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The characters in this story are fictional and any resemblance to people,
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story line.

Classification: bbbb mast oral minimal anal fant

Simon's Story Continued.

	Simon was up early the following morning and after breakfast headed
off to Robert's. He arrived just as he was about to leave.
	"Hello." He said cheerily.
	"Hi."
	"Can we talk."
	"Yea, sure. That sound a bit ominous though."
	"It is a bit. I am worried about camp. You know what it's like
being stuck in a tent with 5 or 6 other boys."
	"Yea. Not much privacy." Robert glanced down at the front of
Simon's trousers, "And that thing could get you into big trouble too."
	Simon just giggled and said "Why don't we talk to the old guy at
Scouts. He may be able to suggest some thing."
	"Good idea. We'll talk to him tonight." Robert finished.
	The day went well for Simon despite a couple of potentially
embarrassing moments when his favourite toy decided to make its presence
obvious.
	The two boys walked to Scouts together. They were a bit early and
had to wait outside until one of the leaders arrived and opened the hall
up. They spent the next 20 minutes or so kicking a ball around outside with
the other boys as they arrived. They heard the whistle and everyone
sprinted back inside and fell in their Patrols. The meeting started with
the usual flag break. But instead of changing into activity dress as usual,
the boys were going on a visit to the local Fire Station. It was only 10
minutes walk away. They all set off. Simon and Robert started to talk to
the new leader The one they called "The old guy". He wasn't really that
old, late 30s may be but looked older.
	"You know the problems we discussed last week." Simon started.
	"Yes."
	"I am a bit worried about camp. 5 or 6 boys in a tent doesn't give
any of us much privacy and I think my being gay," Robert looked shocked as
Simon continued, "may cause a problem for me and possibly the other boys in
the tent. As I see it I have two choices. Either I don't go, which is not
what I want or I have to risk causing a problem on camp, which I don't
really want either. Do you have any ideas?"
	"Let me think about it. I may have to talk to Skip (the Scout
Leader) about it. Does he know about you yet?"
	"No, not as far as I know."
	"Is it ok for me to talk to him? I should really tell him about
it."
	"Please don't." Simon paused, "If it looks as though there is no
choice, I feel I should be the one to tell him. Is that ok."
	"Sounds like a plan to me. Come and see me before you go home."
	"Thanks," The boys said together.
	The visit went according to plan. The boys were even allowed to
hold the side hoses while the water was gushing out of them. The visit
concluded and after expressing their thanks the boys were led back to the
hall where they were given the final information for their camp.
	Simon was sweeping the floor after the meeting with Robert helping,
when he was called into the Den.
	"Simon." Skip said, "I understand you have a problem with camp."
	"Yes Skip, well not really with camp more with me going to camp
could cause a problem or two."
	"Oh, and why's that?"
	Simon opened the door and called Robert. He felt at that moment he
needed some moral support. "The problem lies with me." Robert entered the
Den and put his hand on Simon's shoulder as Skip watched him closely. Simon
swallowed hard, "I'm gay." He said and waited for the usual reaction.
	Skip sat down on the desk with a thud. "Oh." He said sounding lost
for words.
	"It's ok, I'm not out to do anything with anyone, but a part of my
body has a mind of it's own and it gets very embarrassing."
	"I understand or at least I think I do."
	"With 5 or 6 boys in a tent, there isn't much privacy and if things
start to happen at the wrong time you can guess what might result." Simon
continued.
	"Ok. Who else knows about this?"
	"Our parents, the new leader and yourself, as far as I am aware."
	"Leave it with me and I'll pop round and see you and your parents
tomorrow afternoon."
	"Saturday evening would be better. My parents go out in the
afternoon."
	"Ok. I'll ring before I come round." Skip finished. He had a lot to
think about now and not only about camp. He also had to consider the other
boys on a Troop night also.
	Simon finished the sweeping up and the boys left. Skip spent the
next hour trawling through the rule book and various other books. No where
did it mention anything about a gay Scout. In the end he formulated a plan
that would minimise the risk of a problem on camp without stopping Simon
from going.
	The two boys met at Simon's the following afternoon and were sat
chatting in his room.  Simon was very fidgety and Robert picked up on it in
a matter of minutes.
	"What's wrong? You haven't been able to sit still since I got
here." Robert said.
	"I can't get over the risks you have taken for me during the past
week and I want to repay you." Simon trailed off.
	"You've got a boner haven't you?" Robert said already knowing the
answer to his question.
	"Yep."
	"You've got some thing in mind too. I know you."
	Simon's face flushed slightly. "Yep . . . I want to do some thing
very special for you."
	"Oh yea." Robert answered feeling flattered and a little nervous.
	"I told you that I would never force you to do anything you didn't
want to. Didn't I? Which is why I am asking you to trust me and let me do
what I have in mind. I think you'll enjoy it more than last weekends
messin' about."
	"What is it?"
	"Please trust me. You don't have to do anything. You'll enjoy it."
	Robert knew he could trust Simon, but didn't know what he had in
mind which made him uncertain.
	"Please." Simon begged, "I don't know how else to repay you." He
said as he put his arm over Robert's shoulder.
	"What do I have to do?" Robert said as he realised his
determination was collapsing.
	"Undress me."
	"What!"
	"You heard. Undress me." Robert started pulling Simon's shirt over
his head. He flushed slightly as he reached for his trouser button and zip.
With Simon's reassurance he removed his trousers and wasn't really
surprised by what happened as he slid them down. After some more comforting
words from Simon he finished the job leaving him in his socks.
	"Right. Just sit on the bed." Robert complied as he was
systematically undressed. Robert was moved round so that he was sitting on
the side of the bed.
	"Lay back, close your eyes and enjoy." Simon told a rather nervous
Robert.
	Robert followed his directions. It wasn't long before he felt a
hand touch him gently. The waves of pleasure that were being generated
helped relax him still further. Simon's hand action was different to the
last time they had done this but he didn't quite know how. He tried to sit
up but a hand gently pushed him back.
	"Lay still and enjoy." Simon said softly as he started kissing his
friends body. The sensations in Robert's body were building rapidly and his
breath became short. The sensations sent him wild as Simon became more
intimate.
	Robert's body tensed as Simon started using his tongue. He opened
his eyes and glanced at Simon. He was kneeling on the floor with his mouth
moving all over him. Just the sight sent Robert into space. Robert was
approaching exhaustion as he went off on yet another space flight but this
one was different. He seemed to stay up for a lot longer. Eventually he was
forced to stop Simon as he became to sensitive to bear any more.
	Robert just laid there as Simon came up and laid beside him
wrapping him in his arms and holding him close. Both boys fell asleep. When
Robert awoke he found he had rolled over and was now laying half on top of
Simon. His initial shock soon faded as he remembered how his friend had
thanked him. Gently he reached out and touched Simon. The response was as
expected and soon it was Simon's turn to go on a space mission. Robert had
forgotten about the back blast from lift off and they were covered.  Simon
opened his eyes, "Thanks, but you didn't have to." He said, as he leaned
forwards and kissed Robert on the cheek.
	"I know. I just wanted to." Robert said as he chose to ignore the
kiss.
	The boys stood up and after a long, damp embrace headed off to the
bathroom. The boys had showered together many times at school but this was
the first time they had shared a single shower and before long both of
their bodies were responding to the intimacy of each others touch.  Both
boys went on the same space flight this time enjoying each others company
to the full.
	They dried off and tidied Simon's room before heading down and
collapsing in front of the TV while they waited for Simon's mother to
return.
	Robert stopped for tea and afterwards Skip phoned. He came over
around 6:30 and told them about his plan.
	"Simon and Robert are both in last terms winning Patrol and still
haven't received their reward for their efforts. What we are going to do is
simple. The winning Patrol are going to be using two man hike tents instead
of the normal patrol tents." Skip explained.
	"That is brilliant." Simon and Robert both agreed.
	"Not so fast." Skip interjected. "I still have to consider the
welfare of the other boys. None of our rules cover this type of problem
with the Scouts themselves. I have sent a letter to Headquarters' and they
may still stop Simon from going. Even with their ok I will need an
undertaking from Simon that there will be no funny business whilst he is on
camp."
	Simon made that undertaking right then, but he sensed there was
some thing else coming.
	"We only have sufficient lightweight tents for one tent between
two. Which means Simon would have to share."
	"That's no problem. My parents would agree to that. They trust both
of us. " Robert said proudly.
	"I will still need to talk to your parents though Robert."
	"We can talk to them as soon as we have finished here. If you
like."
	"Ok. That would only leave the response from HQ to be considered."
	Both boys were happy with the outcome of the discussions and headed
over to Robert's with Skip. His statement was accurate and it was finally
agreed that Simon and Robert would share a tent on camp. Both boys were
excited about the prospect.
