Date: Tue, 2 May 2006 18:02:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Dennis Banneker Subject: Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions - Chapter 3 _________________________________________________ Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions - Chapter 3 by Dennis B. StoriesNew@yahoo.com May 2, 2006 _________________________________________________ Check with your local and regional laws before reading this story which depicts homosexual sex acts. You must be of legal age and not be offended by this type of content. All persons, names, places, and descriptions, are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places, descriptions, is totally unintentional and a pure coincidence. ______________________________________________________________ NOTE FOR THE READER Please don't be shy to write to me--I'm just a guy like you. (I'm starved for email right now. I promise, I'll LIKE your email.) :-) When you email: Please tell me the TITLE OF THE STORY you're writing about--OR put the title in the subject line. I have a lot of stories out there, and sometimes I can't tell which story you're referring to. You get extra points for telling me what parts you liked. :-) Thank you so much. --Dennis :-) StoriesNew@Yahoo.com P.S. There's a list of all my stories at the end (with Nifty location, last post date, description, grouped in categories). ______________________________________________________________ SCOUT CAMPOUT QUALIFYING COMPETITIONS by Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com David Thornton, 21, Scoutmaster SCOUTS TRYING FOR EAGLE SCOUT Tim Larsdon, 14 Terry Dalisle, 14 Michael Roberts, 14 - boldest, most developed of the 14 y/o scouts trying out for Eagle. Tall and well built, looks more like 16. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, 5 foot 9, 145 pounds; smooth chest; great build; 6 inches. Kyle McCovey, 13 - the only 13 y/o but qualified to earn Eagle status. Best looking; 5 foot 5, 120 pounds, blue eyes, blond hair; 5 1/2 inches. Not much sexual experience. Adam Drist, 14 - Kyle's friend; light brown hair, green eyes, 5 foot 6, 130 pounds. 5 inches. Adam can suck himself off. BROTHERS OF SCOUTS Robby Larsdon, 12 Jonathan Roberts, 15 Peter Drist, 16 - Adam's brother; tall; shaves ______________________________________________________________ "Better relax, pretty boy," Michael said endearingly as he took a soft feather to the beautiful blond's balls. "Oh, shit. Oh, shit!" Kyle whispered, jerking his hips off the floor. The poor boy was shaking now. And Michael, smiling contentedly, had only begun. A glance flashed between them after Kyle saw Michael's ample pre-cum flow to the mat. Adam grimaced subtly, practically masturbating as he viewed the erotic scene, his breaths accelerating. I might need to remind him that coming was still off limits. From the looks of Michael and Kyle, something more than just teasing was happening. "You got a sexy big-boy dick," Michael said, licking Kyle's ear. Poor Kyle jerked his arms and legs spasmodically--Michael apparently finding one of Kyle's hot spots. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," Kyle groaned, his flat tummy heaving. CHAPTER 3 As soon as Michael stopped licking Kyle's ear, the cute blond took hold of Michael's dick. It had a good layer of precum on it, and Kyle gave it a few good strokes. "Ooo, yeah!" Michael said, totally into the feel of the boy's hand jacking him off. After a moment, Michael realized this wasn't supposed to happen--he should be teasing Kyle. He grabbed Kyle's wrists. The duo blushed. The other young Scouts made sensual sounds of their own as their hands slid slowly along their own excited boy-tools. I brought in a stepstool and put Kyle on it, lying face up with his butt pressing against the small seat. This raised Kyle high enough for all to more easily see his dick getting teased. Then I stared at Adam who was still stroking himself. "Adam--no masturbating," I said. "Play, yes. Jack off, no. Sorry, those are the rules." Adam slowed his hand to a crawl. "Dave?" Adam shouted, "Is someone timing the twenty minutes?" I was embarrassed. I'd forgotten to time the event. I had to make an announcement and rectify the situation. "At ease, everyone--including Michael and Kyle," I said, taking my stopwatch from my pocket. "Thank you for reminding me, Adam." I took this opportunity to look at the audience. Adam, Tim, and Terry all had nice tents in their shorts. Of course, they got that way watching Michael do his best to tease Kyle out of his mind. I had some plans for the three onlookers. "All right. How much time do you three think Michael has been at it?" "I don't know for sure, Dave," Tim said. "Five minutes," Terry shouted, a hand to his bulge and a big grin on his face. "Yeah, Dave--five minutes!" Adam said. "Do you all agree?" "Yes," Tim said, making it unanimous. "Dave--what about Kyle and