Date: Tue, 31 May 2022 16:54:17 +0000
From: aboycandream <aboycandream@protonmail.com>
Subject: Scoutmaster Secret Part 1 [gay adult-youth]

Scoutmaster Secret Part 1
by Boy Dreamer

Matt Loveson was looking forward to a VERY exciting week in the
mountains. And it wasn't just the magnificent vistas and the fresh air he
was anticipating. As Scoutmaster for Cub Scout Troop 6969, he was also
very much looking forward to furthering the...education of the boys in
his care. Especially the newest member of his troop, 9-year-old Ricky
Smallwood.

Ricky had moved to town with his single mother the day after his ninth
birthday. She had enrolled him in the local Cub Scout troop, and every
other extracurricular activity she could think of, as soon as possible.
Getting the boy out of her own selfish hands was pretty much always her
top priority, but Matt wasn't complaining--he was quite happy to have a
chance to get his own hands on the sweet boy. Preferably before the lad's
Little League and Soccer coaches got ahold of him. "Nice guys," he
though, "but a boy's cherry really belongs to his Scoutmaster. I mean, if
his daddy isn't around." Matt didn't mind sharing his boys, but he was
always interested in being "first," and with any luck he'd get to be the
one to introduce Ricky to sex education. The upcoming mountain camping
trip was just the time to do it.

It's no wonder a line of local pederasts was forming; Ricky was a
stunner. At just about four feet tall, he was still a touch small, even
for a 9-year-old. His slender frame was almost delicate--and quite
delicious looking. His soft skin was totally hairless. When he wore
shorts, which he did often, he showed off the creamiest, most molestable
inner thighs Matt had ever seen--and he had seen a lot of hairless boys'
inner-thighs in his 13 years as a Cub Scout leader. There wasn't a hair
in sight south of the boy's eyelashes--just like Matt liked it! The boy's
sandy brown-blonde hair was cut short; his blue eyes shone with a
combination of innocence and an eagerness to please that made him even
more attractive. The boy was clearly hungry for male affection--most boys
are at that age, but especially boys like Ricky, who had grown up without
the attention of a loving daddy to "shepherd" his development over the
years. His round face was graced by bright blue eyes, a button nose, a
dusting of freckles, and the pinkest mouth imaginable--he was a very
pretty boy. And while Matt hadn't yet gotten to see Ricky out of his Cub
Scout uniform, he had high hopes for what the rest of the lad's
vulnerable little body would look like once exposed in the lantern glow
of the tent he planned to share with Ricky up in the mountains.

Matt was a specialist in providing needy young boys with male affection.
He'd grown up in scouting himself--from Cub Scout to Eagle Scout--and had
of course been taught ALL the requisite lessons by the succession of
local dads and older boys who'd supervised his journey into manhood. He
was grateful to every last one of them--like Ricky, Matt had grown up
without a father, but his Scoutmasters had always been there for him, and
he was happy to pay it forward as soon as he could. After college, he
returned to his hometown and eagerly volunteered to work with the same
Cub Scout troop he'd grown up in. And shortly after he turned 30, he'd
taken over Cub Scout Troop 6969 when the previous Scoutmaster (who also
happened to have been Matt's first Adult Friend) had--very
reluctantly--retired.

Matt genuinely loved scouting and he genuinely loved the boys, in all the
ways they needed to be loved. Educating, mentoring, and caring for them;
teaching them valuable life skills; nurturing them on their journey to
manhood; and teaching many of them ALL about how the male body works and
how much fun it can be: for Matt, it was all tied up together. To him,
regardless of what the outside world might think, adult men sharing with
young boys was an incredibly important part of life. It set the boys up
for success and, best of all, it was extremely pleasurable for the boys
and the men. A win-win all around, in other words.

Every last one of the boys he had educated over the years had loved the
experience. To a curious little Cub Scout, getting attention from Matt
was everything the little lads craved. Now 35, the man had always worked
to stay in decent shape; his physique was far from perfect, but his
hairy, masculine frame was muscled enough to arouse the...appreciation of
the boys. With his dark hair, dark beard, dark body hair, and biceps and
quads that filled out his Scoutmaster uniform very nicely, Matt's mere
presence had many of the boys in his pack feeling inexplicably excited
even before he began his "hands-on" educational program.

