Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2003 13:53:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: "luvbunzy@ziplip.com" <luvbunzy@ziplip.com>
Subject: Troop Richard's Wood - 2

Hi. Here is the second chapter. I am having fun writing this, and would
have more fun if people sent mail. I promise to respond to any
correspondence that isn't a flame or a virus. 

luvbunzy at ziplip.com. I am especially interested in hearing about other
people's Boy Scout experiences or fantasies.

The Horndogs of Troop Richard's Wood - 2

Jared and Martin were leaning against a tree in a moonlit grove about ten
minutes off of the camp's official hiking trail. They each smoked a warm
cigarette, trying hard not to cough as the smoke filled their young
lungs. Jared, red-headed and the same twelve years of age as his blond
puberty-stricken friend, but much smaller, couldn't help it. He coughed.
	"Hey Jared." Martin teased, "That'll stunt your growth." Martin
looked down at Jared's crotch area and blew smoke at him. "And you need all
the help you can get." Jared scrunched up his freckled face. He was
embarrassed that his friend, almost the exact same age, was teasing him
about his still immature cock.
	"Don't worry. You just leaked some jizz before. I did the exact
same thing right before mine grew."
	Jared was getting embarrassed. All he could do was shut up and shy
away.
	"Martin, could we please talk about something else. This is a
little, you know."
	"I know what?"
	"It's gay, Martin. Really gay." As he said this, Jared began
shifting his legs around uneasily.
	"Oh come on. Lots of guys talk about this stuff. I bet you're just
embarrassed because it's giving you a stiffy."
	"No it's not." But Jared couldn't face his friend when he said
this. In truth, his member had been filling to its very slim, four-inch
capacity. It was only a few seconds away from being downright painful. Why
was he starting to lose control? he asked himself. On the walk through the
woods, he thought about his ejaculation that Martin had taken from him, and
about his agonizing orgasm. It made him a little afraid of Martin and his
wildness, but also made him want to be around him more.
	Martin loved the sight of Jared's shaky legs: the slender, pinkish
legs of a red headed swimmer. Martin had seen Jared's swim meets and had
always been drawn to the sight of his friend in a Speedo. He would watch
his friends body stretch out, his round butt twitch at each kick, and he
would wonder how Jared could swim so confidently in nearly nothing yet
still be so shy about his body at other times. He had seen Jared's dick, he
had seen him swim, but what he really wanted was to have Jared totally
naked and vulnerable before him. He wanted to hold all of his friend's
delicate parts.
	"So Jared, how did all of that stuff we did in the tent really make
you feel?"
	"Um, just weird. It was a little bit strange." But thinking about
it was making him tingle and turn red at the cheeks.  "You know, I was
really wondering if I could see you all naked."
	"God Marty, no way!" He turned his head to the ground and started
shifting his feet around. He was forced suddenly to think about the
possibility of being vulnerable in front of his best friend. "Someone might
see." He spoke quietly to the ground.
	"Shut up, Jared. We're way off the trail. No one will see." Just
then they heard a quiet rustling. Jared jumped.
	"What's that?"
	"It's a squirrel stupid. Take off your shirt." Martin shined his
flashlight right into Jared's face, making him wince. He then shined it on
Jared's neck, reaching out to undo the top button. Jared did nothing to
help or prevent his friend from doing so.
	"Are you going to finish yourself, or am I going to have to do it
for you?"
	"I'll finish. But just my shirt."
	"Sure, just your shirt. Take it off slow, would you." Martin
giggled at his own comment and this actually made Jared himself smile and
even laugh. Jared started moving in a striptease motion, swaying back and
forth as he undid each button on the scout uniform shirt. One side began to
hang heavily from the scarf that had been wadded up into the
pocket. Jared's tiny pink nipple was exposed. It began to harden in the
cold night air.
	Jared liked pulling his shirt down slow. He liked the joke that the
whole thing had become. He liked that Martin, standing over him by about
four inches, also seemed to find the whole thing amusing. Jared was the
same age, but hadn't grown yet. He was his best friend's begrudging
plaything, but he was beginning to like the play. His enjoyment couldn't
stop his slight nervous shaking, however.