	The letter arrived a couple of days before camp and skip showed it
to both sets of parents.  Simon was allowed to go, but he was to be sent
home if "any funny business occurred or another Scout complained about his
conduct". Basically he had to keep his eyes and his hands to himself!
	Simon reaffirmed his undertaking to Skip and the old leader the
night before camp while the rest of the boys were loading the lorry with
camping and activity equipment.
	The next morning Simon and Robert met at the Scout hall along with
the others. There were 23 going on camp.
	"Just think, a whole week without parents nagging at us!" Simon
said.
	"But you've still got me to keep you in line." A deep voice said
over his shoulder. It was the new leader.
	"Yea, but your not one of my parents are you?"
	"No. But I am 'In loco Parentis' (forgive my Latin spelling please)
as they say."
	"What does that mean?" Robert asked.
	"I am effectively your parents during camp."
	"Oh." Was all Robert could think of.
	The boys got on the coach and left amid cries of "Goodbye". For
some of the boys it was their first camp and it was up to the older, more
experienced Scouts "to look after them" so to speak. Robert and Simon
weren't the oldest by any means but they were amongst the most experienced
and for some reason the responsibility felt very heavy to them both.
	A couple of hours into the journey the driver stopped for a short
break. It was a motorway service area. The boys were told when the bus was
leaving and those that weren't back would be left behind. The boys all
disappeared, some to the shop and some to the video game area. Robert and
Simon headed to the cafeteria for a coffee. A couple of the younger boys
latched on to them. All four boys had a good chat while they drank their
respective drinks. Simon noticed that Skip, who was only a couple of tables
away kept glancing in their direction.
	"I know Skip said he was going to keep an eye on me, but this is
getting ridiculous." Simon said in Robert's ear.
	"Why? When he figures out he can trust US, he'll soon stop."
	"I know, but it's getting on my nerves."
	"Forget it."
	The younger boys at the table with Simon and Robert were Thomas, an
11 year old and James who was 10.5 and just up out of Cubs. They were both
first timers and the two older boys spent a long time convincing them that
the stories about getting initiated on camp were out of date.  That sort of
thing didn't happen any more. However if anyone did try anything like that
they were both to see Simon or one of the leaders, who ever was the nearer.
The boys headed off to the bus via the toilet. That was the main reason for
the stop after all. Robert kept a casual eye on Simon while they were in
the toilets. He had no cause for concern though. Simon was obviously trying
hard to stick to his agreement with Skip.
	The leaders were the last ones back to the bus, "As usual." Simon
remarked.
	"I heard that Simon." Skip said. "The idea is we are the last to
leave any of the stops we make so that we can check on our way out that we
have everyone."
	"Makes sense, but we, the more experienced campers, are also doing
the same thing.  Looking after the less experienced as you put."
	"Don't push your luck, kiddo."
	The last part of the journey took them into the Derbyshire. The
White Peak to be exact.  Their camp site was near an old woollen mill which
naturally had a stream running near it. The boys disembarked and the Warden
showed them to their camp site. It was a series of clearings amongst the
trees. The area where the hike tents were going backed on to the stream.
	The rest of the day was spent erecting tents and getting their
Patrol areas sorted out. After tea the PL's were called together for a PLC
and the standing instructions for the site were laid down.  Robert, Simon,
Thomas and James all sat on the bank of the stream talking. The inevitable
subject came up.
	"Do any of you have girl friends?" James asked.
	"Mine is called Sarah. How about you two."
	Simon looked at Robert as Robert looked at Simon. "No not at the
moment." Robert answered honestly.
	"Me neither." Added Simon. "Have you?"
	"No chance. I hate girls. All they do is giggle and scream. Except
when they are kicking and biting."
	"It's a bit shallower down there. Let's go for a paddle." Thomas
said and he and James started to get up.
	"Not a good idea." Simon said in authoritative tone. "It's bound to
'Out Of Bounds'. Places like this always are.
	The other two sat down again. They had just started talking again
when they heard their Patrol whistle. The two older boys sprang to their
feet. "Come on you two. The last one there usually has to do a
fore-fit". The two younger boys immediately shot back to their area. James
was last and had to sing a short song to the Patrol. "He's got a wonderful
voice hasn't he?" Simon whispered to Robert.
	"Yea."
	The PL ran through his list of instructions and some other stuff
from the PLC. Before organising a game for the Patrol. Before bed the Troop
gathered together for a hot drink and some biscuits. The camp settled down
for the night. Experience had taught Simon and Robert that if you don't go
straight to sleep on the first night you won't get any until the second
night. Both boys lay in their sleeping bags dressed in cotton shorts and a
tee shirt talking quietly. Simon's attention was taken by some thing in the
next tent. "Listen." He said.
	James and Thomas were in the next tent and James was laughing at
some thing. "What are you laughing at? You little twerp." Thomas said.
	"You." There was a pause. "Your willy is standing up!"
	Simon started to giggle quietly. "This could be good." He said to
Robert.
	"I bet yours can't. Maggot pants." Thomas said.
	"It can, look!" James said.
	"Oh. Is that as big as it gets." Thomas commented sarcastically.
	"Sounds a bit like you and me. Little and large." Robert giggled.
	"I'm not as old as you . . . What you doin' now?"
	"Making it feel good. You try it." Thomas suggested.
	Shortly afterwards, "I need to go and pee."
	"Keep going. It gets better." Thomas said between pants.
	There was a sudden "Ahhhhh" from the next tent. It sounded like
James but the boys weren't sure until "You messy sod. You peed all over the
place!"
	"That was James's voice." Robert said.
	"That's not piss. It's the wrong colour." Thomas answered James.
	"You mean it's . . . its semen." The younger boy giggled.
	"Yea."
	Robert looked over at Simon. He was laying on to of his sleeping
bag. His hand was flying up and down almost as fast as light. Robert
touched Simon's chest. He stopped suddenly. Very tense. He relaxed as
Robert took over from him. Simon just lay there trying to control his
breathing so the noise wouldn't give them away. It didn't take long before
he was doing a fair impression of a fountain. Robert stopped and cleaned
his hand with his tongue.
	"You did it again." Simon observed.
	"Yea." Was all Robert said. Simon started to clean himself up. When
he had finished he gently put his hand on Robert's sleeping bag. He heard a
zip being pulled down.
	"Are you sure?"
	"Please Simon." He heard whispered in his ear. He put his hand out.
"No not that, the special way."
	Simon grinned as he turned himself round. He had to stop a couple
of times to quieten Robert down. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he
felt a hand touch him, then start gently exploring. As Robert's body tensed
up just prior to his trip into orbit, Robert's hand slid down and started
exploring a different area. As Robert went into orbit Simon had to stifle a
scream. Robert had tightened his grip and was causing him intense pain. He
closed his teeth and Robert came crashing down releasing him in the
process.
	"What was that for you bastard!"
	"You had me in a vice, Cunt."
	They heard a little giggle from the next tent. Both boys hit ground
zero at the same time.  Thomas and James had heard them.
	"How much do you think they heard?" Simon asked in a whisper.
	"Quite a bit." Came the answer from the other tent. It was Thomas's
voice.
	"Oh shit!" Robert exclaimed in a loud whisper. More giggles came
from the other tent. After that all that could be heard was whispered jokes
and not so quiet giggles from the tents.
	Robert and Simon just lay there. They found it hard to sleep. They
had to sort the other two out or Simon would be going home.
	Simon and Robert's tent's fly sheet zip woke them as it was being
undone. Simon looked at his watch then at Robert. The inner tent zip was
now going up. It reached the top. Suddenly the doors parted and Thomas's
face appeared in the opening. Simon grabbed for him but he ducked back to
quick for him.
	"Are you two coming out or just going to lay there, playing with
yourselves." Thomas asked as James giggled in the back ground.
	"We'll be out in a couple of minutes." Simon replied trying to find
his camp shorts and sweat shirt.
	It didn't take the two boys long to get dressed and get out of
their tent. Simon waved his fist at Thomas; "I'll get you for that. You
bastard."
	Thomas just giggled as he walked off towards the track to their
camp site. Simon and Robert caught up with him. All four of them were quiet
as they headed away from their camp site.
	"What were you two up to last night? You were making enough noise
to wake the dead."  James asked with a big grin on his face.
	"What do you think?" Robert retorted sharply.
	"Pretty much the same as us by the sound of it." James
answered. "Is camp always like this?"
	"No. Not normally." Robert replied.
	"Hey do you two want a laugh?"
	"Go on then."
	"James. Show them that maggot of yours." Thomas said teasing James.
	"No."
	"Look." Thomas said pulling the front of his shorts down exposing
himself.
	"Is that all you can manage?" Robert said trying hard not to
laugh. He grinned at Simon as he pulled the front of his own shorts down
and waggled his toy about causing it to grow slightly longer.
