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The requirements to become and Eagle Scout aren't terribly difficult but require dedication and perseverance to accomplish them. Probably the most difficult requirement, and the one that stops the most boys from attaining Eagle is the service requirement.
Last Monday we had elections and I was elected to the position of Assistant Senior Patrol Leader. That really got me thinking about what I was going to do for my service project. When Mom and I had our sit-down talk about making love vs having sex, when we walked back to La Casa, instead of following the road, we took the nature trail. That lame excuse for a nature trail was the perfect opportunity for an improvement project.
The requirement reads: `While a Life Scout, plan, develop, and give leadership to others in a service project helpful to any religious institution, any school, or your community.' It must be approved on several levels before it starts.
The place to start is with my Scoutmaster, and tonight is my troop meeting.
At the meeting as asked to speak with him after the meeting about my project. "Great, glad you're thinking about it."
When Mom and Logan came to pick me up, I told them they could come in because I was meeting with Mr. Marconi. When he finished up with all his other business we sat down to talk. I told him my concept for the project and he started asking questions.
"Who benefits from the project?"
"The members of The Camp community will benefit the most which includes over 750 members, additionally many visitors will be able to enjoy it as well."
"Why are you choosing this community for your project, Noah?"
"Because it's one of my communities too. I own a trailer in The Camp and we're out there every other weekend."
He looked over at Mom, "You own it, or your mom?"
"When I rescued Amanda, her father gave me the trailer as a reward. So I actually own the trailer."
"Oh, I see."
"What kind of work is going to be required?"
"The trail is badly overgrown and roots crossing the trail are hazards to the majority population of the community which are people over the age of 60. So the overgrown brush will need to be cut back, and the exposed roots removed. I propose that signs be added along the trail identifying the shrubs, trees, flowers, and other plants. I'd also like to add benches along the trail as rest stops or in scenic locations."
"What are going to be your expenses?"
"Food, to feed the helpers, I'm hoping some parents will help with transportation, the signs, and posts and hardware to hold the signs, and concrete, wood, stain, and hardware for the benches. I'm also hoping The Camp and parents will be able to help with tools. I'm also going to request the camp wave overnight fees, so the Scouts can camp there on Saturday nights.
"What are your obstacles?"
"Well, the big one is the location. The Camp is a community of Naturist, and clothing is optional there. In reality, you never see anyone wearing clothing unless they have a sun burn. So I plan to very selectively recruit volunteers. I'm going to request The Camp relax their requirement of no swim suits in the pool area to allow the Scouts to swim after working.
"Who are going to be your volunteers?"
"I hope to be able to get 6 to 8 youth members of the troop, and some of Alex's troop as well. He has mentioned some of his friends have visited The Camp. And there are some teenagers who regularly visit, I'm going to ask them to help us."
"How are you going to raise the money you need?"
"Not sure, sir. I wanted to get the concept plan approved first."
"How long is the project going to last?"
"Depending on how many volunteers I get, I'm hoping a maximum of two weekends, most actual work happening on the two Saturdays."
"How are your merit badges coming?"
"I have 3 left."
"What's your goal?"
"Well, that depends on how long it takes to get my project approved. I'd like to be finished up before school starts up this fall.
"That's a tight goal, school starts in 7 weeks."
"When can I get approval?"
"Next meeting of the district advancement committee where approvals are given for projects is August 2nd, next Thursday. The next one after that will be September 5th. And before that, you need the camp's approval, and the troop committee's approval and you need to use this guide, the Eagle Scout Service Project Workbook. I also have for you a good example of a previous write-up for one of our Eagle Scouts a couple years ago. I can help you with the troop committee approval if you can get ready for the 2nd. We can call a special meeting as late as the 1st if we have to."
"Thank you Mr. Marconi, I'm going to try very hard to be ready."
"I know you'll be ready, Noah, I know your will."
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That night I read through everything he gave me and I downloaded the basic forms off the provided web site and started filling them out.
Talking with mom later, I told her I was going to contact Wayland tomorrow.
"Do you need to go out to see him? We can take a trip out there if you need to."
"Thanks Mom, I'm going to call him tomorrow morning. I'll see what he thinks.
"If you want, I can take you out there, drop you off and pick you up the next day after work. You have a place to stay."
"Oh, that's cool, I never thought of that. I'd take Logan too?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess you'd have to, unless he wants to stay over at Jamie's the whole day. Whichever he wants I guess.
That night I was imagining myself out at The Camp and being invited to stay with Amanda in her room for the night. A very pleasant thought to go to sleep by.
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"Good morning Mr. Ellison, this is Noah Barnes." I said into my new phone at 8:01 Tuesday morning. I proceeded to tell Wayland about the Eagle Scout Rank and the service project requirement and my idea for the Nature trail. We quickly agreed that this was way too much to go over on the phone and we needed to get together so he could show me things he had been planning for a long time. I told him my mom was willing to bring me out this evening and pick me up Wednesday evening after work.
"That will be perfect. We'll have time to go to the warehouse and I'll show you what I have."
"I may be bring Logan as well, unless he goes to a friend's either way we can stay at La Casa, and that we'd bring our own food."
"Nonsense. You'll stay with Matilda and I and Amanda, and you'll eat with us too."
"Thanks Wayland, see you tonight."
Logan had been half listening to our conversation. "What's going on tonight?"
"Mom's taking me to The Camp to meet with Wayland about my Eagle Scout service project after work tonight. Then she'll pick me up tomorrow after work. Do you want to go with me, or would you like to see if you could go to Jamie's house tomorrow when Mom leaves in the morning. You can come home when Momma get home from work."
"What's there to do if I go with you?"
"Not much. I don't know how many people will be there mid-week. Wayland and I are going to talk about my project and we're going to the warehouse to look at related stuff."
"So my choices are, go with you and be bored silly or go to Jamie's and have fun with him?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"I'll call Jamie. He walked off pulling his new phone out of his pocket."
It was a good time to get my morning laps in and I told Logan I was going swimming while he was on the phone with Jamie.
"Jamie wants to know if he can come over to swim too?" Logan asked.
"Sure, no problem. Tell him to come on down."
He was at the front door in less than three minutes and came running through the gate with Logan before I had even gotten in the water. He had only worn a swim suit, or maybe they were shorts. But he left those on the living room floor. And he'd even brought his own towel.
Today was 35 minutes of kicking. While I was swimming, Logan asked if he could spend the morning and afternoon at Jamie's house the next day.
A very enthusiastic "SURE!" was the reply.
When I got out of the pool I texted mom about my plans to visit Wayland and spend the night. `You're taking me to The Camp after work.' `Logan's going to Jamie's house.' `You drop him on your way to work.' I got back the thumbs up emoji.
I went to the garage looking for a special place that would be free of anything that might damage paper, mice, termites, those bugs that eat paper, anything that could turn cash into worthless junk. I found just the right place. We had a plastic drawer storage bin for small parts like nuts bolts and washers, screws, nails, sprinkler heads, wall anchors, drills, peg board hooks, etc. The drawers were wide enough to hold stacks of bills and be totally covered by the contents of the drawer. I also realized that I could finance my entire Eagle Project if I needed to.
I brought the cash out to the garage and dumped out the ¼" nuts in one of the drawers, I put in a stack of 50 bills, and replaced the nuts. From the front you couldn't see any paper. You could even open the drawer and take a nut out and not realize there was cash in the bottom of the drawer. I repeated that process for 3 more stacks of 50s, 7 stacks of 100s, and 5 stacks of 20s all $50,000 was hidden. I promised myself I would decide what to do with the cash by Monday that gives me 6 days to decide.
I did some research on-line about safe deposit boxes. I found it confusing with all the information about contracts with a minor being unenforceable; having to have a parent as a co-owner; co-tenants; deputies; co-lessors; needing a will if you have one. One web site even said you should never store cash in one. `Found cash' is starting to look like a safer option.
When Momma got home I knew Mom was going to be home in an hour, so I went next door to do my afternoon swimming exercise. Logan and Jamie were still there, currently playing the water basketball game. What surprised me was that Sierra was playing too. She had gone straight to Grandma and Grandpa's house instead of coming to see Logan first. I like Sierra, she's cute. She's acts as much like a boy as Logan or Jamie, only she doesn't have a penis. I guess it's having those 7 male cousins as role models.
In a small duffel-like bag I packed a towel, my phone and charger, jeans and long sleeve shirt as if we were going BMX bike riding, my set of keys to La Casa, the new label Mom had made for the Lawn Chairs compartment, my Project Workbook and the sample, a note book, a pen that worked, and my toothbrush and paste. I would use my phone to take pictures. The final project report likes lots of pictures.
Mom arrived and I went out and sat in the front seat. She looked over at me and said, "Are you forgetting something?"
"No, I don't think so."
"How about your clothes?"
"No I have them in here," holding up my bag. But she just kept looking at me. Then I realized what clothes she was talking about. She was right, I had been so focused on getting ready and the project, I hadn't dressed before getting in the car. I was completely naked.
"Be right back," I said. I checked the street for people and I ran into the house. I dressed quickly, even putting on underwear.