	Martin had seen his friend's torso before, but never had it been
revealed so slowly, or with so much seductive intent. He reached out and
touched Jared's nipple, and was very surprised that his friend did not
object. Jared had let his shirt drop to the ground. His full upper body was
exposed. He giggled uneasily as Martin's finger traced down, tickling him.
	"You happy now?" Jared asked.
	"Hmmmm." Martin mock pondered as he glided his hand over Jared's
soft body. He touched tiny nipples that looked purple and flesh that looked
grayish pink in the pale moonlight. He raked his fingers gently over the
navel and down so that he could glide his fingers across Jared's waistband.
	"I could be happier."
	"Marty."
	"Jared. You know you want to." Martin continued to play with
Jared's waistband, looking down at his friend with lowered, pleading
eyes. Jared silently shook his head, but this time he worked to hold his
hands back, letting Martin have a little bit of freedom. Martin explored
until he found his friends pubic area, still soft and smooth. He rubbed
just slightly before pulling his fingers out.
	"Guess this is only fair." He stepped back from his friend and
began to strip his own shirt off. He exposed a nipple and offered it to
Jared.
	"Touch it."
	"Oh, man." Martin nudged forward. "Oh, alright."
	Jared put his hand to Martin's chest for a second, and then tried
to pull away. Martin grabbed Jared's hand and held it there. Jared said
nothing, just looked at his friend in the eyes. Martin smiled and Jared
began feeling his friend's body. He rubbed over the nipples and then felt
down, under the remaining buttons on Martin's shirt. The baby fat had begun
to melt away, allowing the beginnings of Martin's abdominals to show
through. Martin unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. Jared continued to feel
his friend's torso, letting his hand slide off of the waistband of Martin's
shorts and land at his side.
	Martin then peeled down the front of his shorts, exposing his pubic
hair to his friend.
	"Wow" Jared said. The hair was still very light and very sparse,
but to Jared it was amazing. Martin beamed down at his friend.
	"Go on and feel it, Jared."
	"Oh, I don't know." Jared whined a little. But as he stared, his
hand began to think on its own. He slowly moved and began to brush lightly
Martin's pubes. There were a few wiry ones, and a soft, glistening patch
right at the base of Martin's penis. Jared was getting lost in the
feeling. Martin then shucked off his pants and peeled down his white
briefs. His penis was hanging out. He took Jared's hand and guided it
further down.
	Jared was now touching Martin's privates. He looked up at his
friend, slightly dismayed, but knowing that he would continue. His own
penis had stiffened and filled the front of his shorts. He couldn't deny
that he had desire for his friend, even if that desire kept him on the
verge of tears. Martin breathed heavily as Jared began to move his hand
around the young cock. Jared's fingers slid down to Martin's ball sack as
he began to pet this maturing organ.
	"Keep going Jared." Jared was now caressing the length of Martin's
dick, causing it to grow slowly. Soon it was at full six and a half inch
length and pointing upward, curving like it wanted to reach Martin's
navel. Jared couldn't believe what he was doing, but he couldn't stop. He
was fascinated by his friend's pleasure. He also liked that he was in
control, at least more so than when Martin and he had accidentally orgasmed
earlier that night.
	Martin leaned in to Jared and began to peel off his friend's
shorts. Jared barely noticed that he was standing in his boxers. Martin
felt the front of Jared's underwear and slipped his hand through the front,
pulling out Jared's thin member and stroking it.
	"It's so hard, Jared. And it'll be as big as mine before you know
it."
	As silly as it sounded, Jared smiled at this. He was now leaning
into Martin and stroking the length of his dick feeling the soft pubic hair
on the side of his hand every time he moved down the shaft. He then felt
his bottom exposed to the cold night air as his boxers slipped around his
dick and fell below his knees. Martin stepped back and removed Jared's hand
from his dick. Jared gave him a questioning look.
	Martin took off his shorts and briefs, struggling to get them over
his hiking boots. Jared could now see the blond, five foot ten twelve
year-old in full. His friend had become a respectable, fierce figure in his
eyes. Muscles had begun to flesh out just slightly on the arms, and in the
chest. His legs were no longer sticks, either, but rounder and fuller. Tiny
blond hairs glistened on the calves. And of course, Martin's penis stood
proudly. Jared now wanted to hold in his hand what had frightened him so
much earlier that night.
