Two Cities, Worlds Apart

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Part 6 – Pond Campground

Chapter 36 –
Johanson Scout Patrol Camp

June & July 1969

First Scout Patrol Campout

Our friend's patrol was the first scheduled campout for the following weekend. That was the same weekend the adults were going to dig the latrine hole and build the outhouse over it. The patrol of seven boys and two leaders arrived Friday night. They brought their equipment down and set up their kitchen, then set up two, two-man tents and one three-man tent for the boys and one larger two-man tent for the adults. They didn't do much Friday night except set up camp. They did have to dig a latrine; at least a temporary one till the new one was finished.

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We didn't always get out of chores on Saturday, and this was one of those. We were assigned to again help Uncle John clean out his house. We missed whatever Scout stuff the troop did Saturday morning while we used Grampa's truck to take loads to the dump.

The troop's adult workers arrived after breakfast and within a few hours had dug a proper latrine and built a nice little building that had a single toilet seat and a urinal. They also provided a place for our lantern to hang on the outside and another place on the inside for when it was in use at night. They even thought to put a place to keep the matches and a hanger for the toilet paper and mounted the little storage box Grampa made for an extra roll of paper.

The patrol got to go swimming with us Saturday afternoon till they had another Scout activity doing something with compasses. Our dinner times coincided and we didn't get to watch them cook. But when we got back they were just finishing their dinner and they were still naked. The boys excitedly told us how they cooked and ate naked. We went swimming with the rest of the patrol and the clean-up crew joined us a little later. That night they invited us to their campfire and we attended naked. They hadn't considered that and they were all wearing clothes. During the campfire, three of them (the three sharing 1 tent) quietly took off their clothes for the remainder of the evening. At the end of the campfire, the Scouts were sent to bed, so we went our tent too.

We didn't go to bed, in the traditional sense. While we were on the bed, sleep wasn't close to what we were doing. Sound travels really well at night and we could tell we weren't the only tent that had some extracurricular activity after lights out. The noises we heard came from the general direction of the 3-man tent indicated some level of sexual activity and at least one expulsion of semen. We had our fair share of those too.

After that weekend, campouts became a regular thing, but they never brought many people at one time, 6 to 8 kids and one or two adults. Either they would hike in the 7 ½ miles on Saturday morning, or what they did most often was to drive in Friday after dinner. Either way, they would set up their camp, cook, swim, and do other Scout stuff till Sunday after lunch then hike or drive home. There was another campout scheduled the very next weekend.

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The middle of the week, the Texas antique car guy came up from Dallas to see the collection and fully appraise it. He flew to Fayetteville and stayed in a hotel overnight, driving up the last hour, arriving shortly after breakfast.

He spent most of the day with Uncle John analyzing the cars and reviewing the carefully stored receipts. The receipts showed all the restorations were done with original parts, not remanufactured parts, that added to the value of the cars. They took all the tarps off the rest of cars and the specialist took multiple pictures of each car with his Nikon camera using up several rolls of film in the process. Before he left to go back to Dallas, he gave Uncle John a rough estimate of the cars' value.

The value came in a lot higher than Uncle John believed was possible. If they were actually to sell for that amount, he would be able to pay off the loan he had just taken out with the bank to buy the whole 200-acre farm. The man also told Uncle John that not all sales through Sotheby's ended up being auctions. Many collectors were registered with them and were looking for specific cars or collections. Many sales were simply brokered through Sotheby's, never reaching the auctioneer's gavel, in fact, only a small number of sales ever reached the auction floor. And on top of that, auctions were the most expensive way to sell a car, considering all the shipping involved and the higher Sotheby's fees. A brokered deal, could be quicker, with less commission, but potentially might bring less than if they went to auction.

The car expert told Uncle John he might actually have a buyer for the entire collection. He might get a little less than selling each at auction, but it would be one sale and done. He would get a check for the entire amount, less the commission within a week of the sale and the buyer would pay for and arrange the shipping. After reviewing the options, he agreed to consider an offer for the collection intact and as is, depending on how close the offer was to the official estimate.

He called his real estate agent and told him not to sell the acreage, but only try to find someone to lease the land for farming, and to reduce the lease price to make it the lowest price lease-land available in the area, making it more desirable.

 

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The Newt Patrol Education Campout

The very next weekend another patrol had scheduled their campout. This patrol was their younger scouts. Every one of them was 11. There were six patrol members, an older scout 13, who was like an instructor, and two adults. For a couple of the boys, this was their first campout ever with the patrol.

We were at the pond with one of my friends from school. He had never been here before either, but I had given him the flyer the last day of classes before summer vacation. He had brought his brother and sister. They had been here since after lunch so by late afternoon when the patrol showed up they were comfortable in their skin and didn't mind some 11-year-olds seeing them naked. On the other side of the coin, the 11-year-olds were not accustomed to seeing strangers naked, neither boys nor girls. Marcy was here too today, so there were three naked girls, and four naked boys as the patrol arrived in camp.

The leaders of the group quickly picked up on the uncomfortable atmosphere and called me, Marcy, and the instructor aside, "I'm really surprised. When we were hear clearing the campsites, the kids did ok seeing you guys and all their other scouts naked, but now, they seem to be pretty uncomfortable with all the nudity. Michael, we know you've had experience with group nudity before, and have been prepared to talk with kids about their, um, body. Is there anything you can do to maybe help them accept it?"

"Well, I think so," Marcy quickly said. "When we're talking with them, can we ask them to take their clothes off?"

"Sure, whatever it takes."

"How about you get them together, then Michael and I will talk to them as a group, have a little show and do and answer some questions. Then take them swimming, do they have time for that?"

"We have all weekend, we'll gather them in the kitchen area. What else do you want us to do?"

"Let's see what happens, you guys just go along with the flow. We'll hang back till you have them all together and then we'll come over."

We went down to the lake while the new scout patrol gathered. The older scout, who we learned is also named Mike, called the scouts. "Ok, Newt Patrol, gather up in the kitchen clearing. Come on, double time guys, the sun's gonna set soon." In reality, the sun wasn't going to set for another 90 minutes.

As the last scout made it to the clearing, Marcy, Lisa, David, and me came up from the pond, like we were headed to our tent, but we took a turn and entered the clearing standing in front of them.

I started off, "So you're the Newt patrol. Welcome to Johanson Pond and Scout Patrol Camp." They stood there shuffling their feet uncomfortably and not knowing where to look, choosing to look at the leaves on the ground. "Scouts of the Newt Patrol, eyes up here, please!" I was pointing right to my own eyes. "When you're talking to someone, you should always make eye contact, so at my eyes, gentlemen.

"My name is Michael, this is my girlfriend, Marcy, next is my sister Lisa, and last is my brother, David. We live here, and all summer we camp right there in that tent almost every night. We eat most of our meals up at the house you drove past on the way in.

"As you know this area is what's called `clothing optional'. That means you have the option to wear as many or as few clothes as you want.

Your leaders have noticed you seem a little uneasy tonight trying to get used to seeing us naked. Is that right?" Several heads nodded.

"So what we're going to try to do is help you become more comfortable seeing us." Marcy said taking over the conversation. "We're going to be around all weekend and whether you're naked or not, we don't care, but we will be naked the whole time. Our clothes are up in the house.

"In case you haven't noticed, Lisa and I are female, the easiest way to tell, is that we don't have a penis, we have a vulva." There was a little nervous laughter, but Marcy didn't hesitate, "That's this area right here." She leaned down and drew an imaginary circle around Lisa's vulva, then around her own. It's not a thing, it's an area of the body. Kinda like an arm, your arm is made up of other parts, upper arm, elbow, forearm, wrist, hand, fingers, fingernails, and etcetera. The vulva on a girl is in about the same location where all of you have a penis. How many of you have a sister?" Three hands went up. "How many of you have ever seen a girl over the age of 5 naked before, not counting us here at camp? Only two hands wet up. "Who have you seen?" Marcy asked one scout.

"My sister, she plays in the sprinklers in the back yard naked."

"And how about you?"

"I've seen my mom sometimes when she goes between her bedroom and the bathroom."

"Ok, so for most of you the other weekend was your first time to see a girl naked."

One scout offered, "I wasn't here that weekend, I just joined the troop, this is my first time."

"Ok, so is any of this scary?"

There were several responses agreeing to an answer of, "No."

"So there are only two kind of people all over the world, boys who have a penis and girls who have a vulva. Are there any questions?

"How can you pee without a penis?"

"Excellent question, boys have an opening at the end of their penis called the urethra through which the urine is expelled. Girls have a very similar opening, but it is inside the vulva and it's called the exact same thing, and it does the same thing. Only difference is we can't point it like you guys can, so we have to sit down to pee.

Another scout put up his hand and started talking at the same time. "My brother told me that girls can have babies, but it takes a boy to make them pregnant."

"That is correct. It takes a boy and a girl who are old enough to make a baby."

"Is it true that the boy puts his pee-pee inside the girl to make her pregnant?"

"Yes, a boy does put his penis inside the girl to make the baby."

"Where?" was immediately asked by multiple boys.

"Inside the vulva there is a second opening called the vagina. The penis goes in it and delivers the boy's sperm. If the sperm meets up with a girl's ovum, a baby starts to grow."

"And she has a baby 9 months later," one scout shared, clearly demonstrating his knowledge of reproduction.

All this talk of sex and babies made both mine and David's penises grow to an enlarged state.

"Why are you and David getting a boner? And why do boys get boners, Michael?"

"Well first of all, all boys get boners, multiple times a day. Does anyone know the proper name for a boner?

The same scout who informed us babies grew for 9 months held up his hand, "My brother called it an erector."

"That is so close, it's called an erection. It get that way when the penis fills with blood," I replied as I deflected the question of why David and I were getting erections at that moment. "So this weekend whether you're naked or not, you're going to have erections. I want you to tell the truth, how many of you have an erection right now?"

Four hands went up, then a fifth, then the last one finally admitted it by raising his hand. Even the 13-year-old admitted it with a raised hand.

"So everyone is going to see each of you with an erection this weekend. How about we get it over with all at once, you can look at everyone's erection, everyone can look at yours, and the next time no one will care anymore, because everyone will already have seen it.

The scout who told us this was his first campout held up his hand. "Won't it be embarrassing?"

"Maybe for a little while, do I or David or Marcy or Lisa look embarrassed?"

"Come on Newts, let's do it" the instructor said leading the way. Next thing all seven boys were stripping their shirts over their heads and dropping their shorts to the ground. One of them pointed towards where the adults were standing, I looked over my shoulder, and sure enough, the adults were stripping too, and they, just like David and I, were near fully erect. The seven boys all had very similar totally hard little dicks sticking straight out. Well, except for the instructor, his wasn't that little and it was pointed up.

"Take a look at each other. Notice how each of you is a little different than the other. Let the guy next to you touch your penis, and you touch his. Each boy took a tentative feel and pulled away. David went up to Mike who didn't have a partner and touched him and allowed him to return the favor. I suggested everybody take a seat on the ground.

We asked more leading questions sometimes getting correct answers we would expand on, and sometime wrong answers or no answer at all and we would correct them or pass on the information. In that manner, we covered the major boy and girl parts of the reproduction system. We decided to show them the inside of the vulva which allowed them to see and touch the vagina, urethra, clitoris, and to slide a finger along either Marcy's or Lisa's labia.

When at last, the questions had died down and we had covered the basics, Marcy asked, "Ok, who's ready for some swimming?"

Mike and David led the way calling for the Newt Patrol to follow them. Mike already knew they could all swim, so he led them to the 4 ½ foot section, diving headlong into the water. He quickly exited and led the way up to the platform, each scout jumping into the deeper water. Soon, not a one of them was sporting an erection any longer, or even caring that they were naked.

The adults stood next to Marcy and I watching them enjoy their new found freedom. "You two were fantastic back there. I didn't really think everyone would go naked, but after the way you handled them, they all went for it.

"What I didn't expect was for you two to join them," I told the leaders, "I think that helped considerably. You know, follow the leader and all. You gave them the confidence to go through with it."

"Yeah maybe, more likely it was peer pressure. Nobody wanted to be the only one different."

"You know, after the patrol that was here last week, the Scouts are already calling this the naked camp, and being here is naked camping."