Michael?" Adam asked. "What do you two say? Does fifteen more minutes sound fair?" The pair agreed. "All right then. I'll set my stopwatch for fifteen minutes." "But you can make it more," Michael said with a sly grin. All the others laughed, including Kyle, who did his best to suppress it. The shy 13-year-old blushed, looking down at his exposed erection at full mast, throbbing for all to see. Michael's erection also throbbed very visibly, attracting all eyes to the thick, reddened thing. "We'll vote on it if we think you need more time," I said, looking at Adam, Tim, and Terry--and winking at Michael and Kyle. "Sounds good, Dave," Michael said with a big grin. "One more thing," I said, looking at the boys in the audience, "This would be a good time for you three to get naked." The trio looked shocked and began to grumble among themselves. "Yeah," Kyle said, "that's be HOT!" "Do it, guys," Michael said, waving his stiff bone at them. Stiffness was a matter of degree only, as they all had taken the arousal stimulant. But it was surprising the degree of variation a boy would have from one moment to the next. "Stand up, boys," I said to Adam, Tim, and Terry. The blushing boys stood slowly, their faces ever-reddening as they did. The tents in their shorts looked enormous--as if the boys suddenly sported much bigger organs. That was the charm of a clothed boner--it always seemed bigger than a naked one. "Dave--do we have to take our shorts off?" Tim asked. "No. If you don't want to remove them, I can have Michael and Kyle take off your shorts for you." Three boys instantly lined up in front of Kyle and Michael. They shared the task of pulling the other boys' shorts down. As son as they'd done all three, the duo slid fingers on the three boners, and had the unsuspecting boys squealing as their dicks bounced with quick, jerking motions. "We can see better from here," Adam said, looking longingly at Michael and Kyle. "Can we stay and watch them from here, Dave?" "Sure," I said. "You can get on your hands and knees to see even more, if you want. Just don't touch them." The observer boys didn't seem so embarrassed now. "Cool!" they said. "Remember," I said to Michael, "licking the penis is restricted to fifteen seconds at a time, once every two minutes. I'll time that with my watch. And no actual sucking off." Michael got up suddenly. He took a soft artist's brush from the box of 'teasing tools' and started swiping the wide brush on Kyle's penis--restricting the stimulation to just the head. Michael remembered that a boy can't usually come from stimulating just the tip. Kyle's body reacted with great energy. His hips came flying off the stepstool, knocking the brush from Michael's hand. "Whoa!" everyone said, including Michael. "Be careful, you have a wild pony there," I said to Michael. Everyone looked at Kyle's bouncing boy-stick. The sexy big 14-year old again rubbed the soft bristles on Kyle's raging boner, and as the little blond's hips continued to buck, pre-cum flowed out from him more forcefully than before. The throb in Michael's cock told all of us that he enjoyed what he was doing--and the sight of Kyle's pre-cum surely helped. In a clever move, Michael slid the head of his cock against Kyle's. Now, Kyle shouted with built-up sexual need and the extreme pleasure of a bigger boy's warm cockhead rubbing against his own. Kyle gasped for breath. "Oh, God! Michael . . . uhhh." "You're not gonna come now, are ya, Kyle?" "No--but you're killing me." The boy's penis was obviously in a frantic state--very red, throbbing wildly. "Killing you?" Michael said with an evil grin. "Yeah! You're torturing me," Kyle said, nearly shouting, his higher-pitched voice piercing the air. This made the other young Scouts throb, knowing the pleasure Kyle was voicing, sensing the sexual voltage of the scene. "I'm not torturing you. I'm just rubbing your dick." Occasionally, Michael allowed his thick cockhead to slide under the crown of Kyle's bone, intensifying Kyle's jumping and squirming. "Oh, I forgot the cum rule," I said. "If your guy comes, you have to take his cum in the mouth--but without touching. If he shoots more than three streams, you can finish him off by taking his penis into your mouth and sucking him." "Ooo! The other shouted." "Oh, yeah!" Adam said, his 5-inch erection responding intensely to this rule. Michael changed tactics again, sucking both of Kyle's balls into his mouth and slowly manipulating them. Poor Kyle vibrated now, his voice a pure squeal. The boy squirmed, causing his stiff pole to brush against Michael's hand. "Yeeeeaaaggh! OH! I can't take it." "Do you give?" Michael said, staring into Kyle's hot blue eyes. Kyle stopped, obviously thinking about what was said. "No," Kyle said bravely. This prompted Michael to take the flavored edible lube from the box. This he spread slowly over Kyle's enraged cock. When he slid his fingers carefully over the throbbing