We arrived at The Camp after stopping along the way for a quick dinner. As usual I took my clothes off as soon as we turned off the paved road. This time I stuffed them in my bag unsure of what I may need in the next 24 hours. The number of hours was something else I was told to log, how many hours actually went into the project. Not just doing the work, but planning the work. I even had to count Mom's hours getting me here and back home, and the use of her car, and Wayland's hours as we discussed the project. All 24 of these would count for me even though some of them I would be asleep, I was away from home on a trip, planning the project.
Amanda met me in the parking lot and we kissed. Mom waited patiently then said, "Do I get one of those too?" and I went to her window and kissed her too. Mom didn't even go in. She just waved to Matilda in the doorway and turned around leaving me behind. I felt a slight twinge of being alone but Amanda took care of that pulling me to the house.
I was immediately invited to have dinner with them, but I declined having just eaten on the way. Wayland said, "Fine, then you can tell us all about your project while we eat and you won't have to talk with your mouth full.
They sat at a modest dining table, said grace then passed the food. It was obvious that running this camp wasn't making them wealthy.
So we sat there. While they ate, I relayed everything I could remember I told my Scoutmaster. Then the questions started.
"When were you thinking of doing the actual work?"
"If I can get final approval on August 2nd, we'd work the weekends we have La Casa reserved, so the first weekend would be August 4-5 and August 17-19, and if need be September 7-9 of labor day weekend."
"Why just on weekends? Why not during the week?"
"Well, I hadn't thought about doing it mid-week. I was just thinking like our campouts are always on weekends and many of the dads go along. I guess that's not important for this project. The adults aren't supposed to help out, only be there as safety supervisors. We'd just need a few parents along since it's a troop outing.
"That's going to make me rethink the whole time-line of the project. I was thinking I could use the time between work weekends to arrange thing for the following week." I pulled out my calendar. I could push it back to like August 12th and have the whole week including the weekend of the 17-18. I could even have guys come up for a few days and have others come up to relieve them."
"How are you planning to feed your workers?"
"We'd bring along our own food, I was thinking we could use the kitchen in La Casa, and eat at the table inside and the new one mom bought for the porch the other day."
"Which, by the way, will be here tomorrow morning.
"But, you will absolutely not be preparing your own food. The Camp, as the recipient of this project will provide all meals out of the diner. Mid-week, we normally aren't open, so we won't have the menu available, but we will provide meals for your entire crew.
"Oh wow, thank you very much, that's a huge help."
"It's the least we can do."
"Well, there might be a couple other things you might be able to do for the workers."
"What's that?"
"Well I'm not sure all of them a going to be willing to forgo clothing, in fact we'll all be working in clothes for protection. But at the pool, I was wondering if the no suit rule could be relaxed for scouts who aren't comfortable going naked?"
"I think that's reasonable, but I'd appreciate it if you would at least try to get them to comply, but don't force it on them. Don't make anyone feel uncomfortable."
"I will try. I'm going to be selective as to whom I ask to come up. I was also thinking of asking Alex's troop if they could help too, but with as hot as it probably will be during August we may need access to the pool several times a day just to cool off. And the other thing is the daily fees?"
"Say no more. No one providing work or supervision for this project will be charged for anything. I've been trying to get this nature trail completed for over 10 years. Now suddenly it may be done in a month! This is amazing!"
We were still sitting at the table three hours later, dinner had finished, the dishes removed, dessert served and still we worked on details of the project. Finally about 9, we stopped for the evening. Last thing I showed him was the sample organization benefit statement that I would need for my district approval meeting. He asked for a couple days to write it and would email me the completed form.
When we got up from the table Amanda took me outside. "Let's go for a walk." The evening was pleasant and much cooler than it was when I arrived. The pool was closed and only a few people were in the rec center. The only kids were a brother and sister whom I had met the weekend of the dinner. We stopped to look at the puzzle they were working on. "Wanna walk out to trailer point?" Amanda asked
"I need to, I brought another label for one of the cabinets, but it's in my bag in the house."
"We can get it and walk out."
We stopped at the house and I found the label and grabbed my keys and phone just in case. About half the moon was shining tonight and it was a pleasant walk, but any walk with Amanda, would have been pleasant. As we approached the trailer I could see that something wrong, the reflection on the trailer door didn't match the rest of the trailer. I walked directly to the door. It was open.
We went inside and directly to the large bedroom. The bottom drawer was open, the false bottom was up, and my note was gone.
"Someone broke in?!" Amanda exclaimed.
"Yeah, we figured someone would, just not this soon. I would have loved to have seen Mr. Bowers' face when he read my note."
I replaced the false bottom and checked the lock. It still worked, whoever broke in used enough force to bend the locking tab. I had more in the junk drawer and with a screwdriver, I fixed the lock in a couple minutes. I closed the drawer and locked it again. I looked around for other signs someone had been inside, but found none. I even checked the holes we'd puttied over, but nothing was wrong.
I checked the compartment outside which had housed the equipment. But it was as empty as we left it. We hadn't even locked it since it was empty.
I put the label on the compartment where the lawn chairs were kept. As I closed the front door, I looked for damage but didn't see any. I don't think it wasn't forced open, but simply unlocked, obviously, Mr. Bowers would still have a key. I took several close ups of the lock, maybe the guy at Ace hardware could help me change the lock. But then I doubt that Mr. Bowers will be back.
Amanda and I walked back to the house. It was already after 10 by the time we got there. The back door was open and the kitchen light was on. My bag had been moved from the living room to the kitchen table. The rest of the house was dark. We locked the door and turn off the light, I grabbed my bag and we made our way up the stairs in the dark.
We closed Amanda's door and quietly got ready for bed. I found an outlet and started my phone charging. We made love, quietly in the dark. She got up and went to the bathroom, and came back wearing panties with a pad. "Oh, still menstruating?"
"Yeah, should be my last night for another month."
We were awakened at exactly 7 AM by Matilda telling us breakfast was ready. First thing Amanda did was to check her pad. Finding no spots, she rejoiced and didn't put in a tampon. I wondered to myself how common it is for boys my age know about menstrual cycles.
We went down for breakfast after brushing our teeth. Matilda is like Momma, she cooks up a big breakfast, sausage and bacon, pancakes and French toast and eggs.
"Wayland says for you to join him in the warehouse after breakfast. Fully dress, then follow the road that goes down inside the fence. When you arrive, call him on this. She handed me a Walkie Talkie. You can clip it to your belt."
Amanda went back upstairs with me and watched me get dressed. "Aren't you coming too?"
"I don't go in the warehouse, so no, I'm not going with you. I'll meet you back here for lunch."
"Is the pool open today? I'm supposed to be swimming for my physical therapy."
"It's open from 10 to Noon, then 2 to 5, then 7 to 9."
"I'd like to get 35 minutes in the pool this morning if I can."
"Well look for me here or in the rec center otherwise go without me. I'll meet you here at lunch."
I took my notebook and phone and walked the road beside the fence. I came to a huge building 30 feet high 40 feet wide and 100 feet long. I pressed talk and said "Noah to Wayland, come in please."
"Where are you?" Wayland squawked back.
"I'm standing in front of a big building."
"Ok, come in the open door and walk almost all the way to the other end. I'll be able to hear you without the Walkie Talkie. I took a picture of the outside and entered through the roll-up door
This building was a nightmare from the worst scary horror movies you could imagine. There was stuff hanging in the rafters 20 feet above me, it was dark and stuff was piled high along the walls tapering down to a path down the center of the building about 8 feet wide. How anyone could ever find anything in here is a wonder. I took more pictures of the disaster area.
Nearing the far end I call out, "Wayland?"
"Good morning Noah," came a voice from maybe 10 feet up and to my right.
I saw some movement, at first I feared it was an animal, but it turned out to be Wayland with a flashlight.
"Remember I told you the nature trail started over 10 years ago, well this area is about the right time frame. Climb up here and help me with this flashlight. I carefully pick my way among the boxes surprisingly finding fairly solid footing. I managed a couple more pictures while climbing.
He handed me the light and showed where he wanted it pointed. "What are we looking for?"
"Well one box, or maybe it was two, whatever, are full of metal plates about 5 inches square. They're small but heavy. You know them when you see them. Next is a bundle of fence posts. And brackets, a couple boxes of brackets
"The round fence posts, like the fence out front?"
"No these are solid metal about 4 feet tall, the cross section would look like a `T'.
"Oh, like you see along the highway?"
"Yeah."
"I think I stepped on those coming up here."
"Where?"
"Over this way," and I shined the light in the general direction.
"Can you get back over there and find them again? Everything we're looking for should all be together."
I back tracked this time holding a flashlight which made climbing down that much harder. I stepped on something hard that sounded like metal. "Here's where I think they are."
"Can you pull one out?"
I reached down knowing a rat was about to eat my hand. "I can feel them, but they won't move."
Are they `T' shaped?
"Yeah, I can see them, they look like fence posts."
"Ok, I'll be right there. He worked his way towards me carefully picking his way through the debris field. "Where?" he said when he was near.
I shined the light down between my feet.
"That's them! Were close! Don't move."
I had no desire to go anywhere except out of this building. But I did take a picture of my discovery.
Wayland finally reached me then moved past me and a little lower. "What in these boxes?
I had no idea, so I shined the light on the boxes he indicated. He tore open the crumbling cardboard from the top on one. "More metal, looks like brackets." That's it. We found them. Let me move lower, then you come to where I'm standing.
Down is good, off this pile would be better.
"Can you hand me that box?"