And Ricky had been no exception. The first time he'd met Matt, when his
mother had dropped him off for his first den meeting, he'd been
fascinated by the man's body--especially his hairy legs and the way his
Scoutmaster shorts showed off the man's thighs and even [blush] a very
big bulge in the zipper area. The boy kept sneaking little glances, which
Matt, with his keen eyes, of course noticed. At one point, while they
boys were working on a craft project, Matt had leaned over Ricky to show
him something and had put his hand on the boy's right shoulder; he could
feel the way Ricky tensed up and drew in a sharp breath. "Very
promising," Matt thought.

He'd told the boy to stay back for a minute at the end of the meeting to
ask him a few questions; and he was satisfied with everything he learned.
The boy had no father at home and a mother who was clearly uninterested
to the point of being neglectful; but he also found that Ricky was
intelligent, polite, docile, and very much excited to be part of the
pack.

"Well we're so glad to have you here, little buddy!" Matt said as he
wrapped up the conversation. Tousling the boy's hair, he said, "And I
think you'll have lots of fun and learn lots of new things with us. Fun
guy stuff, you know?"

Ricky really didn't know, but the way the man had tousled his hair, and
the idea of "guy stuff"--whatever it was--had awakened his sweet little
penis, which began to tent his short Scout shorts. Matt noticed but
didn't say anything; he knew to take things slowerly. He'd merely given
the boy a permission slip and supply list for the camping trip,
instructing him to ask his mother if he could attend.

The answer was a foregone conclusion, of course; Ricky's mother was happy
to get rid of him for a week and barely asked any questions. "A total
bitch," Matt thought--but he was always thankful for the neglectful ones.
They never asked a lot of questions and their sons were usually that much
more in need of Matt's loving attention.

So she dropped Ricky off for the camping trip at the appointed time two
weeks later and didn't look back. The boy was all Matt's...just like he
liked it.

So their entourage headed into the mountains; Matt, his young
assistant--an Eagle Scout named Mike who'd just graduated high school two
weeks ago--and fourteen delicious little Cub Scouts. Mike had been a
favorite of Matt's ever since the man had started volunteering as
Scoutmaster after coming home from college. The high school lad had
learned A LOT from Matt over the years: not only what it was like for a
Cub Scout to get to know his Scoutmaster very well, but also how to teach
some of the boys himself when the adults were too busy or tired to
"handle" things the way the boys needed. He was also very much looking
forward to the week ahead, and although he deferred to Matt as having
first dibs on Ricky, there were enough eager young boys in the troop to
satisfy his needs many times over.

By pre-arrangement, Matt and Mike had agreed on sleeping arrangements.
Matt would be sharing a tent with Ricky, of course, while Mike would be
paired with a very loving eight-year-old named Johnny. The remaining
twelve boys would be paired off for the own sleeping bag adventures at
bedtime. Matt and Mike did not initiate every boy fully into their secret
games--some of them had parents who were way too nosy--but everyone knows
what randy little lads get up to in the dark when they're alone together.
Even the most skilled mathematician wouldn't have been able to count all
the dry little boygasms that would be happening that week with or without
adult supervision.

On the way up to the mountains, Matt was able to start laying the
groundwork for the week ahead thanks to another little arrangement he'd
made with Mike, who'd be driving the other thirteen boys to the campsite
in a van while Matt took Ricky in his own car.

"There's not room for all of us in the van, buddy--you mind riding
shotgun with me and keeping me company?"

Ricky was nervous but thrilled; he squeaked out a little, "Sure!" and
Matt knew why he was excited, even if the boy didn't: exactly the kind of
situation that made Matt's pederastic cock stand at attention. This was
going to be fun!

He didn't pull over and molest the boy on the way to camp, of course. He
planned to take things at least a little slowly. So, at first, man and
boy chatted innocently along the way, with Matt asking Ricky lots of
questions about his life and where he'd lived before moving to town.
Ricky was over the moon; he'd never spent this much time alone with an
adult man before, and no one had ever showed this much genuine interest
in him. Naturally shy, before long he found himself chattering away as
Matt listened and responded to the boy as if he actually cared about what
he was saying. It was so cool!