	"Pack it in the three of you. This it's not funny."
	"Why haven't you got one at all?" James said. Simon's expression
changed dramatically.  Robert put a hand on his shoulder as James stepped
back.
	"Go on. It's only a bit of fun." Simon looked at Robert hard. "You
know why I can't!" He added as he turned sharply and headed back towards
the tent.
	Robert caught him up and stopped him. "I know. But at the moment
you are a chicken in James eyes and we both know you've got more guts than
he will ever have!"
	"Ok but only this once." Simon headed back to the other two.
	"Listen you two." Robert started, "You know the other night when
Simon decked that older kid for taking the piss." They both nodded. "Well
he was given a warning. If he gets into any trouble at all he will be
booted out. Right. So you have to keep your mouths shut. Or we'll both be
getting booted out for fighting." Robert said threatening the two younger
boys.
	Simon looked at Robert in astonishment. Robert nodded to him. Simon
slowly checked around before pulling the front of his shorts down and
revealing himself to the others. He jiggled it in the same way Robert had
and it grew a bigger. James gasped.
	"Suck on that you maggots!" Simon said as the two younger boys just
stood boggle eyed.  James moved close and put his hand out. "Oh no you
don't." He said as he pulled the front of his shorts up. "You haven't shown
yours yet."
	James flushed as he pulled his short down to his knees and lifted
his pull over and sweat- shirt up. He stood there red faced as he display
himself to the others.
	Simon noticed a bulge appear in Robert's and Thomas's shorts and
became aware of his own toy stiffening. "All together now." He said to the
others. "Let's keep it fair." He grabbed the front of his shorts again. The
others followed suit. "1 . . 2 . . 3." And they all revealed themselves at
the same time. James judged Simon to have the biggest closely followed by
Robert, then Thomas.
	"Let's go for it." Thomas suggested as he started playing with
himself. It took a couple of seconds before they had all joined in. They
stood there in a sort of circle amongst the trees and bushes pulling
away. Robert went over to James. "Try this." He said as he replaced James'
hand with his own. Simon grinned. He knew exactly what Robert was going to
do and the effect it would have on James. Robert had moved round behind
James and had pulled his shorts right down.
	"Hold your top up out of the way." James did as Robert asked. "Are
you ready?" James nodded. Robert started off in the usual way then brought
his left hand in to play. Doing exactly the same to James as he did to
Simon when they first did it. Almost immediately Simon and Thomas had to
catch James as his knees buckled. They held him up as Robert continued.
James's head was thrown right back, his mouth open wide. "Here he goes.
Hold tight you two." Robert said as James started shaking as he lost
control of his body. Robert kept going waiting for his young pal to soften.
It didn't and James headed off back into outer space. This happened five
times before he eventually did. Robert pulled his shorts and pants up
before they laid him down to recover.
	"Wow." Thomas said. "Does that happen to everyone?"
	"Let's find out. "Robert answered.
	Thomas pulled his shorts and pants down as he stood with his back
to Robert. Simon was stood behind Robert and had Thomas in a sort of half
nelson, causing him to lean back a little from the waist. Robert started on
Thomas. Thomas was thoroughly enjoying Robert's ministrations. But when he
started using his left had as well. The look of bliss changed immediately
to total euphoria.  Thomas flung his head back hitting Simon's shoulder
hard. Thomas's expression didn't change. His body was starting to shake and
his knees were wobbling. "Here we go." Robert warned Simon as Thomas was
launched in to outer space with the back blast being shared out evenly.
Robert was again caught out as Thomas didn't relax. Robert kept going as
Simon counted the number of times the younger lad threw his head back. Six
was the total before Robert was forced to stop with serious cramp in his
arm. Again, shorts and pants were pulled up before they lay the boy down to
recover.
	"We should sell our services." Simon joked with Robert.
	"No chance. If I do much more of this my right arm will have
muscles on its muscles making the left look like a match stick. They both
laughed. James by this time was starting to come round.
	"Stay there for a bit longer." Simon said. But the he wouldn't
listen and promptly fell over as soon as he tried to stand. "I told you
so." Simon gloated.
	"Well how do you feel?" Robert asked.
	James didn't have the words to describe how he felt. "You must
never tell anyone about this.  Ever!" Simon reminded him.
	He simply nodded. "Thomas too." He said glancing down by his side.
Both Simon and Robert nodded to each other with a beaming smile. "Now I
know why you made so much noise last night. I'm sorry I took the piss."
The youngest boy giggle at the swear word he had used. Robert and Simon
just looked at each other.
	Simon glanced at his watch, "Nearly breakfast time. You had best
get your towel and go for a wash. That will explain why you're up so
early." The two boys carried Thomas back to his tent and put him back in to
bed before they too went for a wash and got ready for breakfast.
	The day was spent making the final adjustments to tents and a
number of other in camp tasks. After tea Simon and Robert's Patrol had to
prepare for a night hike. They were dropped off at a location 15 miles away
and it was up to them to navigate their way back. They arrived back just
after 4am and collapsed in to their beds.
	They were allowed to sleep late the next morning and after they had
eaten a late breakfast the Patrol was tasked to check the bathing area of
the stream for any rocks and things that could present a hazard to the
Scouts when they all went swimming later that day. It was one of those jobs
that they could do well and have a lot of fun in the process.
	With the task completed the boys dried off and headed to their
tents to change. "This could be good for a laugh." Simon said to Robert.
	"Why's that?"
	"You know what cold water does don't you?"
	"No what?" Robert replied just moments before Simon pulled his
trunks down and burst out laughing.
	"That!" Simon pointed at Robert's groin. There was an audible gasp
from Robert as he realised his pride and joy was less than half its normal
size. He immediately yanked Simon's trunks down and revealed what appeared
to be a wrinkled maggot. It was almost the same size as his own.  Both boys
realised they were still outside their tent and immediately dived in. They
hadn't realised it at the time but their antics had started James and
Thomas off on a similar game.
	A few minutes later the whole Patrol had dressed and was ready for
their lunch. As they ate, the main topic was cold water and the effect it
had on them. They were told to keep the noise down more than once, but
especially after they had embarrassed their PL. A tall and muscular fifteen
year old. It was his last camp with the Troop.
	The afternoon was spent doing crazy sports and other unusual games.
They finished of with a swim before tea. It was their Patrol's turn to
clear away after tea while another Patrol did the night hike. After the
camp chores were done it was free time and the four boys went off to
explore the site and find the shop. As they explored, Robert noticed
Simon's eyes scanning different boys more than once and gave him an
occasional dig if he lingered too long. Robert wasn't sure how he felt
about Simon's scanning. For some reason he felt Simon was his but at the
same time he also knew the time would come where his experimenting and
Simon's activities would ceased to over lap and Simon would have to find
some one else for his sexual pleasure and who knows, even love.
	They arrived back on site and the Troop was called together for
supper. After supper came the first story time of camp. Skip was a
brilliant story teller and could keep all of them quiet for hours. After
that it was time for bed. The boys settled down quickly and very soon the
only sounds that could be heard were that of slow steady breathing and the
noises of the woods at night. Simon and Robert just lay there.
	"You have got to be more careful you know!" Robert said quietly.
	"When?"
	"When you are looking at other boys. Some one will spot you and
that will be the end of camp for you."
	"So that's why you kept digging me this evening."
	"Yea."
	"I though it might be because you were jealous."
	"I was a bit. I know we aren't an item and that there will come a
time when I won't want to try some things with you, but I still feel as
though we belong together."
	"You mean like brothers?" Simon replied.
	"No, not really. It's some thing deeper. Oh I don't know how to
describe it."
	"The word you are looking for is love." Simon said sentimentally.
	Robert was quiet for a couple of minutes, deep in thought. "I
suppose so, but not like partners or brothers."
	It was Simon's turn to think about what was being said. "I never
knew you felt like that.  Thinking about it though, the sign were all there
from that point where you got a good hiding from your dad when you stood up
for me."
	Robert turned onto his side and put his scrawny arm over his
friends chest and started gently stroking the side of his head. Simon
reciprocated and pulled them closer together. He could now feel Robert's
breath on his cheek. It sent goose bumps all over his body. Robert gently
kissed his cheek. Simon suddenly realised that their relationship was much
deeper than he had thought and may be even deeper than Robert would admit.
Sleep took them both as they lay there in each others arms.
	They were rudely woken up the following morning by James as he
dripped cold water over their faces. "I'll get you for that! You little
runt." Simon said modifying his original though.
	"Come on sleepy heads or there will be no breakfast left."
	Simon glanced at his watch. "Shit! We over slept. It's 8:30."
