Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2004 11:20:26 EDT
From: adama1416@aol.com
Subject: Troop 82 chapter 7

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

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



Chapter 7
Hiking the Gap

In early August, Dr. Steve announced that we would be hiking the Misha
Mockwa Trail the weekend before Halloween. As this was one of the
roughest mountain trails east of the Mississippi, we would plan several
shorter hikes to work up to it. The actual hike would be 24 grueling
miles into the Cumberland Mountains at elevations above 24,000 feet. He
warned us that the air would be very thin up there, but the moisture
would be quite heavy. There would still be a possibility of running into
Timber Rattlers and Copperheads, as it would be during what southerners
call "Indian Summer". That's about a two week warm spell, during the
mid-fall, when temperatures of 60 and even 70 degrees are not uncommon.
The snakes, though a bit sluggish, could still be a problem. The trail
would start at Cumberland Mountain State Park, north east of Middlesboro,
KY, and would end at Wheeling, W. VA.

As the date for the hike drew near, we had already had six 15 mile hikes
over the roughest terrain Dr. Steve could find along the lake. Everyone
from the oldest Scouts to the youngest boys we had picked up during round
up in September was eager for the trip. It would be a real life
adventure, the kind most of us had only read about. We would drive to
the park on Friday evening and set up base camp. Begin hiking at sunrise
on Saturday morning and Hike the first 14 miles to a place called the
Hensley Settlement which had served as a weigh station during the days of
Daniel Boone bringing settlers over from the Carolinas and the Virginias.
Now, in those days, a Weigh Station had nothing to do with weighing
vehicles like it does now, or even in the 60's. It was a small
settlement which usually consisted of a tavern, a black smith shop, and
sometimes a few families, who chose to live there (usually because they
didn't have enough money to continue on). If they were lucky, there
might be a trading post for the purchase of dry goods, for the journey
westward. This particular settlement was established by Jeddadiah
Hensley and his family in 1753 and Boone brought most of his groups
through there on the way westward to the Kentucky River. The old
buildings were somewhat dilapidated through neglect, but because they
were part of a State Historical Site, we would not be allowed to enter
any of them. There was a 12 acre field about 100 yards past the
settlement that was set up for hikers to spend the night. It had a well,
with a pump head for getting water for the campers, so it was not totally
primitive. We would then get up at sunrise on Sunday morning and hike
the last 9 miles. There would be 62 Scouts and 15 adults making the
trip. We had gotten two school busses from the county school that would
take us down to Middlesboro, and then
meet us on Sunday at Wheeling. We didn't take tents, Dr. Steve had
gotten Army half shelters from the National Guard and there would be two
boys to a shelter. Each boy would carry his part of the shelter in his
pack.

The weekend of the trip finally arrived and we were eager to get
started. Dr. Steve had made arrangements to get us all released from
school at noon so that we could be on the road by 3:00 that afternoon.
By car it would have been a two and a half hour trip, on school busses,
it was an additional two hours and we had a stop planned at
Barboursville, to eat at a new restaurant called McDonald's that served
"fast food". They had hamburgers for 39 cents each and a milk shake was
only 25 cents. If you added fries, that was another 15 cents. One could
have a full meal for under $1.00. We arrived at the State Park at about
9:00 and Dr. Steve told us to get a shower and pick a place to bed down
for the night. We didn't pitch tents because there was no rain in the
forecast, all we did was put down our poncho's and roll out our sleeping
bags on top of them. Two of the new boys had come into my patrol. I was
now the patrol leader and Danny had moved on to be the senior patrol
leader. Rick G. who was 11 and Ben who was 12 had both joined my patrol
making our number at 10. we were the biggest of the 8 patrols in the
Troop. Dr. Steve had pur the two extra boys in my patrol so that they
would get a "better start" on their development as Scouts.

It had been decided that the adults would all camp together, and the boys
would all camp by patrols so as to avoid confusion when we started out in
the morning. We had a brief patrol leaders meeting and Dr. Steve gave us
our last minute instructions. After the meeting, he took me aside and
said that I needed to make sure that Rick G. and Ben slept close to me so
that they would be less apt to get scared if they woke up during the
night. I assured him that I understood. I said aloud, "You mean, since
this is their first camping trip ever, I should show them the ropes?" he
answered with a smile.