The 13-year-old instructor sought me out during the weekend for a more detailed conversation than we had with the 11-year-olds. He asked a lot about semen and sex with girls. We moved into our tent to continue the conversation and allowed it to progress well beyond talk. I showed him how to properly put a condom over his penis, and how to put a little Vaseline around the tip for easier entry. I told him about how to lube the hole he was about to entry by using a finger and pushing it in.

"Do you think I could try it?" he asked.

I rolled over on my stomach and spread my legs. Slowly he brought his finger to my anus and spread the Vaseline around. "You need to put some inside too," I reminded him. His finger worked its way through the tightly closed puckered skin. "That's it, now work it all the way around. Now work your finger in and out, but not all the way out." I allowed him to finger fuck me a minute. "Take your finger out and put your penis in. I know you're ready."

He pulled his finger and moved between my legs, I felt his dick press right up against me. "Just press it in slowly; you're really going to like this." He applied pressure and I could feel my anus spreading over his glans. When his glans made it through the constructor muscles, he held himself there. "It's good, go all the way in." I could feel something sliding through me, then his pelvis contacted my gluteus maximus. He was fully in me.

"This feels so fucking incredible, I . . . I . . . Oh my God, I'm cumming!

He shoved his hips into me a few times and collapsed, lying on my back trying to breathe again. I gave him a few moments, and could feel his dick was still as hard as it was when he entered me. "Ok Mike, you're not done yet, come on, fuck me." I pleaded.

Without further instruction, his male instincts kicked in and started his hips in motion, sawing his dick in and out my hole. He went quickly from recovery mode into ravaging my ass in search of another orgasm in about 30 seconds. For his first time, he did a passable job, and dumped a second load in the condom a few minutes later as he repeated the forceful hip thrusts that accompanied his first orgasm. He collapsed again on my back a second time, but signaled he was done by rolling off me to lay on his back next to me, pulling his dick from my ass.

I sat up next to him to continue his training and explained the condom removal, helping him actually take it off his quickly wilting dick. That's when I noticed just how little semen he ejaculated. From two orgasms, there was maybe two teaspoons. From the force of his orgasms, I was expecting a lot more. "So when did you start having ejaculations?" I casually asked.

"Maybe a month now. They were dry till just before school let out."

"Well, you better get out there and find your Newts before they wonder where you got off too. Hehe, get it? Where you got off to?" I laughed at my unintentional pun. "You go first, I'll be along in a few minutes."

There were almost always other nude swimmers at the pond when Scouts camped. At a minimum, Marcy, David, Lisa, and I were there, but frequently some of the other kids from the area would be there too. We camped in our tent which is 30 feet from their cooking area and they would frequently invite us to their meals and campfires. We always attended those nude too.

The scouts really acclimated to nude camping and we became their favorite place to camp. Scouts would take their clothes off as soon as they arrived and only put them on when their leaders deemed them necessary for protection. One patrol tried to play naked capture-the-flag in the woods, but it didn't turn out too well. Lots of scraps and scratches had to be treated. Definitely should be played wearing jeans and long sleeves. But they did have fun.

 

Paying Off the Farm

The day before the 4th of July Uncle John got a Federal Express Overnight envelope. In it was the paperwork containing a very detailed estimated value of each automobile if sold at auction and the value realized after deducting the estimated shipping to get them to Los Angeles for the auction, and deducting all of Sotheby's auction fees and at the bottom the totals. The numbers were more than impressive, some a little less impressive than others.

The next page was an offer from a collector in Las Vegas, Nevada. He listed each car and how much he was willing to pay for it and the box of receipts and any additional parts in the garage.

Uncle John brought the car collection paperwork over to our backyard July 4th picnic. So he could talk with his dad about the offer. The picnic was well under way and Uncle John and Grampa snuck back into the house to spread the papers out and talk it over. "Can I come too?" I called as they walked by where I was sitting.

"Sure, come on, Sport," Uncle John said.

We went in the kitchen and Uncle John showed Grampa and me all the details. He laid it all out for us, possible values if he went the auction route which was more money, or the convenience of the Car Museum in Las Vegas' offer. Most of the offers were about the same percentage discount except for the Model `T' and the Model `A', those offers were only about 40% of the estimated value. There was a note on a page further back in the offer explaining the low offers on those cars was because the museum already owned one of each.

"So what is your problem?" Grampa asked.

"I'm torn, the greedy part of me wants to get the full, highest value, but the lazy part of me likes the convenience of a single sale. I'm also thinking that if I take the purchase offer, maybe I could hold back one of the lesser valued cars, and keep it so I could drive it in the parade we're going to this afternoon."

"How much do you owe on the farm?" Grampa asked.

"Half of the outright purchase offer."

"And what will the difference do for you financially? Will it make you rich? Fund your retirement?"

"No not really, the extra money would be nice."

"How much of your money you got tied up in this collection?

"Dad you know I don't have any money tied up in them."

"Yeah, I know that. I just wanted to make sure you knew it too. I think your eyes have turned to dollar signs. Before you knew the true values, what did you tell me you hoped they would sell for?"

"Enough to pay off the mortgage."

"And they will, but now you're letting the greedy you take over the sensible you and you want more. What happens if there's another 1930's dust bowl and the market for antique car disappears and you end up with nothing?"

"I see your point. So you think I should take the Museum's offer."

"I ain't telling you nothin', it's a business decision you need to make, and I'm just trying to help you see it from all sides of it."

"Ok, thanks Dad. Which do you think I should keep, the Model `T' or the Model `A'?"

"The Model `T'!" I yelled.

"Ok, ok, settle down. I'm going to take the museum's offer, and withhold the Model `T', it's only a few thousand, and it will be fun to have around. And I'll be able to pay off the bank. I'll be able to save a lot of my teaching salary since I won't have a mortgage and I may have income from leasing the land to a farmer, and in 30 years I can retire with a pension from teaching.

"That's a nice dream son, and you've got a good start on it. Say, I think there's some more watermelon, let's go get us some."

Uncle John called the guy in Texas to accept the museum's offer less the Model `T' on Saturday.

On Thursday a big auto carrier, like the one they use to haul new cars around the country pulled up in front of Uncle John's house. He gave Uncle John an envelope with a check in it. The cover letter explained this was the balance of what he would receive; the museum would send a check to Sotheby's to cover their brokerage commission.

The truck backed down his long driveway and the first six cars were carefully winched up onto the carrier.

A second carrier arrived Friday, did the same thing taking the final five cars, leaving just the Model `T' in that gigantic, and otherwise empty garage.

 

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First weekend of the `shelter' project

After the Newt Patrol's campout, the troop leaders decided on another camp improvement. They asked Grampa for permission and he gave it willingly. It required two more work parties over a couple weekends.

The first weekend of the `shelter' project, the Scouts came in and made the clearing around their kitchen area much larger. The leaders used this opportunity to teach the older scouts `advanced axemanship'. Instead of just using chainsaws to take out several trees which would have only taken a few minutes, the Scouts got to actually chop down trees with axes and earn their Paul Bunyan Award, but it took them all morning to get them down. They cleared an area over 4 times larger than its current size. It went from 12' x 12' to 25' x 25'.

After felling the trees, they then chopped them into smaller pieces all under the strict guidance and supervision of the adult leaders and only after building an axe yard, which is a roped off area where someone can't come up behind you while you're swinging an axe. While the older scouts worked, the younger scouts were released to go swim, but again under the supervision of an older Scout who had earned his Scout Lifeguard award and had Lifesaving merit badge.

While the Scouts were chopping wood, a couple of adults were laying out 2" x 4" boards that had been used with cement before. Using some of the naked younger Scouts, and putting on their shoes for safety, removed all the grass and other live plants inside the frame with gardening tools. Then they dug eight holes and placed flat-topped concrete pyramids with steel flanges sticking up. They were carefully placed in specific locations and depths so the top of the pyramids would be 1 inch above the final concrete.

Before lunch all the axes were put away and the older kids got a chance to ditch their clothes and cool off in the pond, the work started back up after lunch, but now everyone had to wear their work clothes. They brought more of that rebar steel rods like they put in the dam and crisscrossed the area where the concrete was going. They brought down a gas powered cement mixer and older scouts using wheelbarrows brought down loads of concrete, gravel, and sand. It was put in the mixer with 1 shovel-full of cement to 2 shovels-full of sand to 4 shovels-full of gravel. A water pump was put in the pond, run by a gas generator to get water to the mixer to get the right consistency.

The mixer was positioned so it could dump the cement into a wheelbarrow inside the frame and for the next several hours watching got boring as the concrete slowly filled the sides of the frame and worked towards the center, then slowly towards the mixer. There were always a few guys standing around with nothing to do, so the Scoutmaster started letting 3 at a time go swimming. We went with them because sometimes, I had to be the supervisor. Each group got to swim for 30 minutes then come back and three more could go.

All afternoon the mixer groaned and tumbled the mixture making the concrete. Things went slower than anticipated but they had to continue. You can't quit pouring concrete in the middle of a job. Gramma and Grampa felt sorry for the workers and instead of swimming, they had 3 at a time came up to the house to have a hamburger, fried potatoes, baked beans, and ice tea for dinner. They worked on into the evening. As the light was stating to fade just before 9 PM they finished filling the frame, one of the adults finished off the concrete, by smoothing it all out to an even, lightly textured surface, then put those little grooves in the concrete which would allow the concrete to crack in those grooves and not just anywhere.

They were all tired and ready to go home. They did clean their equipment, but did not try hauling out the bigger items like the generator or the mixer, they'd come back for those tomorrow after church.

After they left, Grampa came down and wrote in the concrete, Seligman Boy Scout Troop 101 – July 1969.

 

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Increased Attendance

We noticed a significant uptick in the numbers of visitors to the pond. Seems that moms had found our flyers in their kid's stuff, and began organizing trips to the pond. It started out one day with two cars that came in the driveway. Gramma doesn't miss much that happens around the house and watched with interest. They drove slowly down the driveway, then when the spotted the parking sign pulled in. They and a flock of kids ranging from 5 to 10 years old exited the cars and stood there while the moms read the sign on the wall of the barn. They looked around and came over to the kitchen door where Gramma was waiting for them. The spoke for a while and Gramma collected their information. They returned to their cars got a couple folding chairs out and the group headed for the pond.

We were already in the water when they arrived and I didn't even see them coming. I turned around and they were just standing there reading the pond rules sign.

Being the friendly host I am, I got out and walked over to the group, Lisa came with me. "Hi, good afternoon, welcome to Johansen Pond. I'm Michael, this is Lisa, and that's over there is David. We all live here, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask.

"Do we get to take our clothes off now?" one of the little ones asked. Both moms were a little surprised at seeing three naked teenagers (well almost, Lisa isn't 13 yet) standing before them. Lisa not even thinking told the little ones, "Sure you can put your clothes over here," and the littles all followed her. They had come prepared and were wearing bathing suits which they quickly removed even though the mothers weren't yet sure.

"Aah, is there a changing room or something?"

"No, since most everyone's naked we didn't figure we needed one, you're welcome to hang your clothes over any tree branch if you like. The area between the rope and the dam is all 2 feet or less, then it slopes down to 4 ½ feet, then under the platform it goes to 8 feet. We just haven't figured out how to mark the area off yet.

"Are you familiar with the game tetherball?"

Of course, every kid has played it on the playground at school. "Yes, I've played."

"Well the ball has a built in attach point for a rope, you could just anchor several of them around the deeper section with a stake or something and just let the ball float right at the surface. You wouldn't want expensive leather balls just the cheap-o plastic ones they make for the little kids."

That was actually a great idea. We could get six or eight of them, dive down and put stakes in the bottom of the pond. They would mark the area, and we could still swim between them without having to duck under a rope. "Wow, that's a really great idea, any idea where we could find them?"

"There's a toy store in Rogers that carries them."

"That's great, I'll tell the pond safety committee about them, I'm pretty sure they still have some money in the pond fund and could purchase some."

I told Grampa about her idea and his comment was "I like it. Who told you?"

"I don't know her name, she and another lady brought 8 kids swimming today. She said a toy store in Rogers carried them."

Knowing Grampa, he was already planning how to make it happen and figuring out how to anchor them.

The two moms chose to stay dressed but did allow the eight children to remain nude while they swam. After they left, they must have told their friends. The very next day three separate carloads arrived after lunch, but turned out all three knew each other, they were all member of the same women's club at the Methodist church where Denny had taken me to the movie night on my sleepover ay his house.