Robert just grunted. "Give me that cloth." Simon said to James and
proceeded to ram it down the front of Robert's sleeping bag straight into
his crotch. Both James and Simon had a good laugh as Robert flew out of his
sleeping bag. They eventually made breakfast amidst a barrage of sleep
related comments and one or two others that the leaders immediately put a
stop to.
	Simon's and another Patrol were given their packed lunches and
headed for the minibus.  They were driven out to an area where there were
lots of rocks and cliffs. They were gong climbing for the day. Their
instructor met them in the car park and showed them how to put their
harnesses and helmets on and talked about safety. Finally they were off
along a well worn dirt track. At the bottom of what seemed like a huge rock
face they met up with the other instructors. After splitting into smaller
groups they separated. There were four in Simon's group James, Thomas and
naturally Robert. After being told about the route they would be climbing
it was their turn.
	Simon wasn't sure about climbing. He didn't like heights. James was
the first to try and climbed the rock face like a natural. This really put
Simon under pressure. The one thing that cheered Simon up though was the
harness he was wearing, it made his pouch look good, every one else's too.
	It was Simon's turn. He got off to a good start but fell off about
25 feet up. The rope did its job well but what little confidence Simon had
left him, rapidly. He was lowered until he was about a metre from the
ground. The instructor was talking quietly to him trying to rebuild his
confidence, but wasn't doing to well. Robert convinced the instructor to
let him have a try. Robert never did reveal what he said to Simon but
within 20 seconds Simon was back on the rock and heading upwards. They all
let out a big cheer when he reached the top. The others all had to walk
down the path. Simon was asked if he wanted to take the short route
down. He was going to be lowered on the rope.
	After a few simple instructions from the guy at the top he
nervously stood on the edge with his hands on his head. The boys at the
bottom fell silent. Simon started leaning back, his hands still on his
head; his eyes were glued to the top instructor. By now he was leaning back
at about 30 degrees above the horizontal. Very slowly he started shuffling
his feet backward down the rock face. His face lit up as he realised that
he was thoroughly enjoying his trip down. At one point he shouted "Hold!"
The rope stopped. He just stood there about 40 feet above the ground.
Someone shouted, "Bend your knees and push." He did and flew away from the
rock face only to come back to it with a bump. "This time you will be
lowered when you push off." The top instructor said.  Simon pushed off and
he started bounding backwards down the rock face. He gently landed on the
ground on the return from his final bounce.
	He stood there shaking like a leaf as the adrenaline rushed through
his young body. Robert asked, "What was it like?" The boys were all
gathered round.
	"Better than sex." He said, then realised what he had said and
blushed.
	"That's what most lads your age think when they first start
climbing and abseilling. You'll change you mind when you get a bit older."
The instructor said grinning.
	Simon was released from the rope and sat on a rock at the bottom
while he calmed down.  The groups changed round several times that day but
nothing gave Simon the same buzz as that first descent. The abseilling
(rappelling) came closest.
	None of the boys wanted to leave when the time came but reluctantly
did so. Back at camp Simon's conquest of his fear was the talk of the
tables over tea. Including his comment at the bottom.
	The camp routine was shattered just after tea. James knocked a pan
of hot water off of the stove and scalded his calf and foot of one leg.
First aid was carried out and he was rushed off to the local hospital. No
one expected him back until the next morning.
	Shortly after Skip and James had left, Thomas went to see the only
leader left on camp. "I can't sleep in that tent on my own."
	"You'll be ok. It'll only be for one night."
	"No! I can't do it!" He said, nearly in tears. His Patrol leader
was called and they sat and discussed what was wrong. It turned out that a
year or so ago his house was burgled and he woke up whilst the burglar was
in his room. Ever since then he had never slept anywhere on his own.
	"Give me a while and I'll try and sort something out." The leader
said to Thomas. Thomas left. After discussions with the PLs Simon and
Robert were sent for.
	"Simon, you remember that promise you made to Skip and I before
camp?" The leader asked.
	"Yes."
	"As far as I know, you have kept to it. Now I am going to have to
trust you further." He paused, "I want Thomas to move into your tent for
tonight. How do you feel about it?"
	"It'll be a bit crowded." Simon thought for a second, "How about if
I move into Thomas's tent? That will give Thomas and Robert more room."
	"No. We'll move our kit into the other tent and that will make
enough room for the three of us." Robert argued. A full blown argument
developed between Robert and Simon. It was the first time they had really
disagreed on anything for ages.
	"Hold it. Hold it. You two." The leader had a job to make himself
heard. "Get Thomas, Robert." Robert walked off.
	"I can understand your logic and the reasoning behind your
suggestion. But you also have to consider Thomas's view. Thank you for the
gesture anyway. I can also appreciate how Robert feels.  He has been
growing a lot closer to you over the past few days or haven't you noticed?"
	"I know, and it is something I am going to have to deal with."
Simon replied.
	The other two boys came back. "Thomas, how do you feel about going
into Robert and Simon's tent?" The leader asked.
	"It'll be a bit cramped, but if we move their extra kit into my
tent we can manage." Thomas said.
	"You got to him didn't you!" Simon said threatening Robert.
	"Right! That's it!" The leader said. There was a note of anger in
his voice. "You two move your extra kit into Thomas's tent then help him
move his sleeping things into yours!" Simon started to argue again.
"Enough. Just do it!" The leader said forcefully to Simon.
	Robert and Thomas left felling very happy with themselves. Simon on
the other hand was angry. He felt temptation was being put in his way on
purpose. They started to move the kit between the tents. Simon just stood
and glared at Robert while they moved the kit. Robert could see Simon was
planning something, but could only guess what.
	With Skip away story time fell flat. They tried some mind puzzles
but that didn't work either. In the end they all just headed off to bed.
Simon was correct. Their tent was cramped with all three of them trying to
get ready for bed at the same time. Eventually Simon left the tent as his
anger started to build. He just stood out side tapping his foot
impatiently. When he was called, he went in and found the other two laying
on their beds, naked. He just grabbed his sleeping bag and headed to the
other tent where he stripped off and slid straight into his sleeping bag
and tried to sleep.
	"Don't worry," Robert said, "He won't stay mad at us for long."
	"That's what you think!" Simon stated.
	"Hey guys. If I had known I was going to cause this much trouble
between you two; I wouldn't have said anything. I'd rather stay in the
other tent on my own!"
	"It would have been better!"
	"That's not fair!" Robert shouted back.
	"Will you guys shut up!" Their PL shouted.
	"Now see what you have done!" Robert said to Simon.
	"Stop it. STOP IT!" Thomas yelled at the top of his voice. Simon
and Robert had forgotten about him, laying there and had become engrossed
in their argument. The tent zips opened rapidly.  It was their PL. "You and
where is he?"  "In the other tent." Thomas replied.  "Any you Simon get out
here now!" They had never seen him this angry. They left their tents
slowly. As they exited he grabbed them by the arm and led them off towards
the stream.  "Stand there!" He ordered Robert. He took Simon a few more
paces away; "You stand there!" He ordered Simon as he turned him around so
he was facing away from Robert. Robert was also turned round to face the
other way. "Now both of you stand still and keep quiet." His anger was
unabated.
	He left them stood there, naked, for several minutes. When he
returned he had a couple of plastic buckets with him but neither boy saw
them. He filled them with water from the stream and placed one behind each
of them. "Are you two going to stop arguing?" He didn't get an answer.
"Right." He stood behind Simon, picked up the bucket and emptied it over
Simon's head placing the empty bucket on his head. "There was an audible
gasp from the boy. Robert didn't dare move. The same was done to him. The
PL left them there for a couple of minutes. The leader had heard the noise
and came over to see what was going on. The PL explained what he had done
and that it usually worked on him and his brother when they argued. The
leader laughed for a couple of seconds. "Wouldn't it be a good idea for
them to get dried and into bed now before they catch a chill and YOU end up
looking after them." The PL agreed, but wouldn't let them go to bed until
they had shaken hands and agreed not to argue.
	Both boys went back to their tents, soaking wet and freezing cold.
Neither wanted to argue any more. Back at the tent Thomas handed out their
towels and slipped back in not knowing how they felt about his presence.
Both boys were laying tucked up in their sleeping bags when the PL arrived
with a hot drink for them. He handed them over and disappeared without
saying a word.
	Simon settled down for the night. He was cold and angry. He just
lay there punching his left hand with his right.  The other two boys just
looked at each other. Slowly their expressions changed to grins and the
grins to smiles. Robert glanced down at Thomas. Thomas suddenly felt
nervous. He had seen Robert's glance and wasn't sure what it meant. He put
his cup down just outside the main part of the tent and zipped the door
up. Thomas was getting very nervous, almost scared, by this time.
