleep in the raw! I hope that doesn't bother
you?" I said "no way, I usually sleep in my briefs, but it won't bother
me at all, in fact, I like to sleep that way too!" Isaiah said "I knew
you were a cool kid!" and he began to strip. I didn't want him to think
I was staring at him so I began to strip as well. When we were both
totally naked, I reached up and turned off the lantern and lay down on
top of my sleeping bag. It was pretty hot and I didn't want to get
inside the bag. I heard Isaiah's cot squeak as he lay down and I said
"Good night," he replied "Night."

I woke to the sound of Isaiah's bunk squeaking. I figured it must have
been about three or four in the morning, and my first thought was that he
was heading for the kaibo to pee. I heard him walk out of the tent and
heard the crunch of twigs as he walked around to the side of the tent.
He stopped and I heard his pee hitting the ground as it puddled somewhat.
He seemed relieved by his activity, because as the last few drips hit the
puddle, I heard him moan slightly. I suddenly had the urge to go too, so
I got up off my bunk and slipped out of the tent to the same area.
Isaiah was standing still as I walked up beside him and began to relieve
myself too. He didn't move, but watched intently in the moonlight as I
finished up and shook the last few drops. Without any words or warning,
he reached over and took hold of my dick, and looked into my face and
softly asked "does that feel good?" I simply moaned my reply as I looked
where his dick should be and saw that it was sticking straight up towards
his rippled 17 year old stomach. I reached over and took hold of the
hard 8 inch cock and began stroking it. I felt a shudder run through his
body as soon as I took hold of him and his knees began to weaken. He
dropped to his knees, causing me to loose my grip on his cock, and leaned
forward to take my hard 6 and a half inches into his mouth. He slowly
sucked all the way to the base and then back to the tip and down again.
As he sucked, I felt him moaning around my dick shoved tightly into his
mouth. The vibration of his moans sent caused a new sensation on my
already sensitive dick, that seemed to shoot straight from the head,
through the length and into that really sensitive spot behind my balls.

I could feel my little tight ring flexing as the sensations continued to
consume me sexually. Isaiah was really working my cock like a pro, and I
was feeling everything he was doing, more intensely than I had ever felt
before. As he deep throated me into him, I could feel the cum starting
to boil up from my balls. I said "Isaiah, I'm cumming!" His mouth
became a total vacuum as he sucked harder. It was as if he wouldn't live
if he didn't suck the life force out through my piss slit. I felt the
sensations increasing as the cum shot out of my cock into his starving
mouth. Isaiah continued to suck until it became almost painful and I had
to pull my softening cock out of his nursing mouth. As Isaiah stood up,
I had to catch him as he weakly fell forward. I held him to my chest and
asked if he was OK? As I ran my hand over his head, I couldn't help but
notice that his hair was dripping wet. The sweat was rolling off him
like he had been in a shower. I helped him back into the tent and onto
his bunk. I asked him again if he was OK, but he didn't answer and I
noticed that his breathing pattern had changed. He was now breathing
more slowly and regularly. I reached up and turned on the lantern and
Isaiah was sound asleep. I turned off the lantern and lay back down on
my bunk and went back to sleep.

I felt Isaiah shaking my shoulder and heard him ask "you gonna' sleep all
day Red? It's almost seven and we only have a half hour to get to the
dinning hall for breakfast." I looked up at him sleepily and began to
get up out of the bed. I asked "are you OK Isaiah?" "Sure am, I slept
like a baby all night!" at that, I decided that I wouldn't push the
matter. We dressed and hurried on our way to the dining hall. As we
entered the dining hall, I saw Lynn and went over to see how he was
doing. He assured me that everything was good. I patted him on the
shoulder and smiled as I headed for my table.

We cut up and joked with each other as we sat at the table eating
pancakes and sausages and drank orange juice and milk. Isaiah leaned
over and took hold of my leg and squeezed a little, and whispered into my
ear, "did you enjoy last night?" I really didn't know what to say so I
smiled. There must have been a million thoughts racing through my head
at the same time. I couldn't figure this guy out. It was almost scary.
I decided that I would wait and see where things went from here.

We had four 45 minute sessions before lunch, and then we had the outdoor
skills part of the course after. At about 2:30 the director announced
that we should all go get our swimming trunks on and head for the
waterfront. Scouts scampered off in every direction heading for their
campsites.