I set the light down and picked up the crumbling box. I turned and handed the box to Wayland. He took a couple steps down to the aisle and set the box down and climbed back up to where he had been. "Ok, what's in the box next to it.?"
I opened it and turned the light on it. "Metal plates."
"Give it here."
I picked it up and it was surprisingly light, and handed it down to him. I looked back, "There's several more boxes like that one."
"Keep `em coming."
So, over and over we repeated the process of me handing boxes down and him moving them to the aisle. We finally cleared off the fence post of all the boxes sitting on top of them. "I can move the post now."
"Let me see one." I held it up for him to see. "That's it, start handing them down."
I hand him one and he'd toss it to the aisle below. We repeated that forty times maybe. There was now a pile in the aisle way. "See any more boxes?" Really? That's like asking a blind guy if he sees any more dark. "I mean like the other ones." I looked around with the light and said no. "Ok, come on down" I worked my way toward him and he reached up so I could grab his hand. We went down the last few feet that way helping each other.
Safely in the aisle he pulled one of the plates out of one of several (not one or two) boxes. It was engraved Limber Pine and below that (Pinus flexilis). He already had the plaques identifying the plants.
"I'll be right back."
Wayland disappeared for a minute and came back with one of those low flat carts like they have a home depot, in fact his was orange, the same color as Home Depot's. We loaded all the boxes then the 40 or so steel posts. We stacked everything just inside the open door, staged for the work party.
"Ok, bench seats, right?"
"Yeah."
"Several years ago, I bought up a bunch, and I mean like 25 or 30 bench frames from a vendor installing them in a park thinking I could use them around here. I never got around to putting them in. Each bench is made up of two frames with 2 x 8s between them. There's no 2 x 8s, but we should be able to find the frames. They're concrete, and look like chairs, really narrow chairs, maybe 5" wide. They're heavy, so will be on the floor. They may have stuff piled on top of them though.
Oh great, we get to dig through boxes of rats, spiders, probably a few opossums and raccoons and who knows what other wild animals. Wish I'd brought gloves, I thought to myself.
"Hey, you might want some gloves for this." He pointed at a work bench, "Over there."
When I came back from acquiring hand protection, Wayland further explained. The frames will be lying on their sides, stacked in columns of maybe 8 or 10 high. These should be easy to find.
Easy to find? Are you kidding me?
"Where should we look?"
"Well, let me think. 15 or so years ago, the truck had to back in for the unloading. "Over there." He pointed.
From 30 feet away, there was a shape that looked uniform, it was about 4 feet high, and 20 feet long. There was stuff piled on top of it and in front of it. We dove into the stack and found a tarp over whatever was there. "I remember putting a tarp over them, wanted to keep `em clean." At the end of the stack I was able to pull back the tarp, revealing concrete chair-like forms, with two poles sticking out the bottom about 1 ½ feet.
"What are the poles for?"
That's what keeps them upright. To install one, you dig two holes with a post-hole digger, fill them with concrete, and set the form on the ground with the poles in the concrete.
We moved boxes so the stack of forms closest to the door could be accessed with Home Depot's cart. The bench forms were extremely heavy and between the two of us we struggled to move them to the cart. Julio, the groundskeeper/maintenance man arrived in the middle of our struggle and the three of us were able to move the forms on to the cart. "How many do we need?" I asked.
"I would put one every quarter mile along the path, maybe two where it overlooks the valley at the ½ way point. That 4 so let's take 5 sets just in case.
We rolled the cart next to the pile of other stuff. Wayland suggested, "Why don't we just leave the benches on the cart. It's just for a few weeks." I wasn't going to argue.
It's almost time to get cleaned up for lunch, there's one more thing to show you. We went over to a pile of tools next to the work bench. You can leave your gloves on the bench, you won't need them anymore, I promise.
The tool pile had every imaginable tool we could ever want with multiples of most of them. "I got these at a Forrest Service yard sale. Some have hardly been used." We had all the manual digging tools we would need. We exited the cavernous building and Wayland tossed me the key to the golf cart sitting out front. "You're driving. 5 mile and hour limit. Stop at the rec center first. We might find Amanda. He pulled out his 2-way radio. "Grandpa to Amanda, we're on our way to rec center to pick you up."
"I'm there. See you soon."
As Amanda climbed on board, Wayland ordered, "To the pool James." I drove on at a blistering 5 MPH.
Amanda leaned forward to give me kiss on the cheek, I think, but she pulled away and sat back with a "Pew, you stink and you're dirty."
Give me your phone. I dug it out of my pocket and handed it to him. "Anything else in your pockets?"
"No."
He put my phone in a box on the floor. "When we get to the showers, just walk in, clothes and all. Bring your wet stuff out to the grass and lay it out. It'll mostly be dry before lunch."
We all went in the boy's shower, the brother/sister pair were the only other ones in the pool. I kicked off my shoes as Amanda pushed me under a shower head and turned it on. "I don't even want to see you till you're clothes are rinsed and you're naked.
I let the shower soak my filthy clothes and rivers of dirty water ran down from my clothes. The colors of my shirt reappeared as the filth rinsed away. I pulled it off turning it inside out as it peeled off me. My jeans were just as dirty and more dirt circled the drain. Getting wet jeans off is not easy, they ended up one leg inside out, one leg normal. My white socks weren't white, dirt from my shirt and pants ended up at least passing through my socks. The only piece of clothing that had its original color was my underwear, which was protected by my jeans. I left the pile of clothes on the floor of the shower and went to the next door.
"I'm naked," I said as I entered Amanda's stall. She welcomed me with a kiss.
"Better, but you still haven't washed." She attacked me with a handful of shampoo. More dirt ran down my body as my hair shed the filth of the warehouse. The bar of soap was next and she rubbed it all over, she paid particular attention to my pubic area, gently scrubbing my balls and stroking my enlarging penis with her soapy hand. I positioned us so my soaped up glans was pressing against her vulva. She raised her leg to the seat and my penis slipped in her vagina. The unmistakable sound of flesh slapping flesh started up.
"I'll be out in the pool when you two are done playing around Wayland said as he left us alone in the shower room. As Wayland left the brother/sister pair came in and took Wayland's stall next to us. They could hear everything going on in our stall and I was getting closer to orgasm and increased my speed and the slapping got louder.
Then more sounds of flesh on flesh came from the next stall as the brother and sister joined us in love making or maybe they were just having sex. The added sounds encouraged our hormones and brought on wonderful orgasms for both of us.
As we left the shower room the 13 year old was still slapping up against his 13 year old step sister.
We spread our clothes on the grass. Wayland, Amanda, and I were the only non-lifeguards within the enclosure. Alex was here protecting us. After a few minutes I called up to him, "Alex, it's just us. I need to talk to you about my Eagle Scout service project. Come on in."
"I was wondering what you were doing up here mid-week. I'll meet you in the shallow end." I swam to meet him as he jumped in. The whole time we talked, he still kept an eye on Amanda and Wayland swimming. I told him all about my project and wondered if any scouts from his troop would be interested to help. He liked my project and was sure there would be and he'd mention it at the next meeting. He told me most scouts in his troop knew about the camp. I told him all of my troop will know after my project. I just hope I can get some to come up to work.
I stretched out on the kick-board and started my 35 minutes of kicking laps around the pool. I finished up just as Alex was ready to close the pool for lunch.
The pool was a change from the hot, sweaty, dark, dirty warehouse we'd been in all morning. We got out refreshed and ready to go some more. But first, lunch up at the house with Chef Matilda. We picked up our clothes which had mostly dried, and rode up to the house, Alex came along with us.
"Wow Matilda, lunch was great!" I complemented her with a fresh chocolate chip cookie in my hand.
"You mean all of lunch or just the cookies?" She jokingly replied.
"All of lunch, especially the cookies."
Wayland and I went to walk the nature trail. We looked at things along the way. Like widening the trail in many places, or in some places just cleaning up the edges. Like the tree roots that was exposed making a tripping hazard for some walkers. And rocks that were sticking out, another tripping hazard. He had a paper map of the trail, and we identified the locations for the benches at the 3 locations. Additional clearing would be necessary around those areas. He remembered some of the names of the trees and shrubs along the path, he mentioned another member who helped identify all the plaques that had been made. I asked if he was still around.
"Oh, yeah. He's still around, you may have met him. He was here for your dinner. He's a retired Naturalists. He's used to the joke about being a Naturist and a Naturalists. I can give you his number. I know he'd come out and help you with the identifications of the trees, shrubs, and flowers."
"That would be great I don't want to call a Limber pine a Ponderosa Pine, not that I would mistake one for the other. I'm allowed to use adults on a limited basis for things like this."
We were up near La Casa when we got a call on the Walkie that the hardware store was here to deliver the table and chairs. Wayland told Matilda to send them in. We got there first and were waiting for them. They were nice guys and Wayland knew them both. They set up the table and unwrapped all the chairs and put it where I suggested where it would be under the awning. They picked up all the card board and took it away.
We continued on around the loop and he gave me the map we'd marked. "I'd like to provide an information sheet like that, when someone goes out on the trail. Have one of those little boxes at either end of the trail where they can pick up one. They need more information than just a map, you know some nature information like the meadow vs the forest. Anything that might be interesting to those walking the trail, but simple, something we can print here.
"So when will we know if this is a go?"