	Robert could both see Thomas's eyes staring at him. Robert just
nodded and slid down into his sleeping bag. The light was turned out and
Robert seemed to have snuggled down to sleep.  Thomas started to relax. As
his eyes got used to the dark he could just make out the shape of an arm
stretching over him. It was Robert's.
	Thomas was starting to doze off when he felt some thing move. Then
he felt it again.  Suddenly, he felt a cold hand grab him. He started.
"Shhhh." He heard in his ear. The hand was holding him firmly but gently.
He heard the familiar sound of a zip being undone and felt a cold draught
on his left side which spread across his body. His sleeping bag had been
undone and had been partially pulled off him. He started to say something.
"Shhhh." He heard again in his ear.
	His groin was starting to tingle. A cold hand appeared on his
chest. It slowly wandered around until it found one of his nipples. Very
gently at first it started to pinch and roll it around. He became confused
when another hand started on the other nipple. His senses were starting to
reel. The first hand started to concentrate on his silken package and it's
contents, gently rolling and squeezing him. He was so excited it was
hurting him. Something was laid over his face, a tee-shirt or the like he
guessed. He could smell the sweat. A body was moving by the side of him
now. His legs were lifted out of his sleeping bag and bent them so that his
knees were up but spread wide apart.
	Suddenly, everything stopped. He moved his hands to remove the
blind fold but they were forced gently back to his sides. There was a new
sensation between his legs. It felt like a warn draft.  There was a sudden
intense vibration from between his legs and the sound of a raspberry being
blown. He started to giggle but a hand was laid gently across his mouth.
More movement. Some one was kneeling over him. No some one was kneeling
between his legs; no someone was sitting on his chest. He didn't really
know what was happening but he seemed to know he wasn't going to be hurt.
	"Do unto others as they do unto you!" He heard misquoted. Some
thing wet was teasing his skin. Something soft touched his lips. He opened
his mouth and put his tongue out. There was an unfamiliar scent in his
nostrils. It seemed to be coming from above him. He continued running his
tongue over what ever was in front of him. He winced when something
uncomfortable happened but it only lasted an instant. The texture he could
feel through his tongue changed. It went from soft and tactile to hard and
smooth. There was no taste to it as such. He shuddered as he was engulfed
in something warm and wet. What ever he was licking moved closer and closer
to him. It started to enter his mouth. "Suck it." He heard, well he thought
he heard. He was no longer sure where he was or what was going on. All he
knew was he liked it, liked it a lot.
	Hands were exploring his chest again. His senses started to reel
again as he was pinched and rolled and pulled. He felt like he was going to
explode. The sensations were so powerful. "Lick and suck." He heard in his
ear. He started gently exploring the thing in his mouth. "What was it? What
was it going to do?" He thought. Someone groaned. "Shhhh!" He heard in his
ear. Was it him who groaned? He no longer knew what was happening and was
rapidly going past the point where he cared. He went into another level of
pleasure. A hand started to fondle him again. He groaned.  There was no
Shhhh this time, was it him or some one else. Suddenly he felt his body
tense. His hips thrust up in the air and bright colours flashed through his
head. His senses went into overdrive as wave after wave of pleasure flowed
over his body.  There was the familiar feel of a hand again. A second
started to tease and explore his body and his senses shot through over
drive as his body shuddered, tensed up and relaxed several times in a very
short space of time. Still his body kept responding even if the responses
were getting weaker.  His arms were wrapped around his legs, just behind
the knees. "Stay like that." He heard whispered in both ears. He felt
strange and cold. Almost alone.
	He held this position for several minutes. He was desperately
tired. His body ached all over.  His arms slipped and his legs shot down
and hit the ground with a bump. He shook his head and the blind fold fell
off. He quickly looked around. What had happened? But Robert was fast
asleep in his bag. What was going on? He tried to move. He couldn't, he
just didn't have the strength. His euphoric state slowly disappeared and
was replaced by coldness. He lay there unable to move for hours, quite
literally. Unable to sleep, barely able to shiver. The tent was growing
lighter; the birds were starting to sing.
	After another couple of hours Simon woke him. "Hi Thomas. What are
you doing laying there like that?"
	"I can't move not since. . . since last night."
	"And what were you two up to last night?" Robert stirred.
	"Hey Robert. Look at this twerp." Simon paused, "He's been like
this all night apparently."
	"You Pratt. Any one would think you were laying there waiting for
some thing, or is it some one?" Robert started laughing. It soon spread to
Simon also.
	"I still can't move."
	"Oh can't you?" Simon said as he glanced at his watch. "7:30. Time
for some fun." Robert climbed out of his sleeping bag and they knelt either
side of Thomas. "1" said Simon.
	"2" Said Robert.
	"3" They said together as they started tickling Thomas for all they
were worth. His screams of laughter soon woke their entire Patrol and it
wasn't long before the tent doors were opened and the PL looked in.
	"Christ. I thought you two were, " he paused unexpectedly, "were
killing him. Let him go."
	"Can we dunk him?" Robert asked.
	"Go on then." The PL said as he winked at the others in the Patrol.
	The two boys struggled out of the tent. Robert and Thomas were
still naked and Simon was only wearing his shorts. They staggered to the
bank of the stream and as they released Thomas out over the water they both
received a good push also. All three hit the water within a short space of
time. None of them were laughing as they surface coughing and
choking. There were many threats of revenge but none of them meant it.
	"Look at their little maggots." Came a voice from the back. Every
one started laughing including the three drowned rats climbing out of the
cold water. It was James, not long back from the hospital. The lower part
of one of his legs was bandaged up and covered in several layers of
polythene.
	All of the Scouts were glad to have him back. "He should have been
sent home but his parents are out of the country." Skip told them over
breakfast. He's going to need a lot of help from his Patrol."
	"Don't forget the rest of us." A voice added from one of the other
Patrols.
	The Patrols swapped round with the activities and Simon's Patrol
was hiking on the hills today. The climbers and the hikes got their kit
sorted out and left a little while later.
	James was put in charge of the camp diary and the Troop camera.
Where possible he still joined in with the activities though. It turned out
he was an ace photographer. No-one was safe!
	That evening James was busy gathering the stories for the camp
diary. A job that was to keep him occupied for most of the evening. After
supper and story time. The fun began. It was impossible for them to help
James change in his own tent. In the end he was helped across to one of the
larger patrol tents and Robert and Thomas all helped him get ready for bed.
	"Where is Simon?" James asked.
	"I don't know. He disappeared when we came over here. What is he up
to?"
	They all just stood there shaking their heads. Things became
apparent when they returned to their tents. He had rigged up a bell so that
if James needed help in the night all he had to do was pull on a little
wooden handle and this bell thing would ring. It was really quite
ingenious.
	After they had got James tucked up in his sleeping bag and Thomas
was in his, "If you want any help in the night, all you have to do is pull
the handle. But if you kick the arse out of it, this handle will disappear
where the sun doesn't shine. Got it?" Simon said sternly.
	"Yea." James said with a big grin on his face.
	Simon and Robert had just got undress and in to bed when the bell
rang. Simon crawled out of bed, slipped on his shorts and trainers and
headed off to the other tent. "What is it?"
	"Come closer, I'll whisper." James said.
	"I want you to do me like the other morning."
	"Do yourself." Simon snapped. "Better still get lazy bones here to
do it for you." Thomas blushed.
	"Good night!" Simon said as he zipped the tent down and wrapped the
cord for the bell round a branch.
	Simon had just got back in to bed when "Simon. Simon The bells
busted."
	Simon started to storm out of the tent when the PL said, "I'll sort
him out."
	He heard the zips go, then a scream followed by James's laughter as
it rang out across the campsite. Simon Rushed over, "What is it?"
	Thomas announced, "The PL's dick fell out the fly of his boxers and
hit James in the face."  Thomas was having difficulty controlling his
laughter, "Then James bit it!"
	Simon collapsed in a heap. The PL stormed out of the tent and
promptly fell over Simon.  This didn't help control the laughter much but
James was the first Scout to get one up on their PL.
	"Next time put more salt on it." James called out from the tent.
	All they heard from the PL was "Your arse is grass Kid!"
	"He'll cop it before camp is over!" Simon said. The boys headed off
back to bed.
	That night was a bit colder than the previous. Simon and Robert
zipped their sleeping bags together and it wasn't long before they were
wrapped around each other and fast asleep. The night passed quickly for the
boys and soon it was time to be up and about.
	The day didn't start too well. It was dull and drizzly for starters
and when Thomas and Robert slipped while they were carrying James, all
three of them ended up sitting on the muddy ground. Luckily they weren't in
uniform. They all changed in to uniform straight after breakfast. It was
the day for their mystery day trip. There were many rumours fly around but
none were any where near the mark. They zipped the tents down and boarded
the bus. Once they had made it up the steep hill to the main road, which
took some doing in the bus, it was plane sailing. The boys passed the time
by looking at the sign posts and trying to guess where they were
going. About 40 minutes into the journey there was a shout from the back,
"Alton Towers", one of the best theme parks in the country. The guess was
correct and they arrived about 10 minutes before the park opened.