Isaiah and I walked together along with Bill and his tent mate Martin.
As we got close to the campsite, Isaiah asked Bill and Martin "did you
guys know that Red has the hottest cock I've ever seen on a 14 year
old?" Martin turned a bright shade of red, but stopped in his tracks.
Bill looked at Isaiah and said "yeah, and he has really sweet cum too!"
I was looking for a place to hide, but Martin looked at me like he wanted
to say something, but couldn't find the words. Bill then said "Martin
has a pretty awesome ass too. I could climb into that thing and stay
there!" I looked at Bill and he smiled his sheepish little smile. I
could feel the redness beginning to leave my face as I realized that Bill
was speaking from experience. I decided that it was cool as long as we
were the only four who knew what was what. As we got to our tent, Isaiah
and I entered and began looking for our trunks as we stripped off our
clothes. I couldn't stand it any longer, "Isaiah, what happened last
night?" He said "You mean you don't know what happened? Well, I gave
you an awesome blow job!" "No" i said, "I mean, what happened to you
after you ... did it?" "It was like you were in another world!" I said.
He said "Oh, that, I was just trying to freak you out. Worked out pretty
good too huh?" We changed into our trunks and headed for the waterfront.

We swam for over two hours and then some of us took the canoes out and
had some fun with them too. Then everyone had to head back to camp to
change for dinner. After dinner, we had about an hour until time for the
big camp fire. We worked on the skit that our patrol would do for the
camp fire, and then headed for the arena. The camp fire was fun with all
the stupid skits and silly songs. The Campfire ended around 9:00 and we
all headed back to our campsites, the director had told us that we could
stay up till 12:00, but after that it was light's out.

We all sat around the picnic table talking for a while and Isaiah invited
Bill and Martin to play cards with us for a while. Isaiah leaned over to
Bill and whispered into his ear to which Bill nodded his head. He then
leaned over to me and whispered "we're going to go take a shower so go
get your stuff. There won't be anybody else there so we can play around
for a while."

Bill and Martin got up from the table and went to their tent, and shortly
returned with their towels and stuff and walked out of the campsite
headed toward the shower house. After a few seconds, Isaiah and I got up
and went to our tent to get ours and we headed that way too. We soon
caught up to Bill and Martin and we walked the remaining hundred yards or
so together.

The shower was a large open structure with a small dressing area at the
end where the door was and there were several shower heads running down
the two side walls and across the back wall. The walls extended from the
top edge of the large concrete slab, up about 7 feet. There was another
side that was laid out exactly the same as this side, except that the
entrance was at the opposite end.

As we got close to the shower house, we heard voices coming from inside
and we got very quiet and listened. We heard giggling and then what
sounded like moaning so we entered as quietly as we possibly could. In
the back corner there were two boys who looked to be about 14 or 15. The
older of the two was on his knees sucking the younger one as we walked in
and surprised them. They both got that "doe in the headlights" look and
then turned bright crimson red. Isaiah told them to relax, that we
wouldn't tell on them as long as they did exactly as we said. They
seemed to realize that we had the upper hand and quickly agreed to do
whatever we said.

The four of us stripped quickly and Isaiah moved to the door and dropped
the bolt so that no one would be able to enter this particular side of
the shower house. We turned on several of the heads so that the water
noise would help to drown out any noise that we made, and whoever might
happen along would think that the facility was full. Bill added to the
illusion by pulling a small portable radio out of his kit bag and turning
it on loud.

Isaiah asked the boy who had been getting sucked if he had ever sucked a
dick, he sheepishly answered that he had. Isaiah asked him who, and he
said "I suck off both of my older brothers and my next door neighbor
too. My brothers are 17 and 18 and my neighbor is 22." Isaiah then
asked the other boy the if this was his first time, or had he had other
experiences too. He said that he had sucked several of the younger boys
in his Troop, but that was all. He then told them both "well boys,
tonight you will get plenty of experience, Tonight we are having sex
education class and you will learn more than just how to suck dick!"
Then he added, "Don't worry though, you won't get hurt, you'll enjoy it,
I promise," he then looked at the rest of us and said "OK boys, let's get
em' up, we only have an hour or so!" It was more of a statement than
anything because Bill and Isaiah and I were already hard, and Martin was
getting there. The older boy, John, got back on his knees and began
working on Isaiah's hard cock and the younger one, Allen, hesitated for a
second and then got on his knees in front of Bill. I asked Bill if
Martin was really a good fuck, and he said "Oh hell yes, he's even
tighter than Mike!" I moved over to where Martin was standing and pushed
gently on his shoulders and he dropped to his knees in front of me.
After he sucked my hard-on for a few minutes, I leaned down and asked him
if he was ready for a good fuck. He was no longer bashful, embarrassed,
Martin. He stood up and turned so that his hot young ass was right in
front of my hard cock. Isaiah handed me a bottle of suntan oil that he
had brought with him. I poured a generous amount into my hand and
massaged it into Martin's ass and then coated my cock with more of it. I
positioned my cock at Martin's tight hole and suddenly, he pushed back
and took the whole thing in up to my balls. I couldn't believe it,
Martin was so sex hungry that he was fucking himself onto my hard on. He
was incredibly tight and I was a little afraid that he would hurt
himself. He was grunting and moaning "More, I need more, fuck me, oh
yeah, fuck my hot ass!" I fucked for what seemed like an eternity as
Martin bucked and humped back onto me.