Six and a Half Million Pounds

I took my big Ben alarm clock to the tent Tuesday night. The next morning was going to be the start of the greatest series of events in earth's history. As a back-up to Big Ben, I asked Gramma to be sure to ring the triangle at 7:20 if I wasn't already there to make sure I could get to the big TV for the launch. I've been looking forward to this launch all year, and today was the day. My model of Apollo 11 was sitting on the TV.

During the night, the alarm fell backwards off the storage box and rolled out under the wall of the tent. I believe it went off on time, but none of us heard it ringing outside. Gramma saved the day and rang the triangle long and loud. I bolted from bed but couldn't find the alarm clock and I took off for the living room of the big house. I crashed the kitchen door at a full run, I stammered an apology to Gramma for being naked in their house and raced to the living room. Thankfully, the TV was already on, it takes forever for the old beast to warm up. The 28" picture was of Apollo 11 still on the launch pad with plumes of white exhaust billowing out from the massive structure. Launch was moments away.

"10, 9, ignition sequence starts, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, zero, all engine running, LIFT-OFF! We have a lift-off, 32 minutes past the hour. Lift-off of Apollo 11."

"Can you imagine that," I screamed and pointed to the TV, "six and a half million pounds!" Apollo 11 slowly lifted off the ground. I took my eyes away from the screen for half a second and noticed Marcy, David, Lisa, Mom, Gramma and Grampa were all there watching. Mom had postponed leaving for work a few minutes so she could watch. We watched till the cameras could no longer see the tiny spec. Mom needed to get to work.

"The rest of you get back down to your house and get ready for breakfast." We were ushered out the back door. Gramma never complained that we had come in naked.

In the back yard, I stopped and looked up; as if I might actually see the rocket, but I knew full well it was way out over the Atlantic, but it gave me a moment to dream about being inside the capsule . . .

We showered, dressed, and Gramma made long, narrow pancakes for breakfast. She called them rocket pancakes in honor of Apollo 11. Chores today were in the barn for a while then across the street to help Uncle John paint his kitchen.

This afternoon was a repeat of yesterday, except this time one carload was from Grandma's church here in town.

Friday was a light day only one grandfather showed up with his two little boy grandchildren. They had a blast too, and he assured me they would be back next week. Friday was his day to watch the boys. He wasn't like most of the moms, he went swimming with his boys and he was naked too. I recognized him too, I think he was at our party last year.

 

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Second weekend of the `shelter' project

Troop 101 came back the very next weekend with lots of lumber arriving early Saturday morning. We were awake and heard them arriving in camp. They started dropping wood next to the concrete pad. Marcy was with us and we got up and went to breakfast. There were more adults running an electric saw in front of the barn, cutting exact lengths of lumber needed to build the roof. While we ate with mom, they removed the frame around the concrete pad. They carried in 4x4s 10 feet and 16 feet long, 4x8s 20 feet long, and lots and lots of 2x4s. The hard pieces to carry was the roof sheeting, 4 foot x 8 foot sheets of 3/4" plywood, and lastly, bundles of asphalt shingles that are really heavy, red ones for the roof that go on top of the plywood. Those had to be taken down in wheelbarrows. I have to give them credit, they worked very hard today they finished the entire dining shelter in less than one day.

The last thing they brought down was a picnic table, the really heavy kind you see in public parks made from 2x8s bolted to two metal tubular frames with more tubular metal supports, it was nine feet long and took 4 adults and 4 scouts to carry it down the trail. There was time left, so everyone went for a swim for an hour before wrapping it up for the day, even the adults went swimming and they weren't shy about letting us or their Scouts see them naked. The adults seemed to enjoy making a big splash from the platform as much as the kids did.

Johansen Pond became a very popular camp spot for Troop 101, with campouts at least every other weekend, sometimes three weekends in a row all summer long. But fall and winter didn't stop them either, that troop camps year-round and continued using our camp through the year, they just didn't go swimming or run around nude much.

July 20th, 1969 Moon Landing

Sunday afternoon I was again glued to the TV. This time my model of the lunar lander was on top of the set. I planned ahead this time so I could comply with Gramma's preference that clothes be worn in the house.

I sat on the floor in front of the TV and watch for 30 minutes without ever blinking. I didn't want to miss a single thing. As the lander approached the surface of the moon the engines kicked up dust. They drifted left as initial contact was made, then Neil Armstrong shutdown the engines. Touchdown was so soft, they couldn't feel it. They landed at 2:17 PM. Then seconds later Armstrong made it official in his call to Houston: "Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed."

I was sitting on the floor crying like some baby, I could barely see the screen.

The crew then began their post-landing checklist and there wasn't much to see. The TV remained on the rest of the day. For the next 6 hours, I remained near the house so I could periodically check the TV for progress.

At 8:30, my ass was again planted in front of the TV, Armstrong was about to exit the lander and become the first man on the moon. At 8:39 he started exiting the lander. He spent some time on the `porch', before making his way down the ladder. At 8:56 PM his left foot touched the moon. "That's one small step for (a) man, one giant leap for mankind."

The videos beamed back from the moon were fantastic and I watched as much as I possibly could.

 

Deep end floats

Mr. Taylor stopped by this morning. He brought us 8 sand anchors. Sand anchors are like big long nails, but also have a helix running around the outside, like a screw, but a lot deeper and less threads. The idea is you twist it into soft ground like sand, or in our case the bottom of the pond, but they're hard to pull out.

Grampa took me out to the barn and showed me ten tether balls, the cheap plastic kind. Marcy's mom knew the toy store well. She was able to pick up the eight we needed and a couple extra. They were cheap, like a $1.39 each. Grampa paid her back out of the remains of the Pond Fund.

When we were released from our chores for the day Marcy and I were tasked to install the floats around the deep end. We had Lisa and David help carry the stuff to the pond. The lady who recommended this solution was actually back today with her friend and the eight kids. She was thrilled we used her suggestion.

We started off with the first float about 2 feet off the shore. It wasn't that deep yet but it was where the slope started. Working on my knees I was able to get the anchor in easily. I adjusted the length of the rope using a knot one of the scouts taught me. The ball floated about half in and half above the water. The next one we put four feet away, the anchor was now in 4 ½ feet of water, so I had Marcy find the edge where the slope began with her feet, then move 1 foot back. Using her leg and having her help hold me down, I held my breath and installed the second anchor. I attached the rope to the anchor and again adjusted the length like last time.

Who knew holding Marcy's leg and having my hands slide up and down it would be so sexy, other than me, I mean. By the third anchor, I had an erection that wouldn't quit. And my hand was `accidently' sliding all the way up Marcy's leg to where it kept bumping into her vulva and allowing me to play with all the wonderful nooks and crannies hidden inside it.

Due to my enlarged condition, I stayed in the water and Marcy would bring the next sand anchor and tether ball out to me. We eventually got all eight balls in place. Both of us were horny as hell by that time, but with about 15 kids around, there was no way to satisfy each other in the pond. Girls have it easy, their horniness doesn't manifest itself in such an obvious physical display. I was going to have to get out of the water eventually, and I've told other kids that erections are a normal part of everyday life, so I should be able to walk across the swim area with an erection like it was no big deal.

"Come on Michael, I'll help you. I'll stay between you and the parents, they're all sitting together, we can do this." She stood and together we walked up on the shore. She stayed between me and the group of moms who had brought the kids to swim at the pond. A couple of the kids saw my protrusion as I came up out of the water and I played it cool, moving across the clearing immediately around the pond. We got to where our towels hung over a branch and I grabbed mine drying off and leaving the towel strategically located to hide my engorged penis. Marcy and I casually walked up the path to the tent, and quickly slipped inside.

We'd been playing sexually for the better part of an hour putting in the deep zone floats, and we wanted each other, more than we could ever remember wanting it before. I fell to the mattress twisting so that I landed on my back. I held my hand up to Marcy and our fingers intertwined allowing me to pull her down on top of me and our lips danced. I kissed her with sweet little kisses as soft as if a butterfly was landing where my lips touched her face. A few weeks ago I introduced her to the Newt Patrol as my girlfriend, but I've never told her.

"Marcy, I love you." There, I've said it. It's out in the open.

"I know you do, I've always known." She repositioned her hips and slipped herself over me. She laid on me with all of her weight as her vagina settled down engulfing my penis and it felt so good having her pressing me into the mattress. Her weight limited my ability to move in and out of her, but that was ok. Too much movement and I would have exploded way too quickly, now the movement was a half inch maybe as I thrust up to her, and just relaxing back into the bed. We laid together like that for 15 minutes. She shifted her weight giving me more freedom under her. "I love you too, Michael."

Oh my god, she loves me, she said it too. She loves me! With my new-found freedom I began thrusting wildly it felt like I was trying to crawl in her vagina. Oh Marcy, I'm . . ." and she clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle my scream accompanying my massive orgasm and ejaculation.

We stayed in out lovers union gently cuddling for a long time. We heard one group walk right behind us as the departed for the day. "I don't know where they are honey, why don't you leave it in their tent." We heard little footsteps approaching the tent. Marcy rolled over to her back and we feigned sleep.

"I found them; I think they're taking a nap."

"Well, they're probably not asleep any more. Just leave it honey. Sorry we woke you, see you next week," the mom called to us. You gotta love those innocent 5 and 6-year-olds, totally unrestrained, and just so damn cute.

When they were gone Marcy and I kissed again welcoming a new phase of our relationship. We were no longer friends/neighbors having sex in a tent. We were a couple and when we had sex we were making love.

When we finally did get up, we found a dollar lying on the bed just inside the tent. That must have been what the boy was told to leave.

I showed the dollar to Grampa. "What's that for?"

"I don't know one of the mom's had her son drop it in the tent.

Later that afternoon, I found another $2.75 on the corner of the bed, I gave it to Grampa too.

"Huh, guess maybe they like bringing their kids here and are leaving money to help out. That's mighty nice of them." That was the start of our "TIPS" jar. Just like the one downtown at the diner. They have a quart jar, people can put money in when they paid their bill and all the waitresses split it up at the end of the shift.

Gramma supplied us a jar from her root cellar, she said it was a pickle jar. It was about 18 inches tall, and 12 inches at its fattest point. Grampa built a shelf for the jar on the side of the jumping platform, and taped a piece of paper on the inside of the jar, POND DONATIONS. He cut a slot in the metal lid and put the $3.75 in it that we received today. We left the jar on the shelf. People started putting a little money in the jar whenever they brought their kids.

 

Chapter 37 –
Neighborhood Swimming at Johanson Pond

July & August 1972

Everyone appreciated the shelter the Scouts built. Parents would bring a lunch and eat at the table then let their kids go swimming, that is, until the water started warming up earlier and you could actually swim before lunch. Then they would come early and take a break for lunch enjoying a picnic.

The hotter days of summer, mostly after the moon landing, brought out lots of people. Some of them were regulars like the two women who suggested the tetherball floats, and the Grampa who brought he two little grandchildren that came the same days every week.

Also using the pond now were some guys from school, not really my friends, more like acquaintances that had received our flyers at school that last week of class. Now that it was the middle of summer were bored silly and looking for something to do, and thought they'd give the pond a try. A couple of them were being assholes, kinda like they were at school, and per Grampa's instructions I let him know about the trouble makers.

Grampa showed up at the pond with a wide leather belt wrapped around his hand, leaving about 2 feet of it hanging down. He called the group of boys over.

Every one of them was wearing a suit as they got out of the water. Their eyes fixed on the strap in Grampa's hand, all knowing exactly what its intended purpose was. "You've been here less than an hour, and already I'm having to listen to complaints about your little group. I got better things to do than to come down here and dole out swats to misbehaving teens. This is private property and I can throw your asses off any time I please.

I'd rather not do that. I'd rather let you enjoy the pond just like all the other residents of Washburn and Seligman. So do you want to stay or not?"

"Stay," was the unanimous reply in near unison.

"Fine, then gimme your suits."

"But the signs say clothing optional, and we want to wear suits," one of the bolder boys objected.

"What part my land, my rules, don't you understand? You violated the rules of common curtesy, and that rule no longer applies to you. Suits off NOW or git."