	"Stay together as a group and I will brief you all once we are
inside." Skip said. They were booked in and the tickets issued. Once inside
they were grouped up by a big sign post. "This is where we will meet up at
5pm. You all know what happens to anyone who is late."
	"They get left behind." The boys all said in unison.
	"That's right. Remember who you are and what you are. Stay in your
small groups and have fun."
	Most of the boys darted off immediately. Robert, Thomas, James and
Simon headed to the nearest stand and picked up a map of the park. They
headed off to the cable car and were off. They spent all day queuing and
going on the various rides. James wasn't allowed on some, so they took
turns staying with him and looking after the bags. They kept meeting Scouts
from all over the country and on one occasion some Scouts from over seas.
They had a wonderful time.
	Around 4:30 they started heading back to the meeting point. It was
only a mile away but with James they knew they would need all that time to
get back. The cable car took them almost all the way back to where they
started from and with time to spare. Simon went off and got some drinks and
only just made it before the deadline. The leaders didn't mind though, he
had brought some coffee for them also. The journey back to camp was pretty
uneventful with a stop at a fish and chip shop to save having to cook when
they got back.
	When they arrived back on the camp site every one changed back in
to camp rig, shorts tee- shirt and trainers. It was good to be back but it
also meant they were close to having to go back home. It was also what was
called quiet time. They were all expected to sit and write postcards and
the like for the people back home.
	The boys headed off to bed. It had been a long tiring day but
Robert and Simon felt like some fun. They both stripped off and lay
listening to the noises around them. James was none to quiet, so they
guessed Thomas was busy. There was also the occasional strange sound from
the other tent where the two older boys were. The pitch was much deeper,
more guttural, which only made it harder to work out.
	"I've had enough of these guessing games." Simon said as he slipped
his shorts and trainers on. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes. He
quietly opened the zips and went out. All Robert could hear were the noises
from the tents on either side. Simon poked his head around the tent door.
"Come and have a look at this." He whispered.
	Robert slipped his shorts and trainers on and crept out carrying
his torch. They carefully crept to the PL's tent and listened. It was
definitely where the strange noise was coming from.  Simon knelt and very
slowly opened the zip on the fly sheet. He crept inside and started on the
second zip trying to keep the tent doors together. Carefully they parted
the doors. There just inside were two heads and a pair of feet. Simon
twigged straight away what was going on, or should I say in. He knelt there
grinning. Robert was watching a bare bum going up and down. He felt a
stirring in his shorts.
	Simon carefully reached in and started gently running his fingers
across the top boys back.  There was a moan of pleasure. "Keep going, that
feels good." The top boy said.
	"What?" Came the answer from below.
	"Running your fingers over my back."
	"I'm not, my hands are here." Said the bottom voice as he wiggled
his fingers. There was an instant when both boys realised they were not
alone. They looked up almost instantaneously.
	"What the fuck are you two doing?" Said the bottom voice. They
could now see it was the PL and the APL.
	"Making notes." Simon said sarcastically. "What are you doing?"
	There was an inaudible and flustered response. Robert flicked his
torch on. It was now very obvious what they were doing as the Assistant PL
tried to separate in a hurry and ended up sprawling across the tent.
	"You won't say anything will you?" The PL asked as he realised he
was at their mercy and had every thing to loose.
	"I don't know?" Simon replied. "What's it worth?"
	The two older boys looked at each other. "I'm broke." Said the APL.
	"Me too." The PL added.
	"You misunderstand me. I don't want you money. What else can you
bargain with?"
	Both boys thought for a minute. Simon knew what he wanted but
wanted them to offer it rather than ask for it.
	"We'll do anything you say. Just name it." The PL suggested hoping
Simon was after something else.
	"That is about right. You will do every thing I say. Won't you."
	The APL sighed in disbelief at the hole the PL had dug both of them
into. "You fool, that's just what he wanted you to say!" He stated to the
PL in a horse whisper.
	"Not quite but near enough." Simon added. "Tomorrow night will be
pay back time. Now just to show good will on your part, swap over and carry
on."
	"What?"
	"Carry on with what you were doing, but the other way round."
	Robert giggled more out of embarrassment than humour, at the
thought of what these two were about to do in front of them. Simon and
Robert knelt at the door to the tent and zipped the fly sheet down.
	"Get on with it then." Simon said as he became more impatient. The
PL slid over to one side of the tent and the APL moved in to the
centre. Both of the younger boys marvelled at the size of the erections
that were now on display. The APL brought his knees up giving the two
younger boys a superb view of his equipment and bum. The PL knelt behind
him and dipped his fingers in to a tub of petroleum jelly before applying
it liberally to the other boy who now had his eyes closed trying hard to
reduce his embarrassment. It didn't work. He started sighing and moaning
softly as his partner started work on him. Robert turned away not really
liking what he was seeing. Simon just studied their techniques. The PL was
now kneeling high over the other boy and adjusting his aim.  "Wait. Use
your fingers first." Simon said without thinking and then wished he
hadn't. The PL used one digit and started working with it. Then he added
another. The boy on the bottom was starting to feel more pleasure than pain
now and started to co-operate more. "Now try." Simon said having realised
he was now fully committed.
	The PL pushed down and slowly started his long journey in. The APL
started wriggling and squirming which sent sensations all over the PL's
body. He started pumping and the APL went over the top and sent his load
spraying all over himself and Simon. It wasn't long before the PL also went
over the top. "See you tomorrow night guys." Simon said and then retired to
his own tent.
	"That was gross!" Robert stated as Simon was getting in to their
sleeping bag. "That's one thing I will never do for anyone."
	"That's one thing I wouldn't ask you to do for me."
	"Oh and why not? I suppose I'm not good enough for you."
	"No. It's not that. What we saw in there was not
experimentation. That's why." Robert calmed down a bit. His fears of
rejection receding. He started worming his way down inside the sleeping
bag. "What are you doing now?" Simon's voice went as Robert started to
please his friend.  Simon was loosing control as Robert worked his magic.
When Robert's cold hands touched his smooth skin he lost it completely and
had to grab a pillow to stop from waking the whole camp site.  He realised
Robert was going to make him suffer as he had Thomas the previous night.
Every time Simon was about to let lose, Robert changed his action slightly
and Simon came back from the edge. This happened 5 or 6 times. Simon
couldn't stand it much more and tried to use his hand.  Robert immediately
gave a warning squeeze. Simon withdrew his hand faster than lightening.
Robert continued and brought his friend to the edge twice more before
letting him go. Simon felt like he would never stop. What's more he
realised Robert was actually taking it all. He gently started stroking the
back of Robert's head as he started coming up to the top of the sleeping
bag.
	Simon wrapped his arms around Robert and held him tightly as he
started to kiss him on the lips. For the first time ever, Robert not only
let him but responded with his tongue too. After what felt like hours the
boys released each other. "Thanks Robert. That was the best yet.
	"I should hope so. I was really trying to please you, you know."
	"I know." With that the two boys went to sleep wrapped around each
other.
	Simon awoke early the next morning. Robert was still wrapped around
him. His morning boner was sticking into Simon's thigh. "He's hard this
morning." He thought to himself. "I'll have to do some thing about that."
Carefully Simon started disentangling himself from Robert. It wasn't the
easiest of tasks but eventually he succeeded.
	Gently he rolled Robert onto his back and disappeared beneath the
sleeping bag. With the help of his mates torch he was not only able to
locate his target without waking him but also enjoy the view set out before
his eyes. He started by using his tongue. The skin twitched slightly every
time he made contact. He expanded his target area. They moved easily with
his tongue and very gently he sucked. He spent several seconds just playing
with it before he moved on to the other one.  A hand moved over and started
rubbing the back of his neck. "Don't stop you little monkey." Robert said,
"That feels great." Simon continued by sucking the other into his mouth as
well. He felt his mates body shudder. "Oh no you don't." He thought to
himself and sucked as hard as he could, Robert started groaning which soon
changed as Simon pulled his head back inflicting a little pain on his
friend. He let them drop from his mouth and moved further up to the centre
of his target area and very slowly and gently started licking. He brought
his hand up and started massaging his earlier targets, while he continued
licking. Raising his head slightly he wiggled his tongue in a different
way. Robert jumped.  There was a strange taste. Simon held the base with
his free hand and continued to work on the inside. His friend was twitching
even more now. It was obvious that he was getting close. Simon tweaked him
again and the twitching stopped but was accompanied by a rather loud
groan. With his lips now sealed around the very top he began to
suck. Slowly but surely it was coming out. He felt a sudden click that
accompanied a moan and it was free. Simon noticed the strange taste was
even stronger now.