"The district advancement committee meeting is Aug 1, they don't always approve on the first visit, some presenters are sent back for more information, then they have to reappear before the committee and they only meet on the first Thursday. So if the troop committee approves me with the new dates, then I can go to the district. The district wouldn't care about the dates, but they could find something else wrong. But if they both approve we're on for 12th-19th and I'll know that night.
"Anything else we need to do now?"
"You could get me the phone number of the Naturalist we talked about."
We were in his office now and he looked up the member's name and number and wrote it on my action log.
"Can I have a copy of your notes?"
"Sure," I handed him my note book and he ran a copy.
Here was the log of things each of us agreed to do:
My list was:
arrange troop leadership for supervision;
parent permission forms;
try to change dates to be August 12-18;
contact Alex for helpers;
make signup schedule;
find naturalist to identify plants;
summer camp nature director
retired Nat Forest Service
trail information & map.
My shopping list included:
get 2x8x7 and 2x6x7 and sealer donated for bench seats and backs
20 60# bags post-hole cement
The Camp list was:
complete organization benefit statement
provide meals, water, and snacks for workers
waive fees
relax swim suit rule
notification to members about project
give youth camp members a chance to help
provide naturalists name and phone
flyers in arriving member packages
"Any more questions, sir?" I asked.
"I'm sure there will be, I just can't think of anything at this moment. Any questions for me?"
"As you said, I will have, but not at the moment. We'll have to keep in close communication about this.
"I'm going to try to talk with the troop committee either before the weekend or maybe Monday night. I'm going to call my Scoutmaster as soon as I get cell coverage on the way home. Your Mom won't be her for another hour, you want to do another round of your exercises?
"Yeah, I guess I could."
"Well take the golf cart. See if Amanda's in the rec center then head on over to the pool. Your mom will be here . . .?"
"About the same time as when she dropped me off, maybe a little earlier, we'll probably stop to eat on the way home."
"Ok, well, be here around 5 or a little after. It was fun working with you today. And I'm looking forward to getting that trail complete after all these years."
I didn't find Amanda and reluctantly went on to the pool without her. I did my laps staying away from the other users, there were about 10 of us in the pool. I guess what's surprising me the most is how few guests there are in the park mid-week. I can see why he prefers that we do the project then.
I drove the cart back to the house parking it out back. I took the key in and went upstairs to get my bag in preparation for leaving. I found Amanda lying in the middle of her bed, her head on the pillow. Her hands were reaching up to me, beckoning me to come to her. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them, her vagina was oozing fluids. She had been stimulating herself waiting for me. "I'm going to miss you," she said.
"I'm going to miss you too."
I crawled up over her and she pulled my face to hers, my penis slid under her between her butt cheeks, there was fluids everywhere. We kissed passionately, making me all the harder. I reached between us and pushed my middle finger in her vagina and massaged her inner wall. "Keep doing that and put your penis in me."
"Is there room?" I asked.
"Just do it," she wined.
I took my finger out and slipped my penis is about an inch, then pushed my finger in along my shaft. I pushed, together they went in, I held my finger up against her vaginal wall, and pulled back, I could feel the corona of my glans slide along the back of my finger. I thrusted back in.
"Do that thing you were doing with your finger that felt sooo good.
My own body was in the way of letting this work, so I worked my knees toward her raising her pelvis off the bed. I moved to the kneeling position with my body vertical. Now I could freely work my finger around her inner wall, and still thrust in and out of her vagina. I slipped my third finger in alongside the other one. She orgasmed, renewing the flow of vaginal fluids. I was apparently hitting her g-spot with my fingers. I increased the speed of my fingers. As I plunged them into her I forgot about thrusting my hips. She cummed a second time.
"Take your penis out and put it in my butt!" It wasn't a request it was an order. I pulled my dick dripping with her fluids out of her vagina and raised one leg up revealing her anus to me. I put my penis against her beautiful rosebud and pushed forward. "Keep doing the fingers," she demanded.
Her anus stretched out surrounding my glans then allowing it inside her. The instant tightness of her anus around my penis nearly brought me to orgasm, but I was able to stave it off, by remaining motionless except for my fingers still massaging her vaginal wall.
When the feeling of eminent release passed, I could once again press forward burying my dick in her beautiful tight buns.
A thought passed through my mind in that moment, that I enjoyed walking behind Amanda at times and watching her buns as they alternated the up and down movements inherent when walking.
My hips went back into automatic mode thrusting and pulling back. I could fell the ball of fire starting back up, then building, but I was confident I could let it pass again by stopping my hips. I let it continue as the feeling started to rise. Ok, stop again, let it pass, I told myself. My hips didn't respond to my orders they continued jamming my dick in her butt. "Oh shit, I'm cumming, can't stop!"
Past the point of no return, my hips gave one last mighty thrust and my hand did the same, pressing my fingers hard into her vaginal wall as my semen entered her rectum in five powerful expulsions. My fingers caused Amanda to cum again as well, fresh fluids dribbled across my fingers still inside her, out her opening and down to the towel she'd laid beneath her before lying down.
There was a light knock at the door. "Can I come in?" Logan said softly.
Before I could say anything, Amanda said, "Come on in Logan."
Three naked 10 year olds, Logan, Jamie and Sierra, came in the room.
"Sierra! Hi! I didn't know you knew Noah."
"I didn't till recently, I go to school with Logan and Jamie and we met up recently. Did you know Logan lives right next door to Grandma and Grandpa Doyle? Are you doing her in the butt, Noah?" she asked me. "We'll have to try that one of these days."
My fingers were still in her vagina and my dick was still in her butt, but I wasn't very hard anymore.
"Mom sent us up here to get you." He said.
"How long have you been here?"
"I don't know, maybe 10 – 15 minutes. Don't worry, Wayland and Matilda is telling her all about what you guys did for your project. She's just ready to go whenever you are. We waited outside the door till it sounded like you were done before we knocked.
I slowly pulled my fingers and wiped them on the towel. Holding her butt cheeks I pulled my now flaccid dick from her anus. Sierra was particularly interested in that and watched closely as my penis reappeared. The tightness of her anus pulled the skin up my shaft as I extracted myself, as soon as I was free the skin returned to normal showing my circumcised head.
"You should see my cousin Alan, his skin comes all the way out to here," and she held a finger about a ½" away from the end of my penis, but when I pull on his shaft it slides down and his head pokes out. Then he looks like you, till I let go, then it slides back up."
I got up from between Amanda's legs and helped her get up as well, we used her towel to wipe the fluids from her perineum up across her vulva, and then I wiped my penis and my scrotum to get the fluids that had leaked onto me.
I gathered my things from her room, charger, jeans, shirt, underpants, and socks, my keys, toothbrush and paste. My phone and paper work was still downstairs on the table. I left my shorts and t-shirt on top as I would need those soon. I threw my towel over my shoulder and we all went down stairs.
Mom and Wayland were busy sketching ideas for the camp promotional flyer trying to show off the best camp has to offer while keeping it G-rated. Wayland ask for a second version that would be distributed through the network of camp that would not necessarily have to be G-rated. I gathered up all my notes and other papers.
"How did it go? Get everything all figured out?"
"Well I don't know about all figured out, but we have a direction with a lot of work ahead of me. But some of the thing got easier, too. The big thing is we want to change the dates to be mid-week instead of on weekends.
"Well ok, I guess we should go so you can get started. We went to the car, and I put on my shorts and t-shirt before getting in. Everyone else's clothes were in the car. We got to Lake Keyo and we stopped for dinner before continuing to Jamie's where we dropped him and Sierra, then home.
First thing I did when we got home was to call my Scoutmaster. I told him all the good news about all the plaques and the benches, and tools, the food service, and Alex's sureness that his troop would help.
Then told him about the concerns the camp had about the dates, and Mr. Ellison's suggestion that we do the work mid-week to lessen the impact on the guests that come up for the weekend. We discussed the logistics of that and I brought up the suggestion Wayland and I came up with to bringing one crew of 6 to 8 scouts up Sunday night and have a second crew come up Wednesday evening to replace them and they could work into the weekend. They could stay in my trailer.
Mr. Marconi was concerned that 3 days was expecting a lot of work from the scouts, but I explained that a maximum of 5 hours actual work would be planned on any given day, with swim breaks after every hour and fifteen minutes of work. And that other camp activities would be available like archery, BMX bike rides, and the rec center. So it would be like camp, with a little work thrown in. He asked about troop adult supervision and I told him I planned to ask the committee for volunteers to spend 3 or 4 nights, I would only need 2 adults to comply with the two-deep leadership rule, even if they were mothers, and if they had smaller kids, they could come too.
Mr. Marconi warned me that I might have some major road blocks ahead of me with the committee and getting two adults, he wasn't sure I could even get enough Scouts to go to a nudist camp, but he agreed to set up the review. He suggested Saturday afternoon and I accepted.
I sent an email to Wayland just to let him know the committee would be meeting Saturday afternoon, and that I could really use the Organization Benefit Statement.
While everything was still fresh in my mind I called up the document titled Eagle Scout Project Proposal and began filling it out. I downloaded the pictures off my phone into My Pictures in a new folder called Eagle Project, sub-folder Before.
I needed a day of just having fun so I called Dave. "Sorry I haven't called earlier, I've been really busy with my Eagle Project. You and Carlos wanna come over and hang out together?"
"Yeah sure. What time?"