Two of the less assertive boys slipped their suits off, and with dissention in their ranks, the other four really had no choice, they really wanted to stay. They quickly acquiesced to Grampa's demand. He stood there with his hand out and each boy in turn placed his still dripping suit on his hand. The no-clothing rule is permanent for you six.

"How do we get home?" the ringleader asked in a submissive tone.

"Your suits will be up in the kitchen of the big house where you signed in. You did sign in didn't you?"

They all shook their heads, too afraid to speak.

"Well come to the back door when you're ready to leave, you can sign in and pick up your suit from Gramma.

I kept an eye on them the rest of the afternoon and they acclimated just like everyone else did, soon no longer caring they were naked. I talked with them later, really the first time I had spoken to any of them even though I had gone to school with them a whole year. They turned out to be ok, the two bigger guys had a tendency of showing off for the rest of them. Now that we know each other, maybe we'll be friends. Gramma said they were very polite and friendly when they went to the house to sign in and pick up their suits. They even apologized for their behavior.

Several organized church or neighborhood groups would show up with 4 or 5 cars or trucks and as many as 20 kids. Another trend we noticed was the moms. At first all they did was bring the kids and watch from their chairs, some would knit or crochet or cross-stitch till it was time to go. Then some moms started wearing suits and getting in the water with their kids.

One day the mom who broke the ice of actually swimming with the kids and got the other moms swimming too, stood, took off her modest one-piece swim suit, and walked into the two foot deep section were her child was playing with a bunch of other kids. She joined the group of kids and sat in the middle of them. She became their new favorite attraction and had almost every kid crawling or climbing on her. She called for help and a couple of the other moms took their suits off and came to her rescue. Over the course of the next hour the other moms in that group joined in baring it all and playing in the water nude. Even a couple of the older kids who usually hang out in the deeper 4 ½ foot section gave up whatever game they were playing to join their younger brothers and sisters in playing with their moms.

After that day, word spread that even adult nudity was entirely acceptable at the pond. Which of course was true. It was never unacceptable; it just took a while for the adults to gather up their courage. Mind you, it wasn't the Grandpas and Grandmas that were going nude, it was the younger parents of mostly children who were 10 or younger.

In the old swimming hole, I had a little spot that allowed my body to lay submerged in the water with my head resting on the bank. I missed having that and being able to lay in the water and watch what was going on around me, so one day I brought a shovel down with me and went to work. I chose a spot on the far side in the shallow section right near the rope separating the next deeper section. I didn't want it as deep as the rest of the area so I dug back into the bank.

I made it about a foot deep with a little mound just under my butt, to keep me from sliding down into the deeper water. I laid it and relaxed I looked down, I was completely covered. I remember how Lisa would come over, sit on me, and have sex with me without anybody else knowing. Well, just thinking about that made me hard. When I looked down again, I had a periscope sticking up out of the water.

I got up, grabbed the shovel, and went back to work; I kept the shoulder area the same, but lowered where my butt would be another few inches and tapered in between. I laid back in the alcove, and made myself hard to verify I wasn't sticking up. All was good and I reached up over my head to where I had carefully located the condom packet, opened it, and slipped in on my dick under water. I squeezed it from the tip down to expel the excess water, and called to Lisa who was on the opposite shore.

It took her a moment to find me with only my head and some of my shoulders above the water, but when she spotted me she got that cute little shy smile and took the circular route walking across the top of the dam before stepping back into the water. She came over to where I was and stepped over me. I held the lower half of my shaft steady as she sat down, my penis entering her on the first attempt, making her movement from standing to sitting on me seamless.

I watched the cluster of moms on the opposite side of the dam as Lisa moved into place. Not a one of them gave any indication that they knew what we were doing. It made me realize that it had been a long school year, we had gone from having sex multiple times a day last summer to only once or twice a week while we weren't camping.

"Hi," she said as she bottomed out on my pelvis.

"Welcome back. Did you forget mom's directions to always make sure David or I am wearing a condom when we do this?

"No, I was wondering how this was going to work, till I saw the open package in the grass. I assumed you put it on."

"Well you're right this time, I planned ahead."

"I figured I could take you the other way, till I saw the wrapper, you made it easy for me."

I kept glancing over at the women but nothing there had changed, I would just need to be careful and not move too much. I tried a couple small pushes up against her. I also pushed a thumb up under her hood and played with her clitoris. She made her little `oh' sounds. "You can't do that Lisa, no noise, they'll hear us." She got real quiet and using her hips helped move our bodies in unison to a mutually satisfying conclusion that resulted in both of us having orgasms. No one noticed a thing.

We sat there a while and just talked, my erection waned and was ready to exit anytime its captor was removed. She finally got up and we talked some more and she casually walked off. I got up too, grabbed the shovel and widened the alcove enough for Marcy to lay next to me. This was actually at Marcy's request. I had her come over to try it out. She laid down first and tried it out, she asked for an adjustment to the bump below her butt. I reduced it a couple inches and she liked it that time. I laid next to her. It was really nice she reached over and grasped my penis in her hand. She didn't do anything else, just held it. "Yeah, this is going to work just fine." I was able to reach over and had unlimited access to her vulva. She was right, it was going to work out great.

Missouri Mules Patrol Nature Campout

This was the last of the three patrols to schedule their first weekend campout. They've been here helping with the campsite clearing, and some for the Shelter project, they just hadn't been here for an overnight. This was the `Missouri Mules' Patrol. They were the older scouts in the troop, except for the top boy leadership and were 13 up to 15. Some had been in scouts since they were in cubs at 8 years old.

They hiked in, well, most of them. One boy had injured his ankle at summer camp and couldn't walk the 7 ½ miles, so one of the parents dropped him and the patrol equipment off and would come back Sunday to pick him and the equipment up. Which also allowed them to bring their heavier bulky cooking equipment, which the injured scout insisted that he carry down from the truck to the shelter. He arrived about an hour before the rest of the Missouri Mules.

It was blazing hot today, somewhat normal for a Missouri day in late July. They rest of the patrol showed up hot and sweaty. The patrol leader had them sit their packs in the dining area and simply said, "Let's swim." Clothes flew every which way and seven, naked, sweaty guys and one leader raced for the pond, joining their 8th early patrol member already in the middle section of the pond. They quickly escalated to the platform for the biggest splash competition.

While eight kids tried to dunk each other, the leader got my attention motioning for me and Marcy to come over to where he was sitting. We walked over and he asked us to sit. "The assistant scoutmaster of the Newt Patrol, told me you two did a really good job talking with the 11-year-olds about sex last month. What kind of a presentation do you have for this group, the 13 to 15-year-olds?"

"Um, we don't really have a presentation; we're just supposed to intervene when we see a situation develop. All we did with the Newt Patrol, was answer a few questions."

"Well whatever you did, both adults said you were fantastic with the boys. Just out of curiosity, who taught you how to do that?"

"That was my mom, sir, she's a nurse in Pediatrics and Urology and also works in the Obstetrician & Gynecology departments at the regional hospital in Rogers," Marcy answered.

"Well these boys need an intervention. Last month at summer camp, I overheard them sharing information that was, maybe 25% correct, and I didn't hear one correct body part name, just the ones they've picked up at school from friends."

"Proper body part names are one of the things Marcy's mom taught us and always encourages us to use. We could do something if a conversation got started and they asked questions."

"Oh, that could work, I'm sure I can get that conversation started."

"Is there anything you feel might be off-limits? I mean we've been told to keep our answers to an age appropriate level."

"With this age group, I don't think anything isn't age appropriate, among other things, they were trying to discuss when it was safe to have sex with a girl without a condom."

"Ok, when do you want to do this?"

"How about tonight after dinner? They're just having a light meal tonight. Then after you're done we can have a campfire. I'll get things started then leave to go put up my tents, and let you guys talk."

"Ok, we're good with that. We're having dinner with our Grandparents tonight, but we'll come down immediately after that."

"When I see you coming I'll get everyone together and get the conversation started for you.

At dinner, we told everyone what the scouts wanted to do tonight. Mom already knew as the leader had talked to her already. She reminded us to try and keep our answers simple.

"I don't think simple is gonna cut it with this group, they were trying to discuss when it was safe to have sex with a girl without a condom." We went back down after dinner and the Scouts were just finishing setting up their tents.

The leader saw us and called for everyone to gather back up at the shelter and to have a seat around the table.

"Something that most Scouts don't understand is how easily, in the stillness of the night, voices can travel and you can be heard from a good distance away. Last month while we were at summer camp, one evening after lights out, you all had a conversation in which you shared with each other your combined knowledge of sex."

"Wait, you mean the whole troop heard that conversation?" the patrol leader asked.

"No, voices don't travel that far, but as your Assistant Scoutmaster, I was camped close enough to be able to hear every word of it, and sorry to say, very little of your information was accurate. Now I know that's not your fault, it's a lack of proper education. The Scoutmaster and I discussed it and decided we needed to do something about your incomplete understanding of reproduction.

"So that's what we're going to do right now. You all know Michael & Marcy and David & Lisa, as the hosts of the pond, Michael, David and Lisa lives on this farm, and Marcy lives on the farm directly behind this one. Marcy's mother is a registered nurse in Pediatrics, Urology, and Gynecology at the regional hospital in Rogers and for Marcy's whole life has been taught the true facts about the human body and reproduction.

Michael was also been taught by her and together Michael and Marcy have shared that knowledge with David and Lisa. They have been tasked by the Pond Safety Committee to intervene when they feel sex education is required.

"We've asked them to talk with you guys tonight. They don't have a presentation, it will be more of a question and answer session. I'm not going to stay around, I'm going to be up at the house, and I'll come back in an hour or so. If you finish up, get the campfire laid and you can go swimming for a while too." His tent was already up, so went to his rent, dressed, and walked up the trail.

As he disappeared up the trail, eight sets of eyes turned to Marcy and I. "Hi guys," was all I could think to say.

"This is so weird," one of the boys said, "you're younger than me."

"You think it's weird for you sitting there, try standing up here, naked in front of eight naked boys." That brought a good laugh.

"I thought we could start real simple. I know guys like to use different names for body parts and your leader said at summer camp he didn't hear one correct body part name, so we're going to start with the boy part names. Who wants to be the model? David's hand went, and it was the only one.

I had David sit on the table with his legs spread between two rows of four boys, Lisa was sitting on the far end of the bench, and Marcy standing at the opposite end. I stood behind David and let him lean back against me.

I could tell the guys were getting a little uncomfortable, and erections starting to materialize. I had the guys scoot down closely as they could so they could see David's parts. I reached around David and pointed out the parts called out its proper name. I had them repeat it back to me several times till they got accustomed to saying the word. My touching David gave him an erection and I explained that condition's name and explained the physical aspects of how they happen. I even pulled David's legs up and showed off his perineum and anus.

I did notice that every one of the guys had at least one hand under the table and they appeared to be holding their own penises.

After naming all the parts, I did a test. I pointed to a part and let them call out the name. I went over them a few times till every part was correctly identified.

I helped David off the table and asked Lisa to take his place. She figured that was coming and was crawling up on the table as I was asking her to do it. She flopped over on her butt and spread her legs. The guys got completely quiet.

She laid against me and the guys, for the most part, were gazing up close at their first vulva. Marcy took my place allowing Lisa to lean against her. She started in the reverse order as I had done, electing to show the similarities of boys and girls, when it came to their anus and perineum.

Marcy ran her hand over Lisa's tummy and stopped on the little mound of flesh above her vulva explaining that was the Mons pubis. Marcy was taking things very slowly, she allowed each boy to feel her Mons. Next she covered Lisa's puffy lips with the slit between them and explained that this next term was not a part, but an area of a girl's body called the Vulva.

"Don't you mean vagina?"

"No, the vagina is a specific part within the vulva, I'll show you that soon. As she is laying here, I can show you the first part, these two puffy lips on either side of her slit are just that, commonly called the outer lips, their real name is Labia majora or in English major lips. And when we look inside," she paused while Lisa reached up and pulled open her vulva for all the boys to see," this pair of inner lips are the Labia minora."

"Can we feel them? Please?" begged one of the 13-year-old boys.

"Lisa, I'll leave that question up to you."

"Thank you for asking first, yes you can touch just the lips for now as long as your hands are clean. When Marcy gets to the other parts, you'll be touching them at that time."

After their first touch of Lisa's vulva, the guys were no longer concerned that someone might see their erections, every one of them, including me, had a major erection. They were all leaning in with rapt attention to see what was next.

