Date: Wed, 12 Oct 2005 20:00:08 EDT
From: Robby
Subject: Scout Troop 69 --Part 1 (Introductions)

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person, living
or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story contains descriptive acts of
sexual behavior between boys under the age of 18.  Read at your own
risk.  Otherwise, enjoy!


Scout Troop 69 -- Part 1 (Introductions)


The sun light broke through the curtains of my window.  One stray beam
taunted me, flooding my eyes in a wash of orange and yellow.  I opened my
eyes slowly, the morning world blurred in my sleepy vision.  I paused and
then stretched my thin, fourteen-year-old body under the bed sheet.  I
had stayed up late last night, later than all other nights this month.
But, for good reason.  Today was the first day of summer!

My mind thought back to last night's graduation ceremony.  I, along with
three hundred other middle school kids "graduated" from the eighth
grade.  I had wonderful expectations of my high school years.  But before
that, I would enjoy my freedom, my rest, my summer.

I threw back the sheets of my bed, and staggered to my bathroom to
relieve myself.  My morning wood was straining in my underwear ... boxer
briefs, if you must know.  Standing in front of the toilet, and slid the
boxer-briefs all the way.  Standing up, my boner stood straight from my
body, you know, parallel to the floor.  I pointed it toward the bowl and
released a flood of urine that had built up over night from all the soft
drinks I had after the graduation.

Shaking the last droplets of piss from my now softening dick, I turned
and looked at myself in the full-length mirror attached to the back of
the bathroom door.  I am your typical teenage guy, I guess.  I stand 5'7"
and weigh about 110 pounds.  I have shoulder length blonde hair.  (My
mom's a natural blonde!)  My eyes are hazel.  I am not well-built, but I
am not a scrawny guy either.  I started puberty a little over a year ago,
just before my 13th birthday, so I have a nice bush of dark brown pubes
above my dick.  There's a few hairs coming in around my asshole, but none
on my balls, which hang about 4".  The hair on my legs is still pretty
light.  I have a few stray hairs in my armpits.  Girls always tell me I
have a cute looking ass, I guess I do.  And my dick ... well, it's
circumcised.  When it's soft it's about 3" long, hard it's almost 6"!

I started the shower, and climbed into the warm cascade of water.
Soaping my body, I quickly cleaned myself.  I turned off the water, and
heard my brother taking a piss (we share a bathroom which separates our
two rooms).  I opened the glass shower door and grab my towel.

"Hey, Jordan," he said to me.

"Hey, Jacob" I replied.

Jacob was my younger brother by a year.  He was undressing to take his
shower.  I moved out of his way.  He put his pajama bottoms on the
counter and turned to the shower.  Instinctively, I looked down at his
dick.  He had started puberty a little after his twelfth birthday.  His
dick was smaller than mine.  I had seen him many mornings boned and
guessed it was almost 5".  There was a small bush of hair on the top of
it.  He was pretty skinny, hadn't yet started putting on weight.
Probably didn't even weigh 100 pounds.  He was shorter than me, too, by a
few inches.  He wore his hair short, kinda like a mushroom.

"When you gonna cut your hair?" I asked.

"Fuck you," he replied.

"That haircut makes you look like a great big dick."

"More for you to suck!" he said, climbing into the shower, closer the
door.

I continued drying.  We always messed around like that.  In reality, we
really did like each other.  He was a good guy.  We enjoyed hanging
around together.  We lived on the outside of a small town in Kentucky so
we rarely had anyone else our age to do anything with.

I left the bathroom and went to get clean underwear, shorts and a
t-shirt.  Dressing, I went back into the bathroom get my dirty
underwear.  Before going in, I cracked the door open.  I was always
spying on my younger brother.  Once again I caught him jacking off.  This
time in the shower.  I say 'this time,' because I have caught him before
... many times.  He's jacked out in the barn many times, in the attic, in
his bedroom (of course), and even in the living room.  I'm sure he's
whipped it out in other places.  I didn't really think much of the fact
that he jacked off a lot, hell I jacked off a lot when I first started
puberty too ... still do.

I closed the door quietly and went about my day.

As lunch time came around and Jacob and I ran into the kitchen and sat as
our mother prepared our meal.  I spent the morning watching television
... which my mother hated.  Jacob spent most of the morning playing games
on his television, which my mother also hated.

"What level you at?" I asked him.

"I completed the first three levels.  I'm progressing pretty well."

"You really know how to work the joystick, huh?" I laughed.

"Screw you," he retorted.

"Watch your mouth, Jacob," our mother interrupted, placing plates in
front of each of us.  "In fact, this summer is going to be a little
different."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, ever since your father left us I have had a hard time making ends
meet," she paused.  "I have sold the place and we will be moving closer
to my sister."

"Shirley?  In Louisville?" Jacob asked.

"Yes.  Your aunt Shirley," our mother said.  "Anyway, she has got us a
nice apartment that is already furnished.  You two will have to share a
room."

"Aw, mom," we both said.

"Well, I'm sorry.  That's just the way it has to be.  I can't afford a
big place anymore.  Shirley said it's a really nice place.  And," our
mother continued.

"And?" I asked.

"And," she continued, "You both will be joining the scout troop that her
boy, Christian, is in.  You can meet a lot of friends that way."

"Scouts?" Jacob asked.

Oh well, this is going to be an interesting summer, huh?

Within the next several days, Jacob and I packed all of our personal
belongings.  In no time a medium-sized moving truck was packed with our
stuff, mom's stuff, and stuff we all wanted to keep.  Within a few hours,
we arrived at our new home.  It wasn't that bad either.   Jacob and I
helped unload the truck.  Our apartment became a forest of boxes.
Pulling the truck door closed I heard the squealing of a women's voice.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" my aunt Shirley yelled, jumping
from her car.

She ran and hugged mom.  The two of them began crying, and then went into
the apartment.  Women stuff I guess.  Christian came over to me.

"Hey, Jordan," he said.

"Hey, Christian," I replied.  "It's been a while."

"Well, since spring break."

"Oh, yeah. We did see you then, huh?" I remembered.

Christian was dressed in his scout uniform.  It seemed to fit him.  He
was my age, about my height, but thinner.  He had short dirty blonde
hair.

"You joining my troop?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.  "Mom really wants us to."

"It'll be cool!  The troop's full of really great dudes!"

"Terrific," Jacob said, coming over to us.

"What did you say?" Christian asked.

"Oh, sorry," Jacob said.  "I said, terrific."

You see our cousin Christian was deaf in one ear.  Sometimes you had to
repeat yourself if you were on his bad side.

"Well, the meeting starts in about half an hour.  We can walk from here
if you're coming."

I ran into the apartment where I found my mom and aunt still crying with
each other.  I told her we were going with Christian to his scout
meeting.  Wiping her eyes, my aunt said that she would pick us up when
the meeting let out.

With that, the three of us walked several blocks to the city hall
building.  Christian opened the door for Jacob and I.  We entered the
room, the room full of about twenty other guys our age.  This would be a
part of our new life.  Scout Troop 69.