"9 ok?"
"Yeah. I'll call Carlos."
"Tell him he can bring his brother and can you bring a controller, I only have two."
"Sure, see you tomorrow."
With renewed energy I dove back into the project paperwork I would need for Saturday. I don't have to have every answer, but I need to show I've put forth some effort to understand what I was submitting for approval.
Later that night I think I have filled out everything I need for the committee meeting on Saturday. I printed it out and gave it to Mom to read. She gave it to Momma. "Does it leave you with questions?"
"What parents do you think will be willing to go?"
"I'm hoping that the parents of the kids who volunteer will be willing."
"What happens if they don't?"
"Then I won't be able to do it. The troop has to have two leaders on any activity." I was disappointed by that answer and it showed on my face.
Mom hugged me and said, "I have some vacation time, I'll be one of the parents for the whole week if I have to."
Momma echoed those sentiments, "I have time too, I can go if you need me. And, by the way, you can use my trailer too for your project helpers. I'll call Wayland and take it off the rental list for your dates."
"Thank you Momma," I said as I hugged her too.
"Oh and that reminds me, Wayland said our trailer is rented for this weekend. 3 couples, two of them regulars and a guest couple of theirs, both first timers.
Friday morning I went over to see Grandpa early and get my laps in. We sat on the patio and I told him of the break in and how I found the drawer. "I saw the clip of Mr. Bowers' face in that video and its damning evidence. If the Sheriff gets hold of it, Bowers goes to jail. He made a rookie mistake. So far I haven't identified any camp kids I know in any of the other videos, but so far, it looks like Samantha is more of a victim than anyone else."
"But she goes after kids and brings them back."
"Yes, but she was trained to do that from the time she was 5. None of this is her fault.
"So even what she did to Logan? . . . ."
"Is not her fault. She did it for personal pleasure, but thought it was acceptable behavior, secret maybe, but acceptable. She needs professional help, but I'm not risking The Camp for her to get it.
"So I looked into a safe deposit box and since I'm a minor, it's complicated, so that's out. I'm thinking the found cash option is the best way. I googled some stories about that happening and the finder almost always gets it back unless it was legitimately lost money. So what do we do?"
"Do you have an old daypack?"
"Yeah."
"Wash it in the washing machine to remove your DNA from the bag. You don't need to dry it, bring it over here and we'll bury it in Grandma's compost pile for a couple weeks. Then we put the money in it, and you `find' it and turn it in."
"Where am I going to `find' it?"
"I was thinking the woods over by the park, you'll find it after a dog or something dug it up from under a tree branch. Off the trail, but within sight of it. You immediately take it to the Sheriff and turn it in."
"Could I keep a couple thousand out just in case I need it in the next six months?"
"Sure, keep some of the small bills. How much was in $20s?"
"$5,000 I think."
"You can keep the whole $5,000 if you want. Nobody counterfeits $20 bills."
"You think they might be counterfeit?"
"You never know, 50s and 100s from overseas? They could be. The sheriff will verify every bill before putting it in evidence. Once they give it back, you're free to put them in the bank.
"Wash the pack tomorrow after your moms go to work, then bring it over here and well bury it. Have you handled the money?"
"Yeah, some, I counted one stack to find out how many bills there were."
"Ok, we'll just need to clean your DNA and fingerprints off the money before you `find' it, but we have a couple weeks to do that. Pick up some Clorox wipes at the grocery store in the meantime."
"Is it ok if I bring two of my friends and one of their brothers over today? They're coming over about 9 and we're going to play inside for a while then we're going to try the swimming pool surprise."
"Sure, we'll play along. We truly do love when you and Logan and your friends come over. Seeing children swimming and splashing and horsing around brings back the old days when our boys were still home. You better do your laps and get home!"
Dave and Carlos showed up with Carlos' little brother Juan in tow. We went to living room to hook up the game system to the big screen and the extra controller Dave brought. The three of us started playing and an hour was suddenly gone.
Carlos was first to notice Juan was missing. He checked our bedroom, nothing. We paused the game and I led us out to the back yard. I suspected they were already in the pool and that was confirmed by two piles of clothes near the gate and the sounds of two little boys play in the water.
"They're next door swimming," I said. "You guys wanna go too?
"Oh man, I didn't bring a suit, if I'd known. . . ."Carlos said.
"Did Juan bring a suit? We don't use suits swimming next door," I explained as I was removing my pants, and standing in front of my friends totally naked.
"Your neighbors don't mind?" Dave asked, as his t-shirt cleared his head.
"Mind? No, actually it's a pool rule. No swim suits allowed in fact no clothing is allowed in the house or backyard." I had opened the gate and we could see Juan and Logan playing in the water.
Carlos finally decided and was out of his clothes in a flash. He had been going commando like Logan and I. Carlos blasted past me heading for the pool he did a cannonball splashing his brother and Logan. Dave and I joined them. In his brief dash past us, I noticed Carlos had that extra skin on the end of his penis, like what Sierra described on her Cousin Alan's penis.
I casually mentioned to Logan that he should call Jamie. He exited the pool and went back through the gate. Less than 5 minutes later he reappeared with Jamie following him through the gate and Sierra was following Jamie. It took Carlos a few moments before he realized one of us was a girl.
Carlos turned his back to her and said to me, "You didn't tell me there would be girls."
Logan overheard him and said, "She's not a girl, she's one of us." Somehow that made sense.
I seized on the opportunity to expand on what Logan said. "What Logan means Carlos, is that she's a nudist or naturist like he and I and our moms, and even the couple who live here."
"What about Jamie, you didn't mention him."
"I didn't want to speak for him. Jamie do you consider yourself a nudist?"
"I do after last weekend."
"Why, what happened last weekend?" Dave asked.
"We took him with us to The Camp as our guest. It was his first time in a nudist resort," Logan replied.
Sierra had some fun with Carlos and dove down and swam under the water, popping up right in front of him. It took Carlos a half hour, but he did get used to Sierra and all the rest of us. We expanded our conversation about our clothing choices and how we don't normally wear clothes in the house as well. We filled them in on some of the `rules', like no staring, and the whole towel thing and looking people in the eyes.
We told the guys about nudist resorts that cater to those who prefer to not wear clothing. But that even those places, clothing was optional, so you didn't have to be naked, except in the pool. Then I told them, that all of `us' are members of a nudist camp where we go on weekends.
He soon got over his shyness because he was even getting out of the pool to dive or jump back in. And, when just before noon, Grandma and Grandpa brought out grilled cheese sandwiches, bags of chips, glasses of milk and apples for everyone, he wasn't the least bit bashful walking up on the porch and eating lunch even sitting at the glass top table. He even stood up to shake hands when I introduced him to Grandma and Grandpa. Carlos is a very respectful guy, and his little brother is just like him. His mother must be real nice too, but she has to work so much.
While we were playing I had the idea that somehow I might be able to convince some of the scouts to help on my project if they could see what it was like to be nude and to be around people who were nude. I'll have to keep that in mind. They can even come over and practice before going up to The Camp.
We alternated all afternoon, either playing in the water of laying out on towels in the sun. Logan and I made sure our guests were protected from the sun with our ever-present sun block. The only time I saw Dave or Carlos with erections that day, was after Logan had helped them apply the lotion.
I sat next to Dave for a while and talked about getting scouts to help with my project. He wanted to know if it was like this up at camp and I told him at the pool and rec center it was. But while working we would probably wear jeans and long sleeve shirts to protect us. But that we could take them off to go swimming, but no one would be forced to swim naked, suits would be allowed for just the scouts. He thought about it for a while and said, "I'd go. And I think other guys would too. Most of us have played strip poker, so it's not like we are ashamed of our dicks."
"Did you being here today help you make up your mind?"
"Oh, for sure. If you asked me yesterday to go to a nudist resort I would never have said yes. It's the idea of being naked in front of strangers, but after a few minutes especially after Sierra came over, I saw it wasn't a big deal. I always thought I'd have a hard-on in front of others, especially a girl, but Sierra proved me wrong.
Another time I sat next to Carlos. I asked him if he'd ever thought about joining the Scouts.
"Yeah, Dave asked me a couple times, but I don't know, I just never did."
"What about Juan?"
"I think it would be nice if he did. I think he should."
"He would if you did."
"But I'd start out the same as him tendernothing."
"Those early requirements are easy for a guy as smart as you, you'd fly through Tenderfoot, 2nd Class, and 1st Class in like 4-5 months. Juan will probably take a year or more, which is normal for a kid his age. You really should think about it, seriously."
"But wouldn't me and Juan stick out?"
"Stick out? How?"
"You know, our heritage, we're Mexican"
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Sometimes kids at school pick on me or Juan or other Mexican kids."
"That wouldn't happen in our Scout Troop. We have around 28 kids in the troop and they're all friendly like me or Dave. Logan is going to join as soon as he turns 11. He already likes Juan, they could be in the same patrol.
"Let me think about it."
"We meet on Mondays at the church on 6th Street. I'll call you."
We played water polo the rest of the afternoon, at least our civilized version of it, no dunking the opponent, or pulling them under water by their dicks, or tackling them, or hitting anyone in the face with the ball, just a friendly game. Even had unspoken rules like letting the little kids score occasionally.
Momma came home at her normal time and noticed several piles of clothes in our backyard and the gate open. After removing her work duds she came over and was surprised to see so many kids. I introduced her to my friends, and again Carlos came over and shook hands, properly greeting Momma.