Upon returning to the camp area, Rick was sitting by the edge of the area
with Ben. I checked on the other boys in my patrol and then walked over
to Rick and Ben and told them to come with me. We found an area that was
close to the fire, but not too close, and I spread out my poncho. I put
my sleeping bag down, leaving enough room for them to put theirs on
either side of it. I told them that if they needed anything during the
night that they should wake me and I would help them as best I could. We
settled in and Rick followed my lead in undressing to the skin, but Ben
decided that he wanted to keep his briefs on in case he needed to get up
in the night for the bathroom. I said "suit yourself, but we're all guys
here and there are no other campers anywhere in the park," after a few
minutes, I felt the movement as Ben wiggled out of his underwear inside
his sleeping bag. We lay there and talked quietly about the hike and how
cool it would be to walk through the clouds. I felt Rick and Ben snuggle
closer to me as an old owl hooted in a tree behind our area. As Ben
snuggled closer the zipper on his sleeping bag turned so that it was
along the zipper on mine and it appeared to be about half way down the
length of the bag. As I had not pulled my zipper up yet, it too was
about half open. I told them both that we needed to get some sleep so
that we would be fresh for the next morning. Rick sleepily put his left
arm over my chest and patted it. I reached my left arm over and brushed
the top of his head with my hand and he instinctively raised his head and
lay it on my left arm, snuggling closer till his face was just inches
from mine. Ben had his back to me and I lay my right arm on his shoulder
as they both drifted off to sleep. It wasn't even 10:00 yet, so I lay
there contemplating the events about to unfold over the next two days.

As I lay there, Rick had adjusted his position so that he had my left arm
trapped in between his two arms. My hand was resting on his lower
belly. He shifted again and my hand made contact with his hard 4 inch
cock. Meanwhile, Ben kept scooting back towards me so that his bare
bottom was now partly inside my sleeping bag resting against my bare
right hip. I turned my body slightly to the right and he scooted again,
trapping my hard, nearly 7 inch cock in between his small round butt
cheeks. He had my right arm pulled down over his shoulder and my hand
was rested firmly on his little cock and balls. The heat of these two
boys was almost too much to bear, but I didn't want to pull my arms free
for fear of waking them. I decided to simply wrap my fingers around the
two hot little cocks and try to get some sleep myself. As I grasped
them, both boys moved as close to me as they could. I slept most of the
night holding them both and they snuggled close enough that I would have
been warm had it snowed on us during the night.

I woke with the sun and raised up allowing myself to inhale the clear
mountain air. Ben had shifted in his sleep to where he was now
completely inside my sleeping bag with me. Rick had, at, some point
snuggled down into his bag enough that his face was against my ass. I
really hated to move them, but it was time for us to get up and get ready
for the day. I gently woke my two sleeping rogues and told them to get
dressed.

Dr. Steve had already put the big kettle on the fire to heat water and
had made several small pans of oatmeal for us to eat for breakfast. Upon
my arrival to the adults area, Dr. Steve said "I see that you took very
good care of your new boys last night." I said "I did my best," he just
smiled. We all got our cups rinsed clean and our ponchos and sleeping
bags secured on our packs, and by 6:30 we were headed up the Mountain on
the first leg of our trip. Dr. Steve had placed an adult with each
patrol, with two at the front, two at the middle, and the rest at the
rear to keep any stragglers from loosing the trail. Each patrol leader,
and each adult had a map of the trail as well. As we hiked the first
five miles, it seemed that we were going straight up. I noticed that the
air was getting much thinner, making it seem more tiring as we moved
along the trail. I was beginning to wonder if it would ever level off
when we topped the rise. I was awe struck. I looked out over the valley
and it looked like we could see forever. We could see wisps of clouds
below us hanging over the valley below. There was an elevation marker
about 20 feet from us which said 22,000 ft above sea level. We were
actually a little over 6,000 feet above the valley floor below us. The
other boys were oohing and ahhhing at the sight below. I told the boys
in my patrol that we only had two miles to go before lunch, and just ten
till we would reach the settlement. They started to hurry onward and I
cautioned that we should pace ourselves. With the thinner air, we could
easily develop hypoxia and pass out if we tried to rush it. We settled
into a nice steady pace which seemed comfortable for the youngest and
oldest in our group. As we covered the next two miles we did walk
through clouds, several times. After passing through a cloud bank, our
hair would be wet enough to plaster to our foreheads, then quickly dry
out as we walked along through a sunny area.

We arrived at the Cumberland Gap at just before noon. This was to be our
lunch break. I had two Slim Jims for lunch and some water from my
canteen. I then got a Hershey bar from my pack and had it for desert, as
well as a burst of energy for the next 8 mile section of the trek. After
we checked everyone's feet for blisters and hips for friction spots, we
set off again.

We were averaging about a half mile per 20 minutes, which was good,
considering that on flat land a hiker averages a mile per half hour. I
figured that we would be at the settlement in about four and a half
hours, allowing for breaks every 45 minutes. We would get there around
4:30. We got to Martin's Fork at about the same time as the pack train
did. The pack train was a group of six mules, led by two Rangers, which
was carrying the stuff for us to cook our evening meal. They had pots
and pans, and food items in canvas bags tied to the mules. We were
moving a little faster than they were so we passed them and headed the
last mile into the settlement.