	Martin kneeled in front of Jared and took one of his shoes in his
hand. He took off one, then the other. He then took off Jared's socks and
massaged his friend's feet. They were large for Jared's small size, an
indication that Jared would certainly be growing more. He could tell that
the hygienic Jared clipped his toenails regularly. He was charmed by what a
goody goody his friend could be. Jared now stood totally naked, his
clothing parked at his side.
	The two boys stood facing each other in the moonlight. The one was
at the end of his life as a boy, the other beginning his life as a
man. Jared's body was slender and lanky, but with just a bit of soft baby
fat attaching itself to his stomach and chest. He looked at Martin with
big, curious blue eyes that were a sharp contrast to his dark red hair, his
freckles on his chipmunk cheeks and pale body just barely showing through
in the soft revealing light. Martin was shinier, tanner. His blond hair
shone brightly, his nose glistened, his chest puffed out. Jared wanted to
be Martin's then, he knew it. He wanted Martin to show him a glimpse of his
future.
	Martin reached his hands around Jared's backside. He ran them down
the boys back and held on to his smooth bottom. He pressed his whole body
into Jared's and kneaded the boy's ass. Jared moaned as the two boys'
penises pressed together and mingled back and forth. He felt Martin's hairs
press against his pubic joint and he reached his own hands around to
Martin's ass.
	Soon Martin moved his head onto Jared's shoulder. His wet lips
rested on Jared's soft skin and he could smell his friend's cleanliness. He
kissed the shoulder, then began kissing Jared's chest and headed down.
	Jared couldn't believe what was happening, how forward Martin was
being. He could feel the spots where his friend kissed him tingle with
wetness in the night air. Then Martin was kneeling below Jared. He traced
his fingers along Jared's boy belly, moving down from the navel and running
his finger along Jared's hipbone. Martin touched Jared's penis lightly,
causing Jared to jump slightly. Jared smiled down at his friend and their
eyes met just as Martin slipped Jared's hard penis into his mouth.
	Jared breathed heavily, more out of surprise than physical
stimulation. In fact, Martin had never had a penis in his mouth before, and
didn't really know much of what to do. He sucked very slightly and
succeeded only in getting Jared's cock slimy and wet. Still, it had a nice
effect.
	Martin stood up, surprised at even his own actions. He looked Jared
in the eyes, searching for signs of seriousness or doubt. Both boys giggled
disarmingly.
	"That was cool." Jared said.
	"Yeah." Agreed his friend. "Let's jerk our dicks together."
	Both boys put their cocks together, as Martin's saliva became a
lubricant for them both. His own cock outsized Jared's, making it seem like
the leader to Jared's sidekick. Martin began rubbing the two cocks up and
down, and soon Jared placed his hand over Martin's, joining in the mutual
stimulation.
	Soon both boys were completely caught in the ecstasy. They had no
other thoughts but to feel orgasm, and soon Martin's come, and whatever
Jared was able to contribute, poured over the tops of their joined
hands. They continued to pump their hands until it was all over, and their
thoughts became clear once more.
	The night was still again.
	"I guess we should clean up, huh." Jared suggested.
	"Yeah. I'll use my underwear." Martin wiped some cum on his naked
leg and then picked up his underpants, wiping again his hands and then
Jared's before sliding the pants on. Jared, just slightly dazed and in
disbelief, began to put his own clothes back on. He had slid on his boxers
as Martin handed him a lit cigarette. He felt manly smoking it, tasting his
friend's saliva.
	Just then there was a rustling in the bushes that made both boys
jump. They quickly scrambled to the edge of a grove to catch a glimpse of a
tall figure running towards the trail.
	"Shit. Shit shit shit." Jared yelled. Martin could tell that his
friend must very upset, and he wasn't too calm himself.
	"Jared, look." Martin pointed toward a bush. An unmistakable
viscous white glob dangled from a small branch. Jared was
speechless. Martin grabbed his friend's shoulder.
	"Jared, lets head back. Whoever it was, let's not worry about
it. Let's just go back." Jared nodded his head, he knew he had to calm down
and act, even as his thoughts raced with fear.
	The two boys dressed quickly and began the haul back. If anything
calmed Jared at all, it was the sight of his strong friend heading
confidently back along the trail.