Mom came home at her regular 4:30, coming over to see what all the noise was about. I again introduced my friends and the little brother.
Around 5 the party broke up and reluctantly everyone went home.
That evening Mom asked about my project.
"I got a lot done last night, and I didn't intend to even think about it today, but I did talk with Dave and he volunteered to go. But he said he wouldn't have if he hadn't experienced the nudity today, so I may need to bring more scouts over here and trick them into swimming naked before asking for their help on my project.
If I get troop approval Saturday, I was thinking of inviting my old patrol over for swimming and maybe a sleepover then ask them to help.
Friday, I told Logan I was washing a few things if he wanted to throw anything in the washer. He had nothing so I went ahead and washed my really old generic day pack I no longer used and my dirty jeans and shirt from my visit to The Camp.
When the washer ended I moved the shirt and pants to the dryer. The pack, I took to the garage without touching the fabric.
I told Logan I was going to swim my laps and talk to grandpa about my project. He showed no interest in going, he was engrossed in some mindless cartoons.
I left through the back door and when I verified he wasn't following I diverted to the garage to retrieve the pack. I went next door and Grandpa directed me to a hand shovel and Grandma's compost pile. "We want the pack to look like it's been under a tree branch for at least a couple weeks. Put a little compost inside, then bury it completely. Now we wait, a couple weeks at least.
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Saturday morning I dressed in a freshly washed and ironed Scout uniform with my new Assistant Senior Patrol Leader emblem on the left sleeve and the Leadership emblem my troop used for Scouts no longer in patrols, but running the troop.
I was as ready as I'd ever be. I had a PowerPoint-like presentation on my laptop which I will connect to the overhead projector in the church conference room. Mom was going to take me and wait in an adjoining room where she could listen but was asked not to speak.
The meeting had been moved to 11 AM so the right committee members could attend. I arrived at 10:45 and the adults were already meeting I was instructed to wait outside.
At 10:55 I was allowed in the room and they took a break while I passed out copies of my proposal.
They returned and were very friendly. They all knew me and knew of my encounter with the fence. Emma Weinstein, the chairwoman of the advancement committee started thing off. Noah, I don't get to too many troop meetings and I haven't seen you since you were injured rescuing that young girl. I just want to add my congratulations for a job well done."
"Thank you very much."
"We all have copies of your proposal. Mind if we ask you some questions.
"You're proposing a six day project. That's a long time isn't it?
"It's not all that much different than a three weekend project. I'm proposing two work shifts. Our ideal schedule would be arriving in Camp Sunday evening Aug 12th. Group one with 4 work crews of 2 people works Monday through Wednesday. Group 2, with the same work crews would arrive Wednesday evening relieving group one and work Thursday to Saturday.
Due to the temperatures at camp during August, each work day would be limited to 5 hours. We'd begin with breakfast provided by The Diner, work from 8 to 9:15 then take a swim break till 10:00 work again from 10:15 to 11:30 then break again for lunch in The Diner with time to clean up in the pool beforehand. Work again from 1 to 2:15 then take a second swim break till 2:00 work again from 2:15 to 3:30. The rest of the day the scouts would be allowed to use the camp facilities with prior arrangements. Dinner would be served in The Diner then more free time to use camp facilities.
"Won't eating in a diner will be expensive?"
"The Camp is providing all the food service and Matilda is a good cook. They won't be offering a menu, just a fixed meal, kinda like summer camp, but with better food."
"Why did you choose a community up in the mountains? Why not select a community down here for your project, Noah?"
"I chose this community because this is one of my communities too. I own a trailer in The Camp and I am a life member. My moms, my brother and I are up there every other weekend."
"Why did the owner suggest mid-week instead of weekends?"
"On weekends there is on average 300+ guests. Mid-week there is only around 40 guests."
"Can we talk about the elephant?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"How is this going to work with a bunch of scouts running around a nudist camp?"
"The Camp is a community of Naturist, and clothing is optional there, so scouts don't have to be naked. In fact I plan on them wearing jeans and long sleeve shirts while working to protect themselves. Yes, they will see some naked youth and adults. So I plan to very selectively recruit volunteers. The Camp has already agreed to relax their requirement to allow swim suits in the pool area to allow the Scouts to swim on their breaks or in their free time if they choose to wear suits, I'm betting they will not."
"What will the accommodations be?"
"My trailer sleeps 10 on beds with plenty of additional floor space for sleeping bags and is fully air conditioned. Has a big screen TV and video library. My Momma's trailer, directly across the road sleeps a tight 6."
"How did you get to own a trailer?"
"The girl I rescued from drowning is the owner's granddaughter. Her parents bought the trailer from a defaulted ex-member and gave it to me for saving his daughter."
"What are some things you need the committee to help with?"
"Adult supervision required by BSA. I may need help finding a naturalist to help identify the plants and trees. We need supervision of, or the actual handling of the power tools. Help identifying sources that may help with donations, and of course transportation."
"Well, if it will help, I will volunteer to be one of your adults for the entire week. If parents start fighting over the four slots you need covered, I'll back off and just go up with the Group 2 scouts," Assistant Scoutmaster Eric Johnson offered.
"I think you have put a lot of thought into this proposal and I'll recommend to the district that they schedule your review for next Thursday. I see no reason for them to deny this proposal. After all I'm the District Advancement Committee Chairwoman as well.
"In fact, you can proceed and start getting everything rolling, aligning your donations signing up volunteers. Press on like the district already signed off. Do you have your proposal in digital form?" I nodded. "Send it to me." She wrote down her email address.
"Ok, does anyone have a potential source for 10 2"x8"x7' and 15 2"x6"x7' and 20 60# bags of post-hole concrete?
One of the other gentlemen who had been very quiet pulled out his business card and wrote a name and number on the back. "Call this man, he a friend and a construction foreman on that new industrial complex just outside of town. They throw out scrap larger than what you need. But give me till Monday noon before you call." I looked at his card Sakio Ikeda. "Are you Aki's father?"
"Yes, he is my son."
"It's very nice to meet you sir." His card was simple, his name, in simple block letters and beneath it DEVELOPER. On the back he had written Rocky Desmond and a phone number.
"Mr. Marconi, may I make a presentation to the scouts Monday night to ask for volunteers?"
"I'll have your Senior Patrol Leader put you on as the first announcement. 10 minutes enough?" I gave him a thumbs up.
I called Wayland from Mom's car and told him the project was approved. He very happy for me, for the camp too I bet.
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I asked Mom if I could have a major sleepover of several scout friends who are my potential pool of volunteers for my project. My goal was to get them into the Doyle's pool and let them discover nudity before asking them to go to a nudist camp for 3 nights.
"Oh, I see, she said. "Like what you and Logan did to Jamie and you did to Dave and Carlos and Juan yesterday?"
"Yeah exactly, I'm going to get Dave and Logan to help me spring the trap."
How many scouts are you planning on?"
Well there's Rick, Aki, Charlie, Dave, Brian, Devin, Rashon, and me, so just 8 of us.
"When would you want to do this?"
"Tonight?"
"That's a little short notice."
"Sunday night?"
"So exactly how does this `trap' work and where do Momma and I fit into your plans?"
I told her all about Grandma and Grandpa telling me how their sons, Mike and Ron used their method of indoctrinating their friends into nudity and how well it worked. Mom and Momma's part would be what they have been doing, coming over to the pool and meeting the guys after they'd been in the pool for about an hour, then staying naked around the house after that.
"If you've got a bunch of friends over what is Logan supposed to do?"
"Well, he could get Jamie and maybe Sierra and Juan to come over too. Ooh, I could get them to help spring the trap too! They could have the bedroom and we'd all sleep in the living room. Maybe I could get Carlos to come too and met the guys, I'm trying to get him to join the troop."
"You guys actually sleep on a sleep-over?"
"Yeah, but not till after 2, but we don't call it a sleep-over. We older guys prefer a camp-in. You know, a camp inside."
"Ok, a camp-in it is. How are you going to handle food?"
"We could do burgers for dinner, and order pizza delivery around 10, and I'll make bacon and pancakes or French toast for breakfast after you and Momma go to work."
"And you'll clean up the house after everyone goes home?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Including vacuuming the living room and your bedroom?"
"Yes ma'am."
When we walked in the house, Mom declared loudly to Momma and Logan that she was officially insane. Momma came out of the kitchen and asked, "Oh God, what have you done now?"
"I agreed to a sleep-over. No wait, it's not a sleep-over, it's a camp-in, with eight 13 and 14 year olds and four 10 and 11 year olds."
"Here?" Momma asked. "When is this insanity happening? I need to know so I can book a room in a hotel."
"Sunday afternoon."
"Yippee," Logan yelled figuring he was included with his friends Jamie, Sierra and Juan as part of the 10 and 11 year olds.
Mom proceeded to tell Momma all about the meeting and my plan to get volunteers while I went to my bedroom and booted up my computer, while taking off my uniform, to email my project proposal to Mrs. Weinstein, including thanking her for her help in getting the project approved on such short notice.
Next, I called Dave and told him my plan for the camp-in. He loved the idea of helping me and agreed to play along and even help out. I asked him to invite Brian, Devin, and Rashon and I'd call Rick, Aki, and Charlie. "Tell them it's because I had to miss summer camp and missed being with the old group. We'll even have a campfire and make s'mores. Tell them 3 PM Sunday, but can you come a little early? Remember, don't mention the swimming."