pole and began to lick, Kyle squealed louder than ever. "Twenty minutes! Good work, Michael. Stand up with Kyle so we can all look at your erections." Blushing, Michael helped Kyle stand, and the pair faced the audience of four--three 14-year-old scouts and me. The three boys applauded. "Can I come, now?" Kyle said breathlessly, causing the others to laugh. Michael took great interest in hearing the answer to this question. "Yes and no," I said. "Yes, you can, Kyle, but not now. When everyone has been teased, you may come." "Awrrgrh!" Kyle said in frustration as he grasped his aching penis. "Please, Dave--I gotta!" Kyle said, pleading with me. "Well--there IS a way you can come now. The rules say that any boy who comes during a teasing ritual before the rules say he's allowed to, he may masturbate in front of the others and take a swat of the paddle from each of the other participating Scouts in the room." "PADDLE?" Kyle said fearfully, "Won't that HURT?" "Yes--some," I said, "but it won't kill you." Kyle seemed hesitant. "Go for it!" "Do it!" the others shouted. Motivated by peer pressure, Kyle agreed, blushing badly. Michael did not seem to like this idea. "Okay," Kyle said with a grin. The cabin was equipped with a set of makeshift spotlights and dimmers. To make the paddling event dramatic--and more embarrassing to Kyle--I dimmed the cabin lights and aimed a spotlight at the mat, which illuminated Kyle like never before. The powerful light allowed us to see more detail of the boy's body. It glowed with tiny wisps of Kyle's hair--on his arms, chest, and legs--the short, thin hair twinkling. Also, we could see a budding pleasure trail of faint blond hair. The thickness of Kyle's very rigid penis became more evident as well--along with the deep color of the cute boy's blush. "I have all your names on pieces of paper in this bowl," I said. "Kyle will now turn his head and select a name. Hand it to me when you pull one out," I said, approaching him in the blinding light. Withdrawing from the spotlight, I unfolded the paper. "Wouldn't you know, it's Michael Roberts." Immediately, the big boy blushed. "Stay where you are, Mike--I'll get the paddle." The paddle was a sturdy, fraternity type. "Whoa, that looks serious," Michael said, looking concerned. "One swat," I said, ignoring his remark and handing him the paddle. "Bend over, Kyle." The others giggled, all except Michael. "Lean over and put your hands flat on the floor." I turned to Michael. "Unless you have another position you want him in." Michael was blushed more than I would've thought. "No, that's fine," Mike said uncomfortably, and took aim. The big 14-year-old paused to look at the golden-haired boy's 13-year-old butt. Michael didn't take much of a swing, and when the paddle connected with Kyle's hairless ass, the stroke made a weak sound as it hit its target. Kyle's butt barely jiggled. "That's bogus!" "He barely touched him!" the boys shouted. "I'm afraid they're right," I said quietly to a badly blushing Michael. "Try again." During this interval, poor Kyle squirmed in what had to be not-so-pleasant anticipation. His anxious breathing added to the tension. Michael brought the paddle backward quite a distance this time, and, overcompensating for his previous leniency, smacked the thick oak paddle with great force, causing a frightening thwacking sound of wood on skin, jolting Kyle visibly. The others jumped in fearful surprise. "Yeeeeeeeowwwwwwwwww!" Kyle screamed, standing up suddenly and rubbing the red imprint of the paddle that had seared itself into his tender, hairless butt-cheeks. "Sorry," Michael said, looking woefully at Kyle. "AH! It hurts! Ow! Ow!" the boy continued as he jumped around with his hands on his little butt. I slid a chair to the boy, sat down, and took Kyle over my lap, rubbing his red cheeks, hoping to soothe and calm him. "That was too hard," I said to Kyle, "but they're still learning. Feel better, Kyle? Do you forgive Michael?" "Yeah. No sweat. It just surprised me," Kyle said bravely. This brought applause from the others. "Now remember, boys, it's not supposed to hurt a lot. This is all in fun and for sport--not for the Discipline Merit Badge." "Okay," they all said, nodding and looking serious. "Tim, it's your turn at the paddle. We'll keep Kyle over my lap for the rest." WHACKK! "Ow!" Kyle's body jerked, but he remained brave. Tim had hit the same spot Michael had. I remained silent. Watching a paddling always had a horny effect on those observing, and I was quite aroused. Seeing the three other boys' throb and gush pre-cum from their excited poles enhanced my excitement. Terry came up and took the paddle. He looked frightened, but determined to do his duty. "Sorry, Kyle," Terry said, giving a harder swat than Tim had, but placing it in a new area of Kyle's skin. WWHAPPPP! "AHH!" Kyle writhed energetically, and his slick erection dug into my leg. Adam was quite