I interrupted, "This looks like an excellent opportunity to take a little break, maybe relieve those erections then wash your hands and come right back. Ok?"

They didn't say a word; they just took off in all different directions, each badly needing to masturbate himself with some degree of privacy even though everyone knew what everyone else was doing. They didn't go far just out into the woods as far as they could get before their orgasm caught up with them, releasing their semen on the leaves, then a stop at the stream to at least, get a good rinse of their hands in the water.

David and I didn't even try to hide; we just stepped to the edge of the shelter, stood side-by-side, and masturbated into the dirt. Standing there next to him made me realize how big he was getting. He used to just come up to my chin, but now I was only about 4" taller. My dick is still bigger too, and I out shot him for distance too, but not by far.

Lisa and Marcy just stayed at the table, Marcy confirming what she was going to cover and if it was ok for the boys to touch those parts. Lisa didn't object to the boys touching her anywhere, all in the name of education, of course. One reply included that if they touched her clitoris right, she could probably orgasm for them. Lisa asked for her pillow from her bed and I retrieved it for her.

They all returned, some no longer erect, some probably could have cum back-to-back, but all were ready to proceed. Marcy resumed explaining the interior of Lisa's vulva. Each boy took his turn exploring Lisa's labia, there were no jokes, no comments, just a little nervous laughter. Every boy was fascinated by the female reproduction system.

Marcy covered all the external genitalia hidden within the vulva, each part explained, then explored by each individual boy. She had just finished the vagina and allowing each boy, after wetting his finger, to explore the depth as far as his finger would go. They finished up just in time, it was beginning to get dark, but the boys had questions, lots of questions. The assistant scoutmaster had come back down the trail and stood off to the side waiting for a break in the action and finally interrupted, breaking it up for the night.

He had the boys go and prepare the campfire. He thanked us for our willingness to be open with them and share the information. Then asked how it went. We explained what we had covered tonight was what we would normally cover with 11 and 12-year-olds, and how much more there was to go for their age group. He decided that their planned educational instruction tomorrow could be replaced with our subject matter instead, if we were willing to continue.

He started chuckling and I looked confused, "I'm sorry, our subject for tomorrow was Nature Merit Badge, so it looks like we're still going to be working on Nature, just not the parts of Nature the BSA expects us to cover."

We were invited to have breakfast with them so we could get an early start, to which we readily agreed. David volunteered to go up and tell Mom we'd be eating breakfast with the patrol, and I asked him to bring back a new box of condoms from the dresser.

The campfire that night was fun, they made apple pies over the coals with a thing called a Toas-Tite. You butter two slices of bread, put Comstock apple pie filling between the slices butter-side out, then close the Toas-Tite over it and trim away the excess bread. They laid it on the coals for 5 minutes per side. They weren't Gramma level apple pies, but they were surprisingly good for Boy Scout food. We sat around the fire and a Scout asked how a girl gets pregnant. His older sister was pregnant and wondered how it happened.

That launched Marcy off into a conversation about girls and their menstruation cycle. So instead of ghost story around the campfire, Marcy relayed the story of the female menstrual cycle. For some that may have been as or more scary as a ghost story.

There were more questions after she finished her explanation, mostly about the process, but one boy went back to the earlier conversation, "When you showed us Lisa's clitoris you said touching it makes the girl feel really good, but what is the purpose of the clitoris."

Marcy got to tell him its sole purpose was to provide a girl sexual pleasure.

Finally, the assistant scoutmaster sent them off to bed when the fire finally burned out. He sprinkled some water over the coals and wished us a good night too, and again thanked us again for sharing.

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After breakfast, no one asked them or told them, they just again took seats around the picnic table in anticipation of what subject was next. Before we could start, one spoke up. "I have a general type question. If two guys on a sleepover, or on a campout like this, were to . . , well . . , you know . . , end up touching each other's . . . penis, does that make them queers or just gays?"

"First of all, those terms mean the exact same thing, queer is just a derogatory word for gay. Do I look like a queer or a gay?" I asked, staring at the kid who asked the question, but was addressing the whole group. There was a chorus of "Nos" from the group. One even expanded on his answer to include that I had a really nice girlfriend. "Well what about the times David and I have played around in the bedroom?"

As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted saying them, having just admitted to eight guys that I've played sexually with my brother. If this were to circulate around school, David and me would never be able to show our faces there again.

So I continued trying to lessen the impact of my slip, "Does two 6-year-olds playing doctor mean they're gay? Does playing `you show me yours and I'll show you mine' mean you're gay? No! There's two different things here. If a boy is gay, it means he only likes other boys, doesn't, and never will, like girls; but, if he also likes girls he could be bisexual. At our ages, it just means we're curious. Who the hell knows who we'll turn out to be.

"Marcy's mom taught us that whether you're gay, straight, or bisexual it's not a choice, it's just who you are, but figuring out who you are, takes time, years in fact, and will only come after you've had a chance to try difference things. If now, you're attracted to another boy, so be it. Have a good time. In five years you may find girls more interesting. So relax, have a boyfriend, have a girlfriend, see which one fits you better, and don't get so hung up on placing a nametag on in.

"When we were growing up, most boys used to think girls had cooties. Now as we've gotten older, cooties aren't so bad, and maybe neither are girls. Girls may even be more interesting now. We're all growing up here, gay or straight, we're discovering that sex is fun, so don't be afraid to have some fun, but you need to do it safely, and that's why I brought these, and I set the box of condoms in the middle of the table.

The next half hour Marcy and I, as best we could, verbally shared some of the horrible pictures Evelyn made us look at in the books from her office. We described penises that had turned black and grotesquely swollen from disease, some that split open on their own from not being treated. We also tried to convey the hardship of teen pregnancy and that it only took one sperm cell from the millions released in each ejaculation to make the girl pregnant. Even if you pulled out at the last minute some sperm could find its way back inside and lead to pregnancy.

Then we discussed safe sex and helped them put on a condom, showed them how to set it on top and roll it down the shaft, all the boys had been hard since breakfast so we told them to go ahead and jack off in their condoms. This time, there was no embarrassment or walking off to do it in private, they just sat at the table sliding their hand up and down their shafts till their balls gave up their teenage cream, which became caught in the end of the condoms they each wore. David and I did it too, we needed the release as much as they did.

One of the 13-year-olds was having a hard time with his condom being upside down, so Lisa helped him get his condom in place properly then jacked his dick for him making him the first to cum, the rest weren't far behind.

When everyone calmed back down and could breathe normally again, David took one side of the table and I took the other and showed them how to remove their condom and tie it off. Marcy had remained at the head of the table and directed the whole thing, kinda like an announcer at a baseball game, explaining the process as we went, at the end admonishing the boys not to flush their condoms, because everyone had cesspools, but to use the trash or other manual disposal. We collected their used condoms in an empty milk carton from breakfast. I particularly thought that choice was appropriate.

It seemed like a good time for another break and we all went swimming.

After break the same kid who asked about gay activity, asked if I'd ever had sex with another boy. They must not have figured out when I slipped about playing with my brother that included sex. I admitted that I had, my first time, back in New Jersey when I was 11.

Then they wanted to know how it all happened. So I retold the story, the fall retreat, cabin 4 initiation, Robert and Jesse (you can read about it in Part 1 chapters 2, 4, and 5), and later, with Armando (in Chapter 5). I left out the details about having sex with Pastor Jim, but told them about Karen and having my first female sexual encounter at 13 (in Part 1, Chapter 8).

That night the boy who asked about the gay issue came to our tent and asked if we had a pen he could borrow. I got it out of the supply box. Handing it to him, I told him to use spit or a little soap and water to make it slippery. He was in the site nearest our tent, and we could hear two distinct voices vocalizing the sensual pleasures of their owners for an hour after they took our pen back to their tent.

After our successful discussions with the 11-year-olds in the Newt Patrol and the more extensive discussion with the 13 to 15-year-olds in the Missouri Mules Patrol, the Show-Me Patrol of 12-year-olds was scheduled for a similar session with us on their next campout.

Sunday morning the guys who borrowed our pen returned it. "Thanks for loaning us your pen. We washed it with soap and water this morning, it was quite useful, but we didn't use it very much."

"Oh?" I asked.

"Yeah, after we figured out how good it felt, we moved to other things that were long and hard, but a little bigger, soap worked on them too. Thank you for yesterday, it's nice to know that doesn't make us queers.

"Yeah," the other one said, now I just have to convince Becky to let me have sex with her."

"I still wouldn't tell anyone, the bullies out there will use it as an excuse to pick on you and call you a queer," I said as I reached into my storage box putting the pen away. My hand exited the box, but brought out the box of condoms. I took one out handing it to the Scout and reminded him, "Don't forget to use a condom with Becky, you don't want to become a father at your age."

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Thursday was an amazing day, one of the best days ever. Well at least in the sense of the F100 truck and me. Grandpa was working under the hood of the stake bed, the rest of us were doing our morning chores. Grampa went to the house to use the phone, when he came out he yelled for me. I was just around the corner, and I think I surprised him when I appeared so quickly. "Whacha need Grampa?"

He tossed me the keys to the F100. "Need you to go to the auto parts store in Seligman to pick up a part I just ordered. You know the dirt roads to use to get there?"

"Yes Sir!" I exclaimed.

"You stay off the highways for now. Its seven miles each way, I expect you back in an hour, there and back, no detours, no sightseeing, no stops along the way.

"Yes Sir!" I exclaimed.

I ran to the barn, my heart was going a mile a minute. I checked the seat adjustment, the side mirrors, and the review mirror. I started it up and checked the gas gauge. Knowing it hadn't been driven in a while, I let the engine warm up like Grampa showed me. I pushed in the clutch, pulled the floor stick back into first, gave it a little gas and let the clutch out slowly. I eased the truck out of the barn and around the stake bed, and down the driveway.

Here I had no choice, I had to take the highway to the dirt road I needed. I checked for traffic both ways, then checked again and eased out on the road. I sped up, and shifted into second, then third just in time to down-shift to make the turn onto the dirt road. I even remembered my turn signal. The whole time I could feel grandpa's eyes watching me.

After rounding the corner I was quickly out of sight, I suddenly felt all alone, but that feeling was replaced with one of freedom. I put my left arm out the open window and let the air rush over it. I kept my speed at 25 miles per hour (40 KPH).

The road I was taking was a pretty direct route that paralleled the highway directly into the heart of Seligman and the supply store was at the north end of town, I parked alongside the store and turned the truck off. I'd made it. By myself!

Inside I was greeted by a friendly man that looked familiar. "Hello Michael, how was the drive? I got your Grandpa's part right over here."

"I know you, don't I? You look very familiar."

"I'm Kevin's dad, from Troop 101, I helped build the outhouse at your camp by the pond. Kevin's going to be out there this weekend.

"Will I be seeing you out there too?"

"Nah, not this time, just the patrol and the Scoutmaster, someone's gotta keep the store open. I put this on your Grandpa's account, so there's no payment right now. Here you go. Have fun with my boy this weekend!"

I got back in the truck and started it up again. I rechecked all the mirrors and eased out onto the road. I drove around the block to head back the way I came. I arrived home in less than the hour allotted and successfully backed the truck into its parking space in the barn.

"Thanks boy, good job," Grampa said.

 

 

Show-Me Patrol Nature Campout

As Kevin's dad had promised, the Show-Me Patrol showed up the first Friday night of August for another `nature education' weekend.

The Show-Me patrol is the 12-year-old group of Scouts. Friday night with them was basically a repeat of last Friday's assembly with the older Scouts to discuss body parts, but as we got into it with six giggling boys. We decided to stick with the wonders of boys' bodies and leave the girls for later. Lisa was hugely disappointed.

Marcy detected a reluctance of the group to open up in front of two girls. So she made an excuse and she and Lisa went down to the pond to visit with a few other neighbors who were there.

Once they were gone, even I could see the collective relaxation of the naked group of boys who were now more willing to participate in the discussion.

We started going over the boy parts giving them correct names, when I allowed them to feel David's penis just after starting, Kevin gave him more than just a touch, he held David's penis between his thumb and first two fingers and actually stroked up and down his shaft a couple times. "Where did you learn how to do that?" I asked.