I called Rick, Aki, and Charlie and all three agreed to the camp-in.
I called Dave back, he had two of the three confirmed for Sunday and was waiting for a return call from Brian.
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There was an electronics recycling center in the industrial part of town and was open today to accept household electronics, paint, batteries, motor oil, and all sorts of other waste. I loaded the 9 recorders in the trunk and Mom and I took them in. No one asked why we had so many, they just threw them in the pile and thanked us for recycling. One less thing that might be traceable back to The Camp.
We stopped at the grocery on the way home to stock up for the camp-in. Frozen burger patties, French fries, graham crackers, chocolate bars and marshmallows, eggs milk and Texas toast, OJ, and snacks, lots of snacks. 14 year olds eat a lot playing video games.
I called Alex to make arrangements to visit his troop meeting to recruit volunteers for my project, He told me he already had 3 probable guys plus himself. I filled him in on the date change and the other details, he said that was even better. He said he'd take care of getting me on the agenda Tuesday night during his troop meeting.
My next call was to Mr. Everest (Evan) Wilder. I looked at his name before calling and thought what an appropriate name for a Naturalist. Named after the tallest mountain in the world, and Wilder as his last name? How perfect.
I introduced myself and he immediately knew who I was, he and his wife were at the dinner and I had met them. I told him I was working on my Eagle Scout Service project. He said he knew all about Eagle projects, as part of the Forest Service he had worked with many future Eagle Scout doing their projects under his supervision. I told him my project was the Nature Trail at The Camp.
"Hot damn! About time we finished that trail. Me and Wayland started that thing over 15 years ago. When do you need me and what do you want me to do?
I explained everything about the project spending almost an hour on the phone with him. "Well, I believe I would be most useful showing the scouts how to clear the overgrowth, how to remove branches and rocks, ensuring proper erosion control, and identifying where all the plaques I had made those many years ago should be placed. I think it would just be easier if I and my wife were just up there the whole week, not to do any work mind you, just to be an advisor on nature related activities when you need me. I believe we need a vacation anyway, and we find The Camp the perfect place to relax. Is that's all right with you?
All right with me? Are you kidding? I thought to myself. "Thank you sir, you're exactly who I need to assure the quality of our work. We'd love to have you for the week.
"You're not planning on working your crews naked are you?
"Oh, no sir, work clothes will be jeans, long sleeves, shoes and socks, and a hat."
"Ok, just wanted to make sure. Safety is one of your responsibilities on your project. You might want to consider gloves as well.
"And don't you worry about any expenses for me and the missus. We'll take care of our own costs. If we're done here, I'm going to call Wayland and tell him I'm come visit with him and Matilda."
"Thank you Mr. Wilder, I believe we're done. I'll keep in touch as we get closer. Good bye sir."
"Good bye Noah."
"Fuck Yeah!"
"What did you say?!" moms voice from the living room echoed through the hall to my bedroom."
I quickly moved to find her. "I'm sorry Mom, I was just so excited, it just kinda slipped."
"What are you so excited about?"
"I just secured the help of Everest Wilder. He's a Naturist who's a retired Naturalist from the U.S. Forest Service. He's a camp member and he and his wife is coming up to The Camp for the whole week to be our Naturalist advisor. He and Wayland started this project 15 years ago according to him, or 10 years ago according to Wayland. We met him and his wife at the dinner."
"Well I'm happy for you, but please watch your language. You have a younger brother, you know."
"I'm sorry Mom."
I looked over to where Momma was sitting, "I sorry Momma."
I updated my project forms with the additional information and reviewed my to-do list. One was a signup sheet. I opened Word and started a new document. Across the top I titled it Noah Barnes' Eagle Scout Service Project. Then I made two columns titled:
Noah Barnes'
Eagle Scout Service Project
The Camp Nature Trail
Refurbishment & Improvement
Sunday –
Wednesday Wednesday – Saturday
August 12 – 15 August 15 – 18
Under each heading I created 12 lines for people to sign up with their name and phone #.
I realized that Scouts would need a special packing list for camping in a nudist camp so I started another document:
Noah Barnes'
Eagle Scout Service Project
Camping Pack List
Required Items
* SUN BLOCK
* Indoor sleeping bag, sheet, pillow
* 2 pair jeans or sturdy long pants
* 2 Long sleeve work shirts
* 1 protective shoes
* 3 underwear
* 3 pair sturdy socks
* Sun block
* Sun hat
* Toothbrush/paste
* Bath size Towel
* Work Gloves
* Water bottle
* Day pack
Optional Items
Extra Sun Block
2 t-shirts
2 shorts
Swim suit
Slip-ons/flip-flops
Cell Phone (no cell coverage, no Wi-Fi, no cameras allowed)
When Logan came in to go to bed he was kind enough to wake me, I had fallen asleep at my computer and he dragged me over to the bed.
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We start talking. "Tomorrow's camp-in is to help me get guys for my project. I figure they'll be more likely to sign up to go camping at a nudist camp, if they've actually spent some time nude. So you're going to have to help. Just like we did with Dave and Carlos and Juan, we're going to play some video games for a while, then we'll go outside and discover the pool. We'll mention going swimming, and someone will say they don't have a suit or something like that. That's when you, Dave and I drop our clothes and say neither do we. Ok?"
"When can I call Jamie?"
"I want Carlos to meet the guys so we can get him to join the troop. So after we're in the living room a while, I'll call him to come over and I'll have him bring Juan too. After that, we'll go next door. When we do, then you call Jamie and hopefully Sierra will come too. You four get the bedroom, the rest of us will either sleep outside or on the living room floor."
"Do we get to mess around with your guys?"
"I don't know how open to that any of them are. One guy who'll be here and I traded blow jobs at a weekend campout once. But you'll have Jamie, Sierra and maybe Juan to play with."
"But Jamie and Juan have little dicks. I like your size," and with that he reached out and grabbed my penis and slowly started stroking it. I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling. "Would you put it in me please? Just in case I can't get anyone else tomorrow.
"You got your lube?" He flipped over and reached to his nightstand drawer. "Wanna play with this for a change?" He held up his anal vibrator.
I knew I could give him a couple orgasms with it and he'd still want me in him. "Sure, give it here." I stuck the first couple inches in my mouth to get it all slobbery. "Did you wash this after the last time?" I asked.
"Does it taste funny?"
"No, not really."
"Then yes, I washed it, or at least I rinsed it."
He wouldn't need any lube other than spit for this small of an object barely larger than his own dick. He laid on his side facing away from me and pulled his knees up almost to his chest. His anus was in plain sight. I leaned in and ran my tongue around it then pushed it in his tight little hole. His body quivered at my touch. "Did you just orgasm?"
"Yeah, a little bit. We haven't done this for a while."
He was right, we've been so busy we hadn't played with each other. I stuck my tongue back in his hole and wiggled the tip around. I got a big wad of spit worked up in my mouth and put my lips against his anus and pushed the spit into his rectum. I pulled away and pushed the vibrator in all the way to his prostate. "You ready for heaven?"
"Do it to me, heaven here I come."
"I turned it on medium which was his favorite speed. His body tensed then relaxed as he got used to the vibrations. I pulled it out and ran it up under his balls then pushed it back in and circled his prostate. He got all tensed up and tried his best to squirt, but not this time as a full dry cum orgasm racked his little body. I pulled the vibrator out and put it against his anus, then circled around it. I rolled him towards me and ran the stick up one side of his penis across his glans and down the other. I placed it alongside his dick and grabbed both in my fist. I didn't have to masturbate him, the vibrator did that for me. He shoved his dick up in the air and his second dry orgasm washed over him. I pushed him back to his side and he pulled his knees up again. I wetted the shaft and reentered his anus. Instead of aiming forward towards his prostate, I aimed towards his spine and slowly pushed about 5 inches of the textured plastic cylinder into his rectum, I turned it on high and left it there actually vibrating against his tail bone I think, at least it was something hard. His cheeks started clenching and he couldn't lay still. He moved his leg so his heal would hit the bottom of the vibrator.
"Take it out and put yours in me."
"I grabbed the lube and quickly put it all over his anus. I put my dick in the goop and pressed in him. My dick was at the perfect angle to again pummel his prostate with each of my pelvic thrusts. It had been a while since I'd orgasmed and I was going to blow after only three thrusts, so I pushed in and stopped. My arms were wrapped around him and I held his back against my chest and neither of us moved.
Wow, that's hard not thrusting when every instinct is telling you to stick it in him hard and fast. The feeling is a letdown but almost as intense as an orgasm. The impending feelings passed. Still holding him tight I rolled to my back. With Logan now on top of me, my hips began to move again thrusting upwards now. Gravity pulling me out of him my thrust driving me back in him. When I moved my hand down his body I would run into his little pricklet sticking up. I stopped my hand on his dick and held him with four finger over the top. I pounded up and down on his dick while thrusting up his rectum. It's coming again, this time I have to let it happen. The fire inside me is aching to get out. His body tensed again in another orgasm. His anus griped my penis and drew my semen from me. My orgasm arrived like a royal flush. My first thrust is the Ace the big one, then the King enters his rectum, the queen follows the King inside, the Jack squirts not quite as forcefully, the 10 enters his rectum last, more than a dribble but not the Ace either.