shaken as he came up to take the paddle. He apologized in advance, as Tim had, and gave a weaker stroke, but Kyle moaned and squirmed all the same. "Kyle--are you okay?" I asked, concerned. "Hell, yeah--I'm fine, the brave blond said, smiling with embarrassment and rubbing his cute little ass. "What happens now?" Terry said, staring at Kyle's crimson cheeks. "Well--all you boys have to comfort the one who got paddled. Stand and lean your hands on my shoulders, Kyle. All you paddlers now must lick Kyle's poor butt--everywhere you see red." "Oh, God!" "You're kidding?" was the quiet, embarrassed response from the other boys. "You could opt to take a paddling from Kyle, as a substitute." "Hell, no!" "No, I'll lick," the general consensus came. "All right," I said. "Line up in reverse order--so Adam will be first, Michael last. Kneel down, boys, and get your tongue into action. A minimum of one minute each." One by one, each boy knelt and bathed Kyle's sore ass with his tongue. I timed them with my watch and announced when the minute was up. Each boy was blushing very charmingly when he got up after his licking session. Michael licked almost two minutes, apparently in an attempt to apologize to Kyle for the hard paddle stroke he'd inflicted on the boy's buttocks. By the time all the licking was accomplished, Kyle stood, grinning ear to ear, stroking his dick, precum gushing nicely--the effect from all the activity adding to the action of the stimulant pill. "Are you ready to come for us?" I said to Kyle. "If I take another paddling, do I get my butt licked again?" Kyle said jokingly, to uproarious laughter. For some reason, this made Michael blush, evidently still feeling guilty for his hard whack at our cute blond Scout. "I guess I can . . . jerk off now, Dave," Kyle said nervously with his darkest blush. It was rough for a boy to masturbate for an audience--and this one was quite eager to see this. Michael whispered in my ear. I agreed to his idea. "I feel bad I hit you so hard," Michael said, looking at Kyle with eyes that pleaded for forgiveness. "So, I'm gonna jerk you off, to let you know I'm sorry." This was overkill, I thought. After all, I got a good look at Kyle's ass, red marks fading fast. The boy was fine. Kyle was taken back with the offer, and had difficulty responding, so Michael took Kyle to the mat, lay down with him and took him in his arms. My cock throbbed to see the hot blond boy sitting naked in Michael's lap, his hand gently stroking Kyle's anxious cock. When Kyle jumped suddenly, I had a feeling it was because the tip of Michael's big bone poked against Kyle's virgin entrance. But Michael's hand manipulated the boy's penis expertly. "AWWRRHH!" Kyle shouted as a vibrant stream of boy-stuff shot high into the air. Michael caught it on its way down, then positioned his mouth a few inches from Kyle's pubescent fountain. The screaming, writhing boy shot his way through a rousing orgasm. The others watched enviously as Kyle's pleasure was obvious to all. Michael grinned after Kyle's three super-charged shots and he placed his lips over the gushing hard boy-flesh. Little cocks bounced all over the place. After the ooo's and ahh's settled down, I made my announcement. It's late. Time to hit the sack, boys. You all have your assigned tent-buddies. Line up, now. Chastity belts are MANDATORY for all of you for the night. "What's a chastity belt?" one of the smaller boys said. "You'll know all about it after you wear it for a while," Michael said with a frustrated sigh. He knew all too well the effect of going to sleep horny with a thing on your cock that made it impossible to masturbate. "Oh, man!" Adam said, apparently familiar with the device's effect, "Can't we jack off, first?" "No fucking way," Michael whispered tauntingly to Adam. "Your little dickie's gonna throb all night long, just like mine." "That's not fair! I got to come," Kyle said. "Can't I do something to them--maybe make them feel better?" "You can do anything you want, Kyle," I said. "But you can't make them come." Kyle asserted himself. "What do you want me to do?" Kyle asked Terry, who was fingering his penis as if he'd never see it again. "Would you lick my butt, like we did to you?" "Yeah," Kyle said, trying not to blush. The others agreed that was the best idea. I thought they were all crazy, wanting stimulation now. I supposed they had no idea of the effect of spending the night with their cocks in a plastic tube they could not remove, regardless of the fact the tubes were comfortable, well-ventilated, and big enough to hold erections twice their size. They were too caught up in the moment. "Can I suck myself while Kyle licks me--when it's my turn?" Adam whispered sweetly. I felt bad having to say 'no' to the boy. The other scouts lined up, knelt, and bent over. All except Michael. Terry was first. As Kyle knelt to service Terry, he looked at me. "Dave," he said, grinning wickedly, "can I practice for my Teasing Badge, while I do this?" "It's your deal, Kyle," I said as Kyle licked his lips in sweet anticipation. The others groaned, holding on to their desperate boy-dicks for dear life. Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com Any comments would be great! I'd feel so much better hearing from you and knowing you're out there. If you're not sure what to say, tell me what you liked. Or whatever. :-) --Dennis That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it. I feel like continuing this story. Even one email would put a smile on my face and make it easier to write more. DENNIS B. - MY STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 2 MAY 2006. 16 stories under the following 6 headings: - HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE - SCOUT/CAMPING - BROTHER - ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER) - DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER) - "NO PAIN NO GAIN" You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's Author section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that way, but what the heck. :-) All my stories are on Nifty. HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES NEW: Boiz New Age School of Sexual Education (Ages 13 to 20 something. A new type of all-boys High School where sex rules. Mostly students interacting, but the teachers, all young, also get into the act. There is also a group of non-students meeting secretly in the basement.) - Chapter 2 posted APPROX. April 29, 2006. NIFTY - Adult/Youth 1. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.) - Last post APPROX. May 1, 2006. NIFTY - High School. 2. Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear] ** Listed as just "Special Sale." ** (17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal attention to High School and College students, motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing. Ages 14 to 25.) - Last post APPROX. April 9, 2006 NIFTY - High School SCOUT/CAMPING STORY 3. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and some incest. Ages 12 through 17.) - Last post APPROX. May 2, 2006. NIFTY - Camping; Incest BROTHER STORIES 4. Teasing My Hot Little Brother (Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15) - Last post APPROX. April 11, 2006. NIFTY - Incest. 5. Eyes for My Hot Little Brother (Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.) - Last post APPROX. March 25, 2006. NIFTY - Incest; Athletics 6. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother (Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.) - Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006. NIFTY - Incest; Athletics 7. Little Brother Wanted it Bad (little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.) - Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006; NIFTY - Incest. 8. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers, 17 and 13 start to get along real well.) - Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005. NIFTY - Incest. ADULT-YOUTH STORIES (TENDER) 9. Boy Who Was Late for School (A tender story. Ages 24 and 13) - Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006. NIFTY - Adult-Youth. 10. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind of love story. Ages 22 and 15.) - Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005. NIFTY - Adult-Youth. DAD-SON INCEST STORY 11. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.) - Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005. NIFTY - Incest. "NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES 12. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far. I'm still debating with myself on that subject. Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing" the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.) - Last post APPROX. March 14, 2006 NIFTY - Incest; Athletics 13. Spankin High School Club Initiation (High school ages. Later, some college guys. Some soccer action. Some love.) - Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005. NIFTY - High School; Athletics. (Please note there are 2 titles with the words "Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I didn't think of that when I picked the titles.) 14. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High (A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.) - Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006. NIFTY - Authoritarian. 15. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22. Not as grueling as first meets the eye. Most characters are of college age. The younger characters do some teasing, only.) - Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005. NIFTY - Authoritarian. LAST POST DATES good as of May 2, 2006, and may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this, because new chapters of the listed stories may have been posted since this was written. Thanks, Dennis StoriesNew@Yahoo.com