"My sister did it to me once when she accidently walked in on me when I was taking a piss. It was really awkward for a few seconds, me standing there holding my dick, and her staring at me. Then she moved right up behind me and reached around and rubbed it for me. It got hard and she stopped, then she told me if I kept doing that, I would get some really good feelings. She left me alone standing at the toilet, I was done peeing, so I rubbed it like she did. It took a couple minutes, but then it started feeling like I was going to pee again and that feeling kept getting stronger and stronger, and all of a sudden those feelings just like flooded out of me, but nothing actually came out, just this explosion of really good feelings.

"How old was your sister?" one scout asked.

She was 17, I was 11. I've rubbed it like that every day since, sometimes more than once. A couple weeks ago, when I got the good feelings, something did come out my dick. It wasn't pee, it was kinda white and instead of a stream, it came out in a couple spurts. And now it does that every time I rub it."

I explained to the group that what Kevin just described, rubbing your penis was called masturbating, the really good feeling at the end was an orgasm, and when he shot the white stuff out, that was an ejaculation of semen. "Does anyone else ejaculate?" Two other hands went up. "Does anyone else get the good feelings Kevin described when they play with their penis?" Two more hands went up, only one boy had never enjoyed the experienced or as it turned out, even attempted masturbation.

I went back and finished naming David's parts and allowing them to feel the ones they could, and I requested that from then on, that everyone uses only the correct names. "No more calling it a dick, Kevin."

I noticed that all six of them were erect even the boy who'd never orgasmed.

"So going back to Kevin's story, some of you do and some of you don't yet produce semen. Semen is a mixture of male body fluids from a few different places. The most important part of the semen is the sperm which comes from the testicles, but not all that much of it is actually sperm, the rest comes from other glands up inside you near the bladder where your pee is stored. When your body matures enough and is able to ejaculate, all of those places work together to produce the liquid that squirts out. That combination is called semen.

That's how I began our discussion on puberty. Once we had covered the parts a 12-year-old was interested in, I moved the conversation over to the process of getting the semen out. For 12-year-olds, that was masturbation.

I decided to demonstrate masturbation. I asked Keven if he would mind being my demonstration victim. "We're going to do this for the benefit of the three boys who have not yet had an ejaculation, so Kevin, would you sit up here on the edge of the table please?"

With Kevin on the end of the table, I sat on the bench to his right and had the three newbies, stand directly in front of him. The other two scouts, though more experienced, still wanted to watch and moved to a better vantage point behind the three.

I reached up with my right hand and took control of Kevin's penis. I explained that how you held it, or how tightly you hold it is all personal preference. I showed them several grip types. I told Kevin that he could remain seated or if he preferred he could lay back, whatever he wanted. What I really wanted was to forget about using my hand, but to lean over him and take his cute little dick in my mouth and suck that newly produced semen from the source, but that wasn't what I was supposed to be teaching.

I began stroking Kevin's penis. It had been fully hard for quite some time and he was already fully aroused, and as soon as I started on his dick he laid back on the table, his hips joined in thrusting up, keeping time with my hand.

I suggested to the three boys in front of me that they join in, and all five of them, in unison, each grabbed their own penis and began pounding it while watching Kevin writhe on the table. The virgin, having never done this before, copied my style with Kevin.

Kevin was very vocal, and more so as his orgasm neared. He didn't tell me was about to cum, but I read all the signs, he let loose an "aaahhhhh," his hands grasped the side of the table, and his butt came up off the top surface, his feeble ejaculation was only a few drops, but his orgasm was an epic. I was able to catch his drops in my left hand.

Our virgin masturbator, as it turns out, was only a virgin because he didn't know any better. He ejaculated as Kevin was giving up his, but unlike Keven, his was a much more copious quantity of semen that shot everywhere, including on Kevin's legs. He turned to his buddy next to him and shot a squirt right on the poor kid's abdomen which then ran down on his groin. He felt weak in his knees and needed to sit down.

While everyone was occupied with their own body, I took a quick swipe of the droplets in my hand with my tongue, licking up Kevin's stuff which, as I suspected, was sweet like David's when he first started ejaculating.

The kid who got squirted on and his friend both managed dry cums that were completely satisfying as much as a dry cum can be.

The two in the back showed they had done this before, as they cummed they turned to each other and blew their semen on the other's stomach on purpose. I immediately suspected they had played together before and in fact were tent mates on this campout.

When I had let go of Kevin, he, still lying on the table, took over control of his own penis and brought himself to another cum which I didn't see. David did though, and swooped in to lick the dribbles off his abdomen.

Our two non-ejaculators didn't lose their erections, and I suggested that they have another go at it. They both were able to have another orgasm and sat back down on the bench to rest.

By the end of our session, all six had orgasmed at least once. Several had more than one orgasm. Only two boys had dry cums, and interestingly they were not the youngest of the group although all were 12. Three boys ejaculated knowing exactly what was going on, and one ejaculated for his first time, with his first orgasm, on his first attempt at masturbation, his comment after some recovery time, was, "Why didn't my parents tell me I could do that!"

I gave everyone some time to relax and allow penises to relax as well, then had the patrol leader take his members to the pond to rinse off the residue. What I actually told him was to take his patrol swimming.

David and I followed them down and I found Marcy and pulled her away from the neighbors who had come out on a beautiful Saturday. I was holding a towel in front of me and I told her what had transpired and that I hadn't cum yet. Her immediate reply was, "Oh, you poor boy. What am I to do with you?"

I made a suggestion and Marcy took my hand and led me up the trail to our tent. She opened the storage box and came out with a condom. She kneeled in front of me and gently put it in place. I pulled her back to standing and we kissed passionately for maybe 15 seconds and I lowered her to the mattress.

My urgent need to cum was overriding my normal willingness to take my time and prepare Marcy through natural means for a coupling, But she realized how incredibly horny I was and thankfully suggested I use the Vaseline. I applied some to her vaginal opening and some to my condom wrapped glans. At least I was patient enough to gently press my penis in her accepting vagina.

"Come on Michael, fuck me," she whispered in my ear, and that opened the flood gate. I began rapidly pounding against her. "Harder Michael! Really fuck me," she encouraged.

Oh my god, Marcy had never talked this way to me before. My arousal level soared and the harder I fucked. I was using my whole body to pull out and jam back in. Each thrust inching Marcy across the mattress. I'd been erect for like an hour already and watched six 12-year-old boys masturbate and cum all over each other. It caught up with me. One final push to press tightly against Marcy's mons, and the stars aligned and the symphony of my internal reproductive glands all sang in perfect unison and at their crescendo, my ejaculate was released.

My eyes were closed but I was kissing Marcy anywhere I could reach, and rope after rope of semen was trying to enter her to make a baby, but was failing, making it only as far as the condom would allow. Inside her? Yes, but confined in a rubber jail.

Marcy was not to be denied either, somewhere along the way she orgasmed too, softly allowing herself to scream into my shoulder to stifle her noise.

"Could you move over?" came the request from David. His need had become almost as urgent as mine and had convinced Lisa to accompany him to the tent for a quick one.

They stood there, in the entrance of the tent, David already wearing a condom that Lisa had put in place. We had been selfish and taken up the middle of the bed. David and Lisa had waited patiently for us to at least finish our orgasms before asking us for some room.

David took up a position lying on his back, his penis proudly pointing at the ceiling of the tent. Lisa straddled him and lowered herself on his 13-year-old manhood, much like she does to me in the water. My mind went back to that night a year ago, when Lisa and I lost our virginities together in the exact same position.

When she was firmly seated on his pubis, instead of leaning forward to raise off him sliding up his shaft. She simply grinded her pelvis on him around his pelvic area. Not an in and out motion at all, it had to be giving her intense pressure inside her vagina.

David cummed too quickly and quickly went back to limp ceasing Lisa's pleasure, so David, being the consummate partner, rolled them over and wiggled his way down and went back to work teasing Lisa's clitoris with his tongue and brought her to her release.

When we came out of the tent a few minutes later, there, around the table sat six scouts patiently waiting for us, grinning ear to ear. Apparently, they could hear us, after all, they were only about 30 feet away.

"Were you guys having sex?" one asked. There always seems to be that one boy in every group that isn't afraid to ask questions, who's willing to try things and be first in line, and who's isn't restrained by social norms.

It seemed like now was a good time to go back to just answering questions. "Yeah, you guys all had orgasms, it was our turn.

"But with girls?" another asked.

"Yes, this time."

"What do you mean, `this time'?"

Marcy leaned over and whispered, "I'll leave you boys to handle this." She took Lisa back down to the pond.

Another scout answered, "Boys can have sex with each other, you put your penis in the other guys butt."

"That's how queers have sex."

"Hey, I'm not a queer," the scout defended himself. "It's just my brother."

"You have sex with your brother?"

"No, he has sex with me sometimes."

"He is correct though," I said. "or you can put your penis in a girls butt if she'll let you."

Would you like to try it? You can do it with me." David offered.

The uninhibited Scout, immediately raised his hand, "I'll try it!"

I really hadn't planned on going that direction, but now the offer was already accepted, there was no going back. I tried to retake at least some control. "Ok, you can all do this if you want, but just long enough to put your penis in and feel what it's like.

David ran back to the tent to get our Vaseline and spread a small amount on his star. He laid on one of the benches with a leg on either side. The boy who offered to try stood behind him at the perfect height and moved up to his anus. His penis was hard and sticking out, almost quivering. As he touched David's anus he simply thrust forward, no warning, no finesse, he just pushed in. Good thing David was using a good lubricant.

Nature never fails, and he started pelvic thrusts as he lay on David's back. I gave him about 15 seconds, pulled back on his shoulder and pulling him out of David.

"Did you notice how quickly he put it in? A more considerate partner would insert himself more slowly. Ok, who's next?"

The boy who allows his brother to fuck him said, "I'll go I want to see what it is my brother likes so much." He replaced the first boy and took my advice about entry speed. He gently pressed in, then laid forward. He didn't move for a moment then his hips did what came naturally when the penis is in a warm hole. I gave him the same time and pulled him away.

"Isn't that fucking awesome?" The first test subject asked the second.

"Oh my god, that felt so good, a lot better than masturbating. I'm gonna make my brother let me do that to him if ever wants to do me again." #2 replied.

"Any more want to try?" David asked.

One of the boys who was not producing semen asked, "Can I try even though I don't ejaculate?"

"Of course you can," David replied, "it'll feel almost as good. Michael, don't stop him, let him finish."

#3 straddled the bench and presses his hard 3 inches in David's rear and laid on his back, he too responded and his hips naturally took over. As suggested, I didn't stop him after a few seconds but allowed him to continue. I explained to the rest of the group what was going to happen and they all watched. He reached his orgasm in less than a minute and tried to drive his penis out David's belly button. He, of course, collapsed on David's back while his body recovered from its exertion and ultimate release.

"What would happen to his semen in David's butt? I mean if he had semen."

"Nothing really, some might leak out, but the rest would just come out next time he took a shit."

The other three boys didn't take any convincing to give it a try and all six were addicted to anal sex with only one getting to orgasm. There no further mention of any queer or gay acts or of being queer because of them. As it turned out, David's offer was genius, allowing them to discover that they enjoyed sex with boys, and that didn't make them queers or even gay.

"What's that slippery stuff David but on his anus?" one asked.

He showed the jar of Vaseline, and I explained it and other options, like hand lotion. Then mentioned things to stay away from, like Vicks which comes in a similar container, but would burn like hell if inserted in the rectum, or entered the urethra.

We had covered a lot in just the morning, boy body parts, erections, masturbation, mutual masturbation (discussed, but not practiced), and anal sex. It was now lunch time and the Scoutmaster magically reappeared walking down the trail.

While the boys prepared lunch, the Scoutmaster, David and I discussed the day so far, what we had covered and what we had skipped. He requested that we circle back and cover the girl parts and how to keep from getting a girl pregnant. Actually he said "I don't mind them fucking each other, hell that's safe sex in my book, but they need to know the dangers of fucking girls. I know some of them are producing by now. They don't need to go and make a baby."

"Yes sir, four of the six are. Can I ask you a question sir?"

"Sure Michael, what is it?"

"This is our third session with your troop and most times the adults disappear during the discussions. Why is that?"