Looking at the old buildings of the settlement, it was hard to imagine
anyone ever living in them. There were great gaping holes between the
rows of logs. The Rangers told us later that that was caused by years of
weather shrinking the logs. They also told us that each of the shingles
that covered the roof of each building was actually shaved from the sides
of the logs which were hewn, more or less, square. I had always thought
that log buildings were just round logs laid on top of each other. They
told us that it often took three men five months just to build a single
cabin, working from sunup to sundown. We all ate our fill of roasted
corn on the cob, Dutch oven bread, and back country stew, with Dutch oven
cobbler for desert. The Rangers then taught us some games that the
pioneers would have played in the evening hours, which included knife and
hatchet throwing, Indian leg wrestling, and horseshoes.

We were all getting pretty tired so we broke out our half shelters and
began setting them up. Each patrol built a trapper's fire and set the
half shelters so that the heat from the fire would reflect into them to
keep us warm in the moister air of the mountain. Our plans for two boys
to a shelter sort of went to the wayside and we had three and sometimes
four boys to a half shelter, with the foot ends of their sleeping bags
pointed toward the fires.

I ended up with Rick and Ben in my group again. However, instead of
sleeping in individual sleeping bags, we opened out one bag, then took
the other two bags and sipped them together to make one large one and put
that on top of the other bag. I put my poncho under the whole thing and
we put the other two poncho's over the top to keep out the dew. Rick,
Ben and I settled in for the night. Several of the other groups of boys
did the same as we did. Dr. Steve said that we would generate more
warmth that way in case the temperature dropped during the night. Just
to be sure that we slept naked so that we would generate more body heat.

We were snuggled together so closely that you would have had trouble
putting a knife blade between either of us. I woke up at around 12:30
with Rick's hard on pushed into my hip and Ben once again trapping my
hard on between his buns. I had to pee so I carefully pulled myself free
from the two boys and headed for the woods behind us. After I finished
and headed back, I noticed that it was indeed very chilly on my naked
skin. Unfortunately, my skin had gotten cold enough in the short time,
that when I climbed back into place in the sleeping bags, it woke both of
my sleeping companions. Rick whispered "you're cold, Ben and I can warm
you up real quick!" Without saying a word, the two of them began moving
down over my body in the sleeping bag. Ben began licking at my right
nipple while Rick worked on the left. They sucked and nipped at them
till I thought I would scream with excitement, then they slowly kissed
and nibbled their way down my abdomen till they reached my belly button.
They took turns licking at my button till I began to squirm and wiggle.
They began inching their way further down till they had my hard, young
cock trapped between their lips where they skillfully worked over every
inch of my throbbing member. They each took a ball into their mouths and
rolled them gently and let their lips linger against each other when they
met. They inched their way back to the top of my cock and then took
turns swallowing it as they each in turn worked their way to the hair.

Ben told me to turn onto my side so that I was facing Rick. He then
stuck his tongue into my crack, and licked from the top to the bottom and
back up till he found my hole. He pushed his face further into the crack
and pushed his tongue into my hole. I shivered when I felt his tongue
enter the ring and then probe deeper into me. Rick wasn't laying idle
either, he was sucking my hard-on deeply into his hot moist mouth,
fucking his mouth with it all the way. I could feel the head of my cock
enter his throat and rub against his tonsils. Ben worked my ass hole
till I thought I was going to pass out from the exquisite sensations.
Suddenly he pulled his face out of my ass and turned me toward him,
plopping my hard-on out of Rick's warm mouth.

Ben then spat into his hand several times and reached down and worked the
spit into his little ass hole as he rolled over onto h is side. He spat
into his hand again and reached back behind himself and worked the
spittle generously over my hard cock and then backed himself onto my hard
throbbing cock. As soon as the head entered his tight ring, I felt him
bear down and push back hard onto my cock, sinking it all the way in to
my ball sac. I then felt Rick move forward and position his five inch
boner against my hole. Ben had gotten my hole wet enough with his spit
that Rick slid in easily. We lay there for a few seconds and then
started moving slowly. Ben was so tight and that, combined with all of
their previous ministrations, told me that I would soon be popping my
load. Rick fucked into me clumsily until he got into the rhythm of
things and began to move into me as I pulled out of Ben. I felt Rick
stiffen his body and knew that he was having an orgasm, and that
sensation sent me over the edge as I shot my hot cum into Ben's tight
young hole. After the sensations subsided, we all lay on our backs as
Ben moved downward in the sleeping bag, and began to lick and clean mine
and Rick's rapidly softening cocks. I turned to Rick as Ben was
finishing licking his dick clean and asked "Rick, did you cum?" he
answered "I don't have real cum yet, but my big brother said that I will
soon!" I said, "Yeah, you sure will, and I want to be there when you
do!" We all held each other tightly as we went back to sleep.

We woke early the next morning and finished the hike. As we rode home on
the school bus, Ben and Rick shared the seat with me. Rick slept with
his head on my shoulder and Ben slept curled up on the seat with his head
on my lap. I smiled as I thought about the events of the previous night
and felt my cock stir a little as Ben nuzzled his nose into my crotch.