Isaiah told the boy that was sucking him to get up and turn around. He
stepped over the short distance and got the bottle of oil and began to
work it into John's virgin ass. John winced a little when Isaiah pushed
his finger deep inside but soon he was moaning with pleasure. Isaiah
then lubbed up his cock and began easing it into the boy. He then handed
the tube to Bill who didn't have to be told what to do with it. Bill
immediately had Allen bend forward and was lubbing him well too. I
wasn't sure if the boy would be able to take Bill's big cock up his ass
or not, but soon saw that Bill was being as gentle as he knew how. Once
they were both in all the way, Bill and Isaiah both began to fuck their
boys with abandon.

Isaiah was first to cum, and he looked like he was in a state of euphoria
as he filled the small boy's ass with his hot boy seed. Bill and I were
both fucking for all we could, and both of us tensed up at the same
time. Bill filled John's ass full of his young cum as I filled Martin.

I was somewhat amazed by the fact that we were all still rock hard and
Isaiah came over to where I was and told Martin to lick his ass hole and
get it good and wet. Martin didn't hesitate, as he shoved his face into
Isaiah's ass crack and started pushing his tongue in and out. Isaiah
grabbed me by the hips and turned me around and began doing the same to
me. Bill got John to lick his ass and had Allen lick John's. Soon
Isaiah had Martin stop and told him to get on his hands and knees.
Isaiah got behind Martin and pushed his cock in to the balls. He then
looked over his shoulder and told me to shove my hot cock up his ass, and
that I shouldn't be gentle about it. I didn't have to be told twice. He
then told John to get in front of Martin and suck his cock. Bill then
bent forward and had Allen fucking him. Isaiah and I got into a rhythm
so that he was going into Martin as I was pulling out of him, and
Martin's cock would fuck into John's mouth. Bill got another idea and
pulled out of Allen and had him kneel so that he could suck John's cock
while he fucked into him. It was a total "fuck fest" and it was the
hottest thing I had ever been a part of. We all had our second climax of
the evening, and we were all breathing hard and spread out on the floor
of the shower.

After we all regained our composure, we all showered and dried off and
dressed, then headed back to our respective campsites. As we left, John
said "I can't wait till I get home. I'm gonna have both of my brothers
fuck me, a lot, and my neighbor too!"

When we got back to our campsite, the other boys had already gone to
bed. We could hear some snoring coming from a few tents and the springs
of the bunks in some others giving away the fact that some of the boys
were jerking off. Bill and Martin headed for their tent as Isaiah and I
headed for ours. I turned on the lantern and sat on my bunk. Isaiah
asked "are you sleepy yet?" I said "No, are you?" Isaiah said that he
wasn't and came over and sat on the side of my bunk. His hand
immediately went inside my loose fitting shorts, and found my cock. I
reached over and took hold of his too.

He asked "have you ever been fucked before?" I answered that I had a
couple of times, and smiled at him. He reached up and turned off the
lantern and got back on my bunk, between my legs. He got the bottle of
tanning oil and began to lube me up and put his cock head at my hole. He
fucked me hard and deep and after he had his ejaculation he stood on his
knees, one on each side of my hips and then sat on my hard hot cock. He
fucked my cock up into his ass and then began to raise and lower himself,
fucking my cock deep into his bowels. I grabbed the sides of the bunk
with both hands as I shot up into him. We then collapsed into each
other's arms and fell asleep.

We woke early and got up and dressed and headed for the dining hall for
breakfast. The director told us that we would all need to be at the
arena with our packs by 10:00 to be picked up to head home.

Dr. Steve arrived, and we loaded all of our gear into his Suburban and
headed for home. As we pulled onto the Mountain Parkway, Dr. Steve
asked, "Did you boys make any new friends?" we all answered, "Yeah, it
was great!" I was sitting in the front seat on the way home, with Bill
sitting next to me. He had already started to doze off before we had
made it out of the camp boundary. I had my feet propped up on the dash
and my hand inside the leg of Bill's shorts. It didn't take Dr. Steve
long to notice that I wasn't wearing any underwear under my loose fitting
shorts. I felt his hand move to my leg as I drifted off to sleep.