	He was getting suspicious, but carried on none the less gently
sucking. There was that strange taste again. He felt Robert's other hand on
the back of his head as well now. He let his hand wander further up to his
secondary targets. Robert flinched slightly as he made contact and started
gently pinching and rolling them. Robert shifted slightly and Simon felt
Robert's feet move round behind his back and lock together.
	Suddenly there was a violent movement and he found he was now on
his back with Robert on top. Robert was now in control of the action and
started raising and lowering his hips. All Simon could do was lay still and
suck. All of a sudden Robert thrust down hard and pinned him to the
floor. He also became aware of the taste in his mouth getting suddenly
stronger. He was forced to swallow. Robert relaxed and Simon was able to
roll them both over again.
	"You did it in my mouth." Simon said excitedly to Robert.
	"I knew it felt a lot different. Much better, but after that I
couldn't stay hard any longer. I guess that makes me the same as you now. A
one shot wonder."
	"It just means you have to rest a bit between shots. That's all."
Simon leaned over to kiss his friend on the lips. Robert turned his head
away. What's wrong?"
	"Last night was good but I'm not sure about kissing."
	"You love me don't you?" Simon asked. Robert nodded yes, but was
unable to say it. "So what is wrong with us kissing?"
	"I don't know, it doesn't feel right. Ok."
	"Ok. I said I wasn't going to force you to do anything, and I
won't." Simon was a little disappointed but wasn't going to push his luck.
	The boys dressed and went for a shower. They met James and Thomas
over there. Thomas was using a body cloth to clean James up as Simon and
Robert got into the shower. "Do you want to tell them the news or can I?"
	"I came for the first time this morning!" Robert said trying hard
to control his excitement.  The other two boys were both delighted for him
but Robert could see the disappointment in James's eyes. "That makes you
'The King' now James. We're only 'one shot wonders' now." James cheered up
considerably. Thomas went to say something but Simon indicated to him to
let it pass.
	When they eventually left the shower block, they were three happy
boys and a hop-a-long.  As they went back to their tents they were all
singing at the tops of their voices. James's was by far the most melodic.
	"You're happy this morning." The Warden commented.
	James was just about to speak when Simon jumped in, "Any one can be
unhappy, It takes real skill to be this happy, this early in the morning."
	"Say, how would you four boys like to help me with the camp fire on
Friday night?"
	"Yes. It would be our pleasure." James said before the others could
say anything.
	"Great. Come over to my office at 7 on Friday night and I'll tell
you what I need doing."
	"Sure, see you at 7 on Friday." Robert answered. Turning to James,
"Now look what you and your big mouth has got us into." Robert then swung
his arm and caught James square on the bum.
	"Owe. That hurt."
	"Good. It was supposed to. You are lucky it wasn't Simon or it
would have hurt a lot more!"
	James started singing again and gradually the others joined in.
"Hay, James, where did you learn to sing like that?" Robert shouted from
the tent.
	"The church choir."
	"So now I know what choir boys get up to." James went very quiet.
	"He's gone red." Thomas shouted back. Closely followed by a dull
thud and the sound of air being forcefully exhaled. "You little sod. Just
wait." Thomas struggled to get out after James had punched him in the
diaphragm.
	"I learnt that at judo."
	"There's more to the squirt than meets the eye." Simon added as he
left the tent. He saw Thomas struggling to leave his tent. Simon went over.
There were tears in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
	"He caught me good. I nearly threw up."
	"James get out here now!" Simon ordered.
	James hobbled out and Simon helped him to stand. "Do you remember
what Robert told you the first morning we were here?" He said almost
shouting into James's ear.
	"Yes." He replied with a sob. Simon was starting to frighten him.
	"What was it?"
	"That you were nearly thrown out for fighting."
	"Right! What he didn't tell you was that I nearly broke a kids nose
and if you hit any one again, I'll take great pleasure in hauling YOU in
front of the PLC and you will be out on your ear.  RIGHT!"
	The younger boy was reduced to tears and despite having a problem
standing up was fighting to get away from Simon. "Thomas, can you take
him." Simon asked.
	You could see Simon was shocked by the effect he had had on the
younger boy. Thomas led James back to the tent. As they got there James
wrapped his arms around Thomas and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt
you."
	"Don't worry, but Simon was right. If you get caught fighting you
would almost certainly be thrown out!" Thomas wiped James's eyes and led
him off to Breakfast.
	"What happened there?" Skip asked Simon.
	"I had to explain to him the Troop rule about fighting."
	"Why was that?"  "He hit Thomas and winded him. He may not be very
big but he certainly knows how to use his hands and possibly his feet."
	"Ok. Let's forget about it shall we."
	"Forget about what?" Skip just smiled and walked off to breakfast
with Simon and Robert.
	The boys that were climbing that day left in the minibus. Simon's
Patrol were off canoeing in the morning and caving after lunch. All in all,
it was a tiring but enjoyable day for the boys. The PL and APL kept
glancing at Simon all day not knowing what he had in store for them that
evening.  He kept them in suspense until they had had tea.
	Paul took them to one side. "Tonight, after lights out, I'll come
to your tent and we can have some fun. Just the three of us. Ok"
	"The two older boys looked at him uncertainly. "What do you mean?"
	"The same as you were doing last night, but the three of us."
	"Ok. What about Robert?" The APL asked.
	"Leave him to me." Simon walked off. He found Robert sitting down
on the bank of the stream, deep in thought.
	"What's up?" Simon asked.
	"You." He replied.
	"How do you mean?"
	"We have fun together but you seem to be drifting away from me."
	"You remember our talk the other night. The one about how we felt
about each other and all that. Well none of that has changed. I still feel
the same about you now as I did then, I still love you." Simon's voice fell
to a whisper as he said the last couple of words. "It's just I want to try
some other stuff that you don't want to be part off. Do you understand?"
	"Yea. You want some one else!" Robert replied. Tears were starting
to gather in his eyes.
	"No. I still want you as much if not more so, but I want things you
don't want to give and I'm not going to force you." He wrapped his arms
around Robert and hugged him close. He could feel his friends tears through
his tee-shirt. "Is it that I didn't ask you?"
	"I suppose so."
	"You said last night, when we were watching the other two, that it
was gross. Do you remember?"
	"Yea."
	"That's why I didn't ask you. I already knew how you felt."
	"You could have still asked." Robert said.
	"What was the point?"
	"It gave me the choice!" Robert shouted as he pushed Simon away.
"That was the point."  Robert pushed Simon away harder than he had meant to
and put himself off balance. At that moment the edge of the bank crumbled.
"Whoa." Robert shouted just before the loud splash as he hit the cold
water. He went straight under. The stream was flowing a lot faster this
evening than it had been all week.
	Simon shouted, "HELP!" at the top of his voice before plunging in
after his friend. Robert was now 5 or 6 metres away down stream thrashing
around in the water. Simon was swimming hard towards him. As he got closer
Robert started reaching for Simon. Simon ducked under and popped up about
50cm from Robert and hit him hard on the chin. Robert went out like alight.
In the strong current, it was all Simon could do to keep them both afloat.
Some of the others were running up and down the bank, panicking.
	"Get a rope! QUICKLY!" Simon shouted.
	"I've got one here." A deeper voice replied as a bright pink and
yellow bag flew straight over his head trailing a luminous yellow rope
behind. Simon grabbed the rope, but it was too slippery and his hands were
cold. He couldn't grip it. Then the bag caught in his hand. He hung on to
it as tightly as he could with his free hand. Robert was still cradled in
his other arm. They started towards the bank.
	Simon's backside hit the bottom and he tried to stand. Several of
the older boys waded in and gave them him a hand.
	"What happened?" Skip asked.
	"We were sitting on the bank when the edge collapsed and Robert
fell in." Simon said shivering violently.
	"How did he knock himself out?" Robert was still unconscious.
	"I had to chin him or he would have drowned us both." Simon said
honestly. Some one tried to take Robert from him. Simon glared fiercely at
them. They were both wrapped up in a blanket and lead back to camp. The
Warden appeared. "Take them straight to my office. It warm in there."
	They went towards the office. On the way Robert started coming
round. Thomas and James met them there carrying towels and bundles of dry
clothes for the two wet and very cold boys.  Whilst they were drying off
their PL arrived with some hot drinks for them. Despite all their warm
clothes and hot drinks both boys were still very cold and couldn't stop
shivering. "Get their sleeping bags and meet us by the minibus." Skip
ordered.
	A few seconds later the boys were carried to the minibus, tucked up
in their sleeping bags and were on their way to hospital. The doctor told
Skip that both boys were suffering from hyperthermia and would need to be
kept in for a while.