"Michael, in the Boy Scouts, the one thing a leader can't do is appear to do anything inappropriate with the scouts. We don't discuss sex with them, it just seems inappropriate. We also disappear so that we don't influence their participation or questions. If someone complains about the sex education, we can claim we didn't know they were talking about sex, keeps us off the hook with the parents. We'll have a discussion before we get home about keeping some things private.

We're even taking a risk allowing them to come to a clothing optional camp, but the kids love it and I think it's healthy for them, and it was the parent's idea.

Now that we've built the KYBO and the shelter, we'll be here a lot more often even in the winter when it's too cold to swim.

"What's the KYBO?

"Oh, didn't anyone tell you? It's the outhouse or the latrine, KYBO is an acronym for `Keep Your Bowels Open'," he said with a laugh.

I sought out Marcy and Lisa and told them my plan to go back and cover the girl parts after lunch and that I would use Lisa to try and make it as unthreatening as possible. We went up to the house to have lunch with mom. It's Saturday au natural, so we didn't have to dress for lunch.

We went back after lunch and as soon as we appeared, the scoutmaster took off for the barn and Grampa's company. Marcy went home as she had work there that needed doing.

"I talked with your Scoutmaster before lunch and he wants you to understand girls a little better, so Lisa is going to help us whether you like it or not. There was a little squirming but not like this morning when they were both here. Lisa climbed up on the table and laid there like she had for the Missouri Mules patrol. So it was me pointing out the girl parts instead of Marcy and it guys went with it. It was a repeat of our previous girl parts talk with the boys touching everything. They did a better job of inspecting her clitoris and Lisa actually had an orgasm as the sixth boy vigorously rubbed it. They were fascinated how a girl orgasmed, kinda like the boys who didn't make sperm yet. They wanted to try putting their penises in her vagina when we discussed that part, and I told them `no', that we didn't want her to get pregnant and showed them her anus as an alternative entry point.

Their request allowed me to move the discussion to sex with girls and pregnancy and how to avoid it. We finished up everything the scoutmaster suggested by 1:30 so I turned then back over to their patrol leader. My timing was perfect as two families were just showing up taking their younglings to use the pond. Seeing my sister laying on the table while having her vulva examined by six Boy Scouts would have been challenging to explain.

After that summer of 1969 and before I went to college, we only did an organized presentation for the Newt Patrol, and it actually became a polished presentation. The patrol was usually on their first campout or very near to it, but we always did it on their first time naked camping at naked camp. The other patrols didn't need it, they learned from their older Scout or just by watching. Any new Scouts who recently joined as an older boy, would sit in with the Newts.

Marcy and I were always around too, and frequently one or two would come to us and ask a question. Not always, but those questions sometimes ended up being answered in our tent. Marcy's mom kept us in a never-ending supply of condoms. And Marcy and I had a never ending supply of inquisitive partners wanting to advance their sexual education for when we wanted some variety.

When the Show-Me patrol was in camp, David became the biggest consumer of our condom stash, till we found out from the town doctor, through mom, that sexual diseases were non-existent in our area in the under 16 age group.

One interesting observation, when Marcy and I graduated from High School we were 18, but the Newt Patrol members were still 11, the Show-Me Patrol was still 12, and the Missouri Mules were as always 13 to 15.

 

 

Chapter 38 –
Labor Day 1969

September 1969

Marcy spent the majority of her nights with us. Sometimes she would go home in the mornings, but more likely than not, she let herself get assigned to chores like the rest of us. She said she felt like she needed to, since she was eating so much of our food. I didn't mind, I loved having her around.

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Labor Day was once again upon us. Remembering what Mom did to us last year, I warned everyone that we might be awakened early by her wanting to go swimming with us.

Once again, we were still asleep when Mom yelled: "Good morning campers. Let's go for another Labor Day swim!" I think she's trying to make this a family tradition. Something like her version of a Polar Bear swim.

We put on our best happy faces for Mom's benefit and with fake glee, joined her in the trip to the pond. She took off running just before we got there yelling, "Come on!" She launched herself from the bank in a pretty good shallow dive into the 4 ½ foot deep water.

I decided to take another route to inflicting the frigid temperatures on my body. I choose the platform figuring I would get it over with quickly. I knew I would be thrust into a state of shock, with my heart stopping but hopefully an automatic restart would kick it back into gear.

I'm young, I can do this. At the top of the stairs, I yelled, "Cannonball" and leapt into void, knowing I would be engulfed by the frigid waters below. I waited for my brain to receive the information of the temperature differential, and for it turn that into shock, stopping my heart, but it didn't come. I had forgotten a simple fact of physics, that a larger body of water, with a lower percentage rate of water turnover, would not lose as much heat overnight. The temperature while slightly chilly, wasn't that much colder than it was in the afternoon.

My splash was applauded by Mom, accompanied by, "Nice splash!"

David, Lisa, and of course Marcy dove in following mom across the pond and back. "Now I want to find my little friend Froggy," mom announced and headed for the rocky area we had rebuilt to give them and the small fish a refuge. I dog-paddled over to my alcove and took up my position, Marcy followed me and settled in next to me in her seat. She reached over and grasped my penis in her hand and I reached over and played inside her vulva. David followed mom to help her capture one of the elusive frogs, but Lisa circumnavigated the pond and ended up standing, straddling my legs.

"Hi."

"Really, with Mom here?" I asked.

"It's a tradition. We started it last year."

She held out her hand and opened it slowly revealing a condom, recently removed from its wrapper. I thrust my hips upward pushing my penis above the water, revealing Marcy's hand still wrapped around it. Lisa dropped down and as Marcy released me, she expertly placed the condom over my glans and rolled it down.

While she was doing that, I looked over at Marcy, "Did you have anything to do with this?"

"After the story about last year, I only reminded her to take a condom, and suggested she take it out of the foil pouch before leaving the tent. You know, kinda hiding the evidence."

I dropped my butt back down and Lisa scooted up directing my penis in her vagina as she did. After reaching full depth she relaxed and just sat there a while. We looked over at Mom and David who were on the trail of our elusive frog population and paying no attention to us. Lisa began her subtle movements. She leaned forward riding up and down my shaft. She scooted back and forth across it and from side to side, whatever felt best to her at the moment.

I kept one hand busy in Marcy's vulva, alternating between rubbing her clitoris and plunging my middle finger up her vagina. My other hand played with Lisa's clitoris some, but moved to my mouth to remind myself to be quiet. We couldn't afford any outbursts alerting mom.

Having sex with Lisa with mom just across the pond, heightened my sexual level. It wasn't like mom didn't know we were having sex, she was fully aware of it, but she had never seen us actually united and in the act as we were at this moment. So doing the deed, with her right there made it seem more urgent that we finish quickly. It didn't take me very long but I had to help Lisa finish with my fingers.

 

 

Chapter 39 –
The 1969
End-of-the-Year Party

Sept 1969

School was starting soon. Uncle John had already started going to the high school getting his new classroom ready for students. Marcy and I were entering the 9th grade at 14 ½ years old.

Our first day was approaching at Seligman High. I had a choice, take the bus, or ride with Uncle John. He volunteered to pick up Marcy as well. I choose the bus, I could sleep an extra 20 minutes and still sit with Marcy and visit with some of my other friends on the bus.

The first ride to school, most everyone on the bus knew Marcy and me. Almost everyone had used the pond at least once during the summer, most more than once. It was only some of the junior and senior students who didn't know us, but just about everyone had heard about our pond.

As soon as we started back to school, our school-night campouts ended. Friday and Saturday nights were still available as long as the weather remained good, but it also heralded the time for another End-of-the-Year party, and this year was gonna be huge!

The party was Mom's thing, something she had been looking forward to, but quickly realized it had outgrown her capability to organize it properly.

The list of families that Gramma had recorded of people who came to swim was six pages long. Mom started making calls by contacting the women who had organized groups through the church women's organizations. An party organizing committee was formed including the Scoutmaster of Troop 101.

Flyers were made and distributed. The church groups pledged their tables and chairs from their churches, in addition to the ones Gramma and Grampa's church would allow us to borrow.

The Scoutmaster volunteered the Scouts to provide service. They would help set up and take down the tables, and chairs, provide parking control, and since many scout are closet firebugs, they took over the evening bonfire promising an actual program. He promised that the boys would wear their Scout shirts when not swimming. They would provide lifeguards and host a water carnival for the swimmers.

When they reviewed the sign-in sheets, they realized there were over a hundred family names. That meant they were expecting 300 to 400 people for the party. Granma's realization was that she couldn't make that many sloppy joes, but she promised to make enough to feed the Scout troop a lunch for all their service.

The schedule would remain pretty much the same as last year, starting at 2 PM, clothing-optional swimming till the potluck dinner starting at 5, then more swimming till dusk when the bonfire would begin.

Our services as guides at the pond wouldn't be required this year, the kids can show the parents the way if they don't already know, but it was recommended that if we were at the pond, that we could welcome especially the adults to the pond.

The Scouts were great, they arrived early and started putting up tables and chairs. They made the decision that more room was necessary and set them up in our `front yard'. It really was the right decision, the house is set back from the road about a hundred yards providing much more space in front than in the back. We had our few games for the back yard.

In the side yard next to the house were more tables for the food that would arrive. Cars could arrive, drop off their food, and proceed to parking along the fence, at least until that filled up. Then we parked them two deep, but requested the second row of drivers leave their keys in case we needed to move a truck if someone had to leave. Grampa let them build the bonfire in a corner of the front too, only a small amount of the grass would actually burn. The Scouts ran a hose out to the fire just in case.

The Scouts also set up the campsites as if they were camping there, so everyone could see what a patrol camping in the woods looked like, but actually the tents were empty, displays only.

At lunch, Gramma had 40 plates with a sloppy joe sandwiches, chips, an apple or orange and a selection of cold soft drinks ready for the scouts and all the other workers.

When people started arriving just before 2 o'clock, the scouts assumed their assigned positions. Scouts helping remove food from cars, then directing them to the Scouts wearing reflective orange traffic control vests so they could park.

There was a constant stream of people moving between the front, the back and the pond. The adults tended to wear street clothes when near the house. Down at the pond some wore their clothes, some wore swimsuits, some were naked. The kids were less concerned with their attire. While technically, only the pond was clothing-optional, the youth didn't make that distinction. It was very common for young kids to be naked in our front yard. Something we didn't even do. Till now.

Mrs. Taylor showed up early with Mark and Billy, Mr. Taylor showed up later, but he had brought his boss, the County Commissioner for Barry County. He wanted the man to see where a few county assets had been allocated.

During the party the Scoutmaster of Troop 101, showed Grampa a detailed map his group had drawn up of the woods. It showed the stream and the pond, the shelter and the KYBO, it had our tent site marked Host Camp, and the other sites built by the scouts. Even the two campfire rings were on it. It was so detailed, every tree with a trunk bigger round than 3" was shown proportionally from just a dot on the map to a small circle indicating a larger tree. Next, he showed Grampa a second map, on it were clearings for additional tents clustered into three clearings. He explained the existing sites would be used for adults and youth leadership, and the new sites were to accommodate all three of their patrols. They showed trails connecting the sites to the central shelter.

Grampa asked about the need for additional shelters, and the Scoutmaster explained they would use a concept of central cooking where a `duty-patrol' was assigned per meal, and cooked for the entire troop.

With 10 acres of woods, Grampa needed no additional encouragement. Four small campsites in 10 acres was but a tiny portion of the land he didn't use anyway. He gave his permission and the work started the next weekend.

The Scouts, being conservators of our environment went about clearing the minimum space required. Not one tree over 2" in diameter was removed, most of the woods remained unchanged except when games of Capture-the-Flag were played, even then the damage was minimal.

Now the entire troop could camp together at the Johanson Pond Troop Camp. They did nude camping in early June right after school let out, July, August, and September, then regular camping in November, January, March, and May. The June outing for the Newt Patrol was, for many of them, their first outing and was when they were given their introductory sex education. They also had their weeklong Summer Camp at the council camp in early June. The Scouts, like any other resident of the area were always welcome to come for the day to swim, and most did several times a month when it was warm and especially when it was hot.

The other positive thing that came out of Troop 101 camping with us, is that boys from Washburn were exposed to Scouting and several joined the troop.

As the day of the party wore on, I noticed our tip jar was filling up. And not just with change and dollar bills, there were a couple $5s in there too, but also there were slips of paper, notes from parents expressing their thanks for allowing their children to swim. The children themselves wrote some of the notes.