Neither of us moved not wanting to ruin the moment. We're both breathing hard, almost panting. Our breathing finally slows and returns to normal. We continue to lay there not moving or saying anything, just enjoying the afterglow of the male orgasm. Logan's breathing has slowed and is now steady. I think he's asleep. I whispered his name and got no response. So I just listen to his slow rhythmic breathing is so calming. . . .
I must be having a dream. My dick is super hard and I'm fucking someone, but I can't tell who it is. Oh God, I'm cumming. I already squirted my first shot, and I reached my hand up to grab my dick and I hit Logan in the hip. It makes me remember that we were having sex last night. We're still coupled and I'm shooting another load in his rectum. Three more shots squeeze through my pee slit up into Logan who still seems to be asleep. Post orgasmic euphoria settles over me and I . . .
I'm awake and Logan is still on top of me. I open one eye, and it's dark. I want to roll over, but I don't want to wake my brother. My penis is so hard. I reached down and held Logan's hips with both hands. I raised him up a little and my penis pulled out maybe a half inch. I feel like I`m going to cum again. My hips thrust me back in him. He's so warm inside there. I let myself relax and pull back out that half inch. Up and in him again and my balls let loose with another round of semen releases. My hips fall back to the bed and Logan with them. . . .
There is movement on top of me. Logan must be awake. I open my eyes and it's light out. The motion is rhythmic and Logan bouncing lightly. The rhythm is coming from his hand and arm as he masturbates his morning erection. I am once again raging hard and still in his rectum. I concentrated on what I could feel through my penis. Yes, it's hard very hard almost to the point that it hurts hard. My penis is warm almost hot being surrounded on all side by the flesh of his rectum. It's smooth inside him as he masturbates I can feel my penis moving ever so slightly, not the base of it, the head is moving around. It's slippery up in there, that's why I'm able to move in him. I know I cummed in him after we went to bed, but I vaguely remember, or maybe it was a dream of cumming two more times during the night. That much semen would explain the slipperiness I feel.
I reached up and pulled his arm back pulling his hand off his dick. I reached up and replaced his hand with mine and continued masturbating him. "Good morning Logan," I whispered.
"Good morning Noah, I love you so much," he whispered back.
"And what is it that makes you love me so much?"
"The way you cum in my butt."
"Oh, did I cum in your butt last night?"
"Four times so far, and number 5 will be coming soon."
"You sure it wasn't only 3 times?"
"No, it was four. One right after you got in me. Then later you were thrusting and moaning. Then one time you were holding my hips and only thrust a couple times, and one where you moaned a little and shot in me without hardly moving. And you're going to again in a couple minutes.
I haven't had a true nocturnal emission since I learned to masturbate when I was 12. The fourth time must have been one if I don't remember it.
"Ok, how do you want number 5?"
"On my back so I can see your face."
"I'll have to pull out to get in that position."
"No you won't we can do it. Help me sit up."
I pushed on his shoulder and back till he was sitting on me, then he started moving his feet and rotating his butt around my dick. He continued to wiggle around till his feet were on either side of my chest and he was sitting on my pelvis, my dick was the center of rotation.
"Now we're going to roll over sideways till I'm on my back, and you're on your knees?" He leaned toward my chest and I rolled us sideways. Logan was right, he ended up on his back and I was on my knees, my dick never left his butthole. "Now, make love to me like you do to Amanda. I stuffed a pillow up under his hips to keep them elevated. I raised my butt drawing my penis out of him, almost, then slowly pushed back in. Making love to my brother is so easy. We do love each other so much even though we've only been together just since the middle of May. I guess what we have, could be described as love at first sight.
I moved forward and back drawing the full length of my penis out before pushing it back in, giving Logan the longest amount of friction between my penis and the inside of his anus, and, if I had the right angle, the pleasure of my penis brushing against his prostate. He looked up at me with his big soft eyes and I bent over and kissed him. "I love you so much," I told him.
I held his shoulders and my next thrust up his chute slammed my pelvis against his buttocks. I did it again and again. If I had not been holding him, he would have slid up the bed hitting his head on the headboard.
"Oh, fuck that feels so good," he whispered in my ear, and I drilled into him again. I reached down to his little pecker and grabbed it with all four fingers and my thumb and beat on it furiously. I was going to cum and I wanted him to cum at the same time. His body went stiff which told me his orgasm had arrived, I let myself relax and my orgasm took over control. His sphincter clamped around my penis as he dry cummed and I jammed my dick in him four more times, each time delivering a shot of rich teenage cum to his rectum.
According to Logan, I've cum 5 times since we got in bed last night.
I looked over at the clock. It was still early only 8:20, but still time to get up.
We seem to be establishing a tradition that Sunday morning is cinnamon roll morning. The smell of fresh rolls was working down the hall to the bedrooms. That was all the encouragement we needed. We peed and/or pooped, Logan actually squirted out some of my semen, then brushed our teeth and went for breakfast.
"Good morning boys," Momma declared. We each kissed her on opposite cheeks.
"Thanks for making cinnamon rolls, Momma. Could you show me how to make those one of these days?"
She feigned being insulted and said, "What, and give away my secret recipe?" Then in her normal voice said, "All you have to do is get up early some Sunday morning, instead of playing with your brother.
"Do either of you need anything for your camp-in or sleep-over?"
"Do we have enough sodas?"
"Two 24-packs."
"I need a Super-Soaker," Logan said.
"I thought we got something that squirted water." Mom said.
"We did? I'll look for it.
"Have you coordinated all this with the Doyles?"
"I think I mentioned it. I'll ask them again when I go swim my laps if they're home from The Camp in a few minutes."
"How many minutes are you up to?"
"Today is 39 I think."
"Can I call Jamie and warn him I'm going to invite them over this afternoon? Logan asked.
"Yeah, call him and invite him and Sierra to your sleep-over. Just tell him you're not exactly sure what time to come over. It'll be around 4," I told him.
He came back a few minutes later, "Jamie is going to call Sierra."
"Did you tell him who all's going to be here?"
"I told him a whole bunch of Scouts your age, and maybe Carlos and Juan.
"Cool, I'm going swimming, you coming?"
"How long go going for?"
"Just long enough to do my laps then get stuff out for this afternoon."
"Nah, you go on."
"I went next door and Grandpa came out. I asked if it was ok to bring the 8 guys from my troop over this afternoon and Logan, Jamie and Sierra, and possibly Carlos and Juan."
"Wow that's a pool full, you having a party?"
"Yeah, kinda, I need help on my project and they'll be more likely to volunteer to work at a nudist camp, if they already know a little what it's like to be nude or at least around other nude people. At least that's what Dave told me. He volunteered after he was over the other day, but said he wouldn't have if he hadn't come over.
So Dave and I and Logan are going to pull Mike and Ron's trick on them. Then Jamie's going to show up, hopefully with Sierra, . . . "
"Ok, ok, I give up, you lost me with all those names. What time is the hoard coming over?
"About 4 I guess, we're going to play video games for a while then discover the pool. They're all spending the night too.
"You want to have a midnight swim? We can show you how to turn the lights on."
"That would be fun."
"You go swim your laps first, I'll show you the switches after."
The kick-board was floating in the pool and I dived in for it and started kicking. When I finished up, Grandpa was waiting for me at the side of the pool.
"Over here Noah." He showed me the different switches in the pool-house that turned on overhead lights and the lights under the waterline."
"By the way, those damn videos you got me watching. Some I only need to see a few seconds to know if I recognize the boy, others I couldn't look away from. I hate looking at them."
"I know what you mean I watched one that was 76 minutes long, I couldn't stop watching. They gave a kid Logan's age Viagra and he dry cummed like 30 times. The poor kid was exhausted, but they kept making him cum. I was masturbating myself not even realizing I was doing it."
"Noah, please don't watch these videos, they're sick. You shouldn't see the stuff on some of these. I have yet to recognize any of the boys as members. These boys may have been guests who only came to camp once and never came back. Especially after what was done to some of them. I'm still trying to figure out how to stop this family, but I can't think of a way without an investigation linking back to The Camp."
"Don't worry Grandpa, I haven't watched any since then, and I don't plan to watch any more of them."
Shortly after lunch I got a call from an unknown, but local number. "Hello?"
"Hi, may I speak to Noah Barnes?"
"This is Noah, how may I help you?"
"Hi Noah this is Emma Weinstein. I emailed your project proposal to the District Advancement Committee Saturday evening and told them this one was time critical. All the members of the committee are happy with your project. They only had a few questions which you already answered to the troop committee, so you are officially approved to begin your project."
"Alright! Thank you Mrs. Weinstein, that's great news. So they didn't have any problem with the kind of camp it is?
"No, that never came up and I didn't see any reason to mention it. It doesn't change the value of your project to the community, so I just left it alone. All that fact does is give you a few challenges to overcome recruiting your volunteers. Are you going to be at the meeting Monday?
"Yes, I'll be making my presentation to the troop and hopefully signing up those volunteers."
"Very good them, I'll see you Monday night. Please bring your proposal form with you. I'll come by and watch your presentation, then I can sign your proposal form.
"I GOT APPROVED! ! ! ! !" I screamed.
"What? Your project?" Mom asked.
"A – PROVED!"
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