	They were eventually put in adjacent beds and tucked up for the
night. Neither boy could sleep. They just lay there staring at the ceiling.
	"Robert. Are you awake?" Simon asked nervously. Robert just turned
on his side and lay with his back to Simon. "Come on mate, we have got to
talk about this."
	Robert just lay there. He had a million and one questions going
round in his head. He was confused about his feelings towards Simon, about
himself. What had happened to their relationship?  Why had he hit him? Why?
Why? On top of every thing else he knew his best friend had risked his own
life to save his. This thought only added to his confusion. All he really
wanted at that moment was a hug! He heard the sheets rustling on Simon's
bed. Then the groan of bed springs. Robert closed his eyes and the tears
started. He was certain Simon had just turned over and was going to sleep.
	Robert felt his sheets and then his bed move. A warm body touched
the back of his and he felt the comforting grip of strong arms as they
wrapped around his chest. "I'm scared." Said a voice in his ear.
	"Me too." He replied as he tried to turn and face Simon. Simon
eased his hold and Robert rolled over. The two boys lay there hugging each
other as they dozed off into the land of dreams.  The two boys were woken
gently at about 7:30. "Come on back to your own bed." She told Simon,
"Before I wake the others."
	"What others?" Robert asked as he lifted his head. Sure enough they
were in a ward with six other beds.
	"The other children. You were put in the children's ward when you
were admitted." The nurse replied. "Now scoot back to your own bed, before
I get into trouble."
	Simon slid out and went back to his bed oblivious to the fact he
was only wearing his boxers. "Thanks." He said gently. Robert just smiled
up at the nurse. A few minutes later the ward was full of the sounds of
movement and children talking.
	"Who are they?" Robert heard a little voice ask one of the nurses.
	"Oh, they were brought in last night. That one," she said pointing
at Simon, "saved the other ones life when he fell into a cold, deep river."
	"A hero." The little voice chirped. "We got a hero in here with
us!" He shouted as he ran around the ward. Simon and Robert smiled at each
other.
	After breakfast, some of the children gathered round Simon's bed
and were asking questions about what had happened. Simon held his hands up
in an attempt to quieten them down. He beckoned Robert over.
	"You ain't got no jarmies on." The little six year old with the
base ball cap said. Robert flushed red as he dived under the covers of
Simon's bed. Amidst howls of laughter.
	With Robert and Simon sat in the same bed and a number of other
children sat on the bed Simon started to tell the story with Robert's help.
By the time they had finished telling their story they had a number of very
quiet and attentive children sat around them. "That's why you hit me.  You
S O D." Robert spelt the last word out.
	"What choices did I have. Knock you out or we both would have
drowned.  "You were lucky that you didn't break his jaw." The doctor said
as he peered over the top of the children sat on the bed.
	"It felt like he had last night." Robert added.
	"It doesn't explain why you are both in the same bed though, does
it?" The doctor asked with an amused expression.
	"I'll answer that one." Robert said. "It is a question of
reassurance as part of the treatment for shock and mutual body heat to aid
recovery from hyper, hyper, what ever it is." Robert said showing off a
bit.
	"Hyperthermia." The doctor said. "That all sounded good, but we
take care of the treatment here. All you have to do is get better. Now back
to your own bed young man." Robert slid out and back to his own bed, amidst
the giggles again. The other children also returned to their beds as the
doctor started his rounds.
	The doctor examined Robert and then Simon. "Both of you are still a
little cold but should be able to go home later today. Now, in here we use
one of these to sort out boys who insist on getting into some one else's
bed." He held up a thermometer. "It's not a normal thermometer is it?"
Both boys shook their heads. "It is a rectal thermometer. Do either of you
know where it goes?"  Robert shook his head. Simon had guessed where it was
used. "It goes in your bottom." Robert blanched at the thought. "So stay in
your own beds or I'll use this one next time. Deal?"
	Both boys answered "Deal."
	"You don't think he would use that thing on us do you?" Robert
asked just a little to loudly.
	"Do you want to find out the hard way?" The doctor answered.
	Robert shut up and tried to hide beneath the covers. Simon just lay
there chuckling.
	Around midmorning, Skip showed up with James and was allowed to
visit. James had had his dressings changed and was walking much better
now. Skip and James spent some time talking with the two boys. "By the way,
the press found out about your heroics. The Warden has done as much as he
can but they want to talk to both of you. How do you feel about it?"
	"Sure why not?" Simon said, "But how does Robert feel?"
	"I'm not too fussed. It's all a bit embarrassing really."
	"Is that a yes or no?" Simon pushed.
	"For you Simon, YES!" He agreed reluctantly.
	"Besides myself, there will also be the local District Commissioner
with you. So you won't be alone."
	"I suppose he also wants to be in the bloody paper." Robert said,
"He's out to steal the limelight from you!"
	"No! He has to ensure that Scouting is not made to look bad. That's
all." Skip said.
	"How can it? It was the skills I learnt in Scouts that enabled me
to save Robert's life." Simon said angrily.
	"Well said."
	"He can also stop either of you talking to the press!"
	"Oh can he. What happens if we decide to talk to them when he's not
here? What could he do then!" Simon was really getting wound up by this
time.
	"Hey. Hey, stop it all three of you!" James interrupted. "This
could make all of you look good. IF you don't bodge it up before you get
started."
	"What do you mean James?"
	"Scout saves Scout's life using skills taught by leader. How's that
for a headline?"
	"I see what you mean." Skip said as Robert and Simon nodded
agreement.
	"Ok. I'll set it up." With that Skip and James had to leave.
	Lunch was brought round and afterwards Simon sat on the chair next
to Robert's bed, wrapped in a blanket and rested his head next to
Robert's. Quietly they talked about the whole incident and a number of
other things as well. The doctor started his afternoon rounds and was happy
that the boys were fit enough to go home. Once they were dressed they
walked around the ward chatting to the other children while they waited for
Skip to arrive.
	As they were about to leave, the little six year old came over and
put his arms around Simon's waist. "You're the first hero I ever met."
Simon blushed slightly. As he bent down to return the young boys hug he
accidentally knocked his base ball cap off. Simon looked in horror and
quickly forced a smile to return as he hugged the young boy. Robert put his
hat back on quickly.  The lad trembled afraid of what might be said. Simon
just hugged him tighter and Robert joined them.
	As they left the ward the nurse said, "Thanks for doing that. It
has really made his day." The nurse pre-empted the next question. "Cancer."
The expressions dropped off of all three faces. They were shocked. All
three smiled and waved to the little boy before the doors swung closed. All
the way back to the site Robert and Simon were both silent and deep in
thought. Thinking mainly about that 6 year old. The sight of him without
his cap on had shaken them both.
	They were followed on to the camp site by another car. The boys
were greeted with cheers and wolf whistles as they got out of the
minibus. A man in Uniform walked over and spoke to Skip.
	"Boys this is the Chap we spoke about in the hospital."
	Both Simon and Robert greeted him in true Scout fashion before the
four of them wandered off to talk about the incident and the news reporter.
About an hour later the reported turned up.  They started off with some
photo's taken at the scene and where they were pulled out of the stream.
Then they all sat down together and answered some questions.
	After tea Simon, Robert, Thomas and James all headed off to find
the Warden. He was round by the camp fire circle. They chatted as they
helped him build the fire. Simon was selected to help with a stunt while
the other three were to sing a song. It was a special song that was
particular to that camp site. The Warden, by tradition, sang the lead with
some selected voices to sing the harmony.
	All five of them retired to the workshop to practise the song.
James picked the harmony up straight away and spent a little time helping
the others. By the time they had finished, it sounded pretty good. Simon
slipped away to prepare for his stunt and all four of them joined their
Troop at the camp fire circle. The stunt Simon was involved with got a few
gasps as he handed out items of clothing including underwear from under a
large blanket. Only to emerge at the end dressed in his shorts.  The song
went really well. The Warden taught everybody the chorus whilst he sang the
verses with his harmonic accompaniment.
	Everyone went to bed happy that night but also a little sad. They
were going home the following morning. Simon and Robert slept wrapped in
each others arms in their double sleeping bag and next to James and Thomas
who had also zipped their sleeping bags together and snuggled closely
together, all four in the same tent. There were no arguments from Simon
that night.
	The next morning was very busy. The remaining kit was packed and
tents were being taken down. Shortly after 11 the four boys found the
Warden and after giving him some money so he could send them a copy of the
local paper when it came out and invited him to inspect their site.  When
all was done they got on the bus and headed for home. It had been a long
and eventful week, what with James, now knows as "Hot Foot" and the "Water
Babies", Simon and Robert, they all looked forward to getting home and some
level of normality.
	Simon and Robert continued as very close friends, almost
brothers. Thomas and James were also now very close and talked a lot to
Simon and Robert about their problems. But that's another story.


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