As it was beginning to get dark we heard the triangle ring. That was the signal to shut down the pond and get everyone to come back to the front yard for the bonfire. The Scout lifeguard blew his whistle as well, like we hadn't heard the triangle. It seems all lifeguards love asserting their authority.

I hadn't seen Uncle John all afternoon, except for a brief time at dinner. He pulled in the driveway in his Model-T with three children riding along. He had been giving Model-T rides all afternoon and the kids (and a few adults) were loving it. He took them to what generously could be call downtown Washburn then circled back. He dropped off the last group then drove back across the street and parked in his driveway.

Uncle John and I snuck away from the festivities and went back down to the pond. The moon was out, and away from the fire and other lighting, our eyes adjusted to the darkness, which wasn't all that dark. We walked down the path single file till it widened out just before the camp. I walked next to him and held his hand as we walked the rest of the way to the pond. There in the moonlight we took off our clothes together. I had seen him naked a couple of times, once in this a car park, when he took a shower in the open-air shower, but that was at a distance and I could see little details.

Now as he lowered his boxers just a few inches away, I got to see him up close. He was beautiful. His penis was longer than mine, bigger around too, but I'm still only 14 and still growing. It was plump, but still hung down in a gentle curve over his scrotum. His balls hung down too, the bottom of his scrotum was slightly lower than his penis. I was staring and he let me.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and took ahold of his magnificent appendage and it began to enlarge and harden in my hand. I leaned in and opened my mouth intending to swallow him whole, but he stopped me. "No son, that's something a father and son were not intended to do."

He took my hand and pulled me back to my feet. I was hard now as well and standing near vertical.

"Are you saying that you're my father?"

"I'm 99.9% positive. I just can't prove it." He pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead. Remember when I told you about Howie, how we had sex with each other between girlfriend?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"When your mom became pregnant, Howie had a girlfriend, and I didn't. I couldn't have sex with him, so I was having sex with your mom, and I don't remember anyone else who could have at that time."

We stood there a moment thinking about what he just explained. "I love you son." We rocked back and forth. I felt like I was meeting my father for the first time.

Our hug was not intended to be sexual by any means, but our erections were rubbing together as we stood there hugging in the moonlight, and me being a horny teenager, after a short time shot my semen up between our bodies. Dad did and said nothing, just continued to hug me. Holding me up actually, as my knees tried to buckle from the intensity of my orgasm.

I broke the silence, "I'm . . I'm sorry . ." Dad cut me off by kissing me on the lips, just like any other loving father might kiss his own son. "Nothing to be sorry about, you're a teenager with an erection. I know what that's like. Fortunately, we have this large bathtub right next to us." He let go of my shoulders and side-by-side we walked into the water. He dropped down in the middle section so the water was up to his neck. "You'll have to excuse me, but I need that same kind of release." I watched his face since it was the only thing above the water. His head bobbed about as he masturbated himself underwater. His eyes closed and he arched backwards forcing his face to look upwards, his mouth fell open and a long moan came up from the depths of his body, then he became still. Recovery time, I guess, his eyes open and looked at me staring at him. "What, your mom never told you that ALL boys masturbate? I'm a boy too, you know."

"Of course she did, but it's hard to imagine my father masturbating."

"Well, I guess now you don't have to imagine it."

I laughed with him over his comment "But I didn't see anything. You might have been faking it."

He reached over and dunked me. "Race you across the pond." He had a head start, but I easily caught up and we swam alongside each other. With the water flowing over my body I realized I wasn't erect. I had watched my dad jerk off, and didn't get an erection. Must have been the cool water, yeah, that's why. We swam across and turned towards the stream, then turned back to where we started avoiding the floats for the deep end. We exited the water and picked up our clothes and walked up the trail to shower in the guest house, only dressing again after drying.

The bonfire was still going when we got back to the front yard. The Senior Patrol Leader had been acting as the master of ceremonies and the scouts were still doing skits and leading songs.

When the fire finally started dying down the Scoutmaster took his turn up front. The crowd was still about 250 or so people, some of the children were still naked, squeezing as much naked time as they could into the day.

"The end of every Scout meeting, I'm allowed to stand up and make a few announcements and sometimes share some tidbit of wisdom that may give the scouts something to think about.

"I'll spare you the tidbits of wisdom, but as a personal note, this has been one of the best community activities Troop 101 has ever had the opportunity in which to participate. There were almost 400 people from our two communities that came together today for a joint celebration of friendship and swimming. Together, they brought enough food to feed an army.

"I like to take this opportunity to recognize a few people who made this all happen. We should thank the Women's groups of our three churches for their organizational skills in getting us all here, for having us so well fed, and for having tables and chairs in place for our use.

"I was told the pond project began shortly after last year's much smaller party. The Pond Committee formed, then transformed, with their donations and hard work, a small swimming hole in a stream, into the pond you've been able to use all summer. I'd like the Pond Committee to stand please."

They stood at their seats and waved to the applauding crowd.

When the applause quieted down, he continued, "Mr. Taylor would you introduce your guest to everyone?"

Mr. Taylor's guest rose to stand next to him. Getting up from his chair was difficult as he was holding a very sleepy and very naked Mark Taylor in his lap. He shifted Mark to his hip and continued to hold him.

"This is our County Commissioner Mr. Johansen. He is the son of Doc Johansen and a descendent of the original Johansen family that owned this very farm and for whom it is still named. This is my boss. There was another round of polite applause for our elected official.

"It gives me great pleasure to attend this community event. You folks are an example of what communities can and should do. It was the county's pleasure to make a few small contributions to this overall project. And don't believe for a moment that I'm Jim's boss. I simply make sure that he gets to do whatever he says needs to be done. I'm very glad we had the resources that allowed the county to help out in a small way."

"The next group that formed," the Scoutmaster continued, "was the Pond Safety Committee, who came up with the rules and enlisted the help of our Pond Hosts to intervene whenever less than appropriate activities occurred. Let's have the Pond Safety Committee stand and give them a round of applause. Mom, Evelyn, Mr. & Mrs. Hunter, and again Mr. plus Mrs. Taylor stood to a round of applause for their efforts on behalf of all the children.

"A very special thank-you goes out tonight to our Pond Hosts. Michael, Marcy, David, and Lisa, please stand and let's give them a big round of applause." We got a standing ovation from the Scouts and most of the other kids still in attendance.

"Lastly, and most importantly Gramma and Grampa, who are the current owners of this fine property and without their permission and tireless work, we wouldn't have this pond or this opportunity to gather tonight." This time the entire audience came to their feet applauding and whistling like crazy. They even made Gramma blush.

"As you depart tonight, please don't forget to take your leftovers or empty plates home and any other personal items like chairs, or towels, or small children. Again, I'd like to thank the First Methodist Church of Seligman, the Seligman Southern Baptist Church, and Holy Name Catholic church for the loan of their tables and chairs. The scouts will be at your disposal tonight to help load the tables and chairs on your trucks so you can get them back to their respective churches for services tomorrow.

"Also, I have been informed that any dishes you may happen to forget tonight, will be available for pickup tomorrow here in the front yard.

"Now I'd like the Scouts of Troop 101, to please come down front for our closing." The Scoutmaster had specified that the Scout were to wear their Scout shirts for the closing. He would need to be more specific in the future. All of them were wearing their scout shirts, but about half weren't wearing anything else.

Please stand for the Scout Vespers song. If you know it, please join in. The troop began singing in their own boys' choir of untrained voices:

"Softly falls the light of day,
as our campfire fades away.
Silently each scout should ask,
have I done my daily task?
Have I kept my honor bright?
Can I guiltless sleep tonight?
Have I done and have I dared,
everything to be prepared?"

"Now may the Great Master of us all be with us till we meet again," the Scoutmaster repeated in a modified version of the Scout benediction.

"GOOD NIGHT ALL! SEE YOU HERE AGAIN NEXT SEPTEMBER!"

With the closing everyone started moving at once. Chairs and tables were folded up and carried to the side yard where they were to be loaded on the trucks. Families gathered up their members, waking some of the elementary age kids, the younger ones simply carried sound asleep to their cars. Food and empty plates disappeared from the serving tables. I was kinda sad to see all that really good food leave. Cars started pulling out of their parking spots with the older Scouts controlling their movement and that of the pedestrians.

This year David and Lisa managed to stay awake for the entire evening and when everyone was at last gone we carried the forgotten left-overs into the kitchen. Gramma and Mom packaged up all the food into containers or Zip-Lock bags. We were going to have enough leftovers for a week. Finally, Gramma decided we had done all we were going to do for the night and good-nights were said.

Marcy and I went to my bedroom to take off our clothes. David and Lisa were still naked, headed directly for camp. We brushed our teeth and slipped quietly out the back door. We must have taken our time, because as we approached the tent, the amorous sound of sex were emanating from within the canvass. Marcy and I joined the copulating David and Lisa on the mattress. Marcy laid next to Lisa and engaged her in some French kissing. I kneeled behind David and spread his butt cheeks apart and licked his crack with special emphasis on his little puckered hole. It was harder than normal to hit his moving target, but with some perseverance, I was able to push my tongue in his butt. I used his movement to allow my tongue to fuck his muscular butt, while he was energetically having sex with his little sister.

They had actually gotten good at having simultaneous orgasms, but not this time. The extra stimulation in his anus made him explode early, and he slumped down, exhausted, on top of Lisa. I rolled him off to his part of the bed. He complained, "But Lisa hasn't cum yet."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of her for you."

He almost instantly fell fast asleep. His still-sheathed penis lying comfortably on his leg.

Only slightly adjusting my position, I went to work on Lisa's clitoris. Her hips went into overdrive as she worked herself up to a crashing orgasm of her own. Her kissing with Marcy slowed, then stopped as she too fell asleep after a long busy day. Before we moved to our side of the bed, I removed David's condom so it wouldn't leak out onto the bed, and cleaned the excess semen from his dick with my lips. I tossed the condom out to the front porch of the tent.

"Mission accomplished captain," Marcy whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

"You put them both to sleep. Now it's our turn for a little fun."

Our lips locked and our bodies came together, contacting from our nipples to our toes. My dick became fully erect again and pressed against Marcy's thighs. She lifted her top leg and my dick sprang up against her perineum. She trapped me there by lowering her leg.

"I can feel your heartbeat between my legs," she told me.

I could feel it too as my penis throbbed with every beat of my heart.

"I can feel your precum dripping on the back of my leg."

"You mean my Cowper's gland pre-ejaculate emissions?" I said trying to bring a little medical humor to the conversation.

"Well, I see someone was paying attention when my mom explained that part."

We resumed our tongue wrestling, cutting off our conversation. It did not stop my leakage on her inner thigh. Eventually, Marcy pulled her hips back releasing my penis enough for it to slip up to her vagina. My precum continued to drip, but now was lubricating her vaginal opening. As we continued to make out, our bodies made small involuntary movements. Each movement allowed my self-slickened penis to penetrate slowly into her self-lubricated hole. There additional precum lubricated the next half-inch.

I have no idea how long we stayed at each other lips, but eventually we realized our hips were again pressed together.

"Now I can feel your heartbeat inside me." I had no reason to doubt that. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I'm sure through my penis as well, which was now fully inside the young woman I loved. "Make love to me," she asked / pleaded / demanded, all in one simple comment. We had been lying side-by-side this whole time, but now Marcy rolled away from me forcing me to roll with her to remain inside her. I was now on top, our lips still kissing, our tongues still seeking each other's tonsils.

I pulled my hips back slightly and broke the friction between us and began sliding out, then back in freely. My movements brought pure ecstasy to both of us as we moaned in unison. We started out doing the long stroke slow in-and-out but the longer we made love the faster we went. We pawed over each other's faces and ran our fingers through each other's hair. We kissed lips, noses, ears, anything our lips could reach as the rubbing of my plug in her socket ratcheted up our desires to reach our climax. Our hands fondled anything they could reach, breasts, backs, buttocks, and anuses, anywhere they could gain a hold however briefly. Marcy's hand sometimes worked in at the top of her vulva to stimulate her clitoris to help her climax along. I could feel the changes in Marcy's body as her climax approached as she could feel the tension in my body as it prepared itself for the expulsion of my life-giving seed.

"My God, I love you," I cried.

My brother and sister slept through the whole thing.

 

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