Of course, the whole time, Ricky was also sneaking shy little glances at
the man's lap. He couldn't help it--he was fascinated by the man's body
hair. And his muscly thighs. And the way the man's shorts got
all...bunched up in the crotch area. Was it getting warm in there?

As they approached the mountains, Matt finally started to shift the
conversation in a new direction.

"So, buddy, you haven't been camping before, huh? Anything you're excited
or nervous about, Ricky?"

Ricky, without realizing it, was starting at Matt's crotch again; he
snapped back to attention.

After rattling off a list of things he was looking forward to--campfires,
s'mores, swimming in the lake--he trailed off a little bit. Matt sensed
he was now thinking of the "nervous" part of the equation.

"Anything you're a little worried about, buddy? It's OK to tell me. I'll
try my best to make you feel better. You're going to have a GREAT time, I
promise."

So Ricky, biting his lip for a moment, said, "Yeah...there are a couple
of things I'm a little...nervous about..."

"Fire away, little man! Tell me how I can make you feel better."

"Well...I just hope...for starters...I hope the boy I share a tent with
isn't...mean or anything. Since I'm new. And haven't been camping
before."

"Oh, nothing to worry about there, Ricky! Since it's your first time,
you'll be sharing a tent with me!"

Ricky gave a little gasp, which Matt savored. Not telling the boy ahead
of time had been, to be honest, part of the fun. He savored the boy's
response.

Ricky was thrilled but also terrified. He was already crazy about Matt,
but something about how the man made him feel...sort of warm...and
nervous...and tingly. He didn't really understand the feelings; he only
knew that they scared him a little even as they also caused his two-inch
prick to give a little twitch in his short scouting shorts.

"Oh, I didn't know! That's...I mean...that's cool!" The boy stammered a
bit in his excitement.

"Yeah, buddy! No worries there. I promise to be a good tentmate. I'll
even let you share my sleeping bag if you get cold!" He said it seemingly
jokingly, and Ricky giggled. But Matt hoped that by the end of at least
their second night together they'd be sharing a sleeping bag regardless
of the temperature outside.

"Anything else worrying you, buddy?"

Ricky hesitated and bit his lip again. This one was a little more
embarrassing. "Yeah, Matt...I was wondering...about showers and stuff...I
mean, they'll be...private, right? I mean, I won't have to...."

He trailed off, leaving the thought unfinished. Matt picked up the
thread.

"Well, buddy, this is a camping trip, and we will be in the mountains.
The bathrooms aren't exactly fancy. There's a group shower and we usually
all just shower together. It's not a big deal since it's just us
guys...nothing to be ashamed of, right?"

Ricky wasn't so sure, even though the stiffy in his underpants really
seemed to like the idea. Matt decided to press his advantage.

"But if you wanted, I could make sure everyone knew you wanted to shower
alone. After everyone else was done. Since it's your first time and all.
I'm sure they wouldn't mind the hassle."

Ricky was terrified of being naked around other males for the first time
in his young life, but he was even more terrified of being branded a
loser or a baby.

"NO! I mean, uh, no, that's OK! Please don't say anything. I'll be
alright. Really!"

"Good boy," Matt chuckled to himself. But out loud, he pressed on:

"What makes you nervous about it, buddy?"

"Well, I...I just never...I mean...at home I only take baths by myself,
and...."

Matt tried not to careen off the road as he fantasized for a moment about
Ricky all naked, washing every inch of his sweet body in a bubble bath
filled with toys.

Ahem. "Oh, you mean you've never been naked with other boys before?"

Ricky shook his head; Matt savored his innocence.

"Gotcha, champ. Well, I get it. It can be a little scary at first. But
it's nothing to worry about. They're all boys, too, so when you see them
naked, it's nothing you haven't seen before by yourself in the bath. It's
just guy stuff, you know? Guys shower together all the time and it's no
big deal. Besides, Mike and I wouldn't let anyone say or do anything mean
to you while we showered.

Ricky's eyes opened EXTRA wide. "Wait...you mean...you'll be there too?
In the showers, I mean? Like...showering...and everything?"

Matt chuckled again, out loud this time. "Of course, buddy! How else will
we stay clean out here? And make sure you boys stay clean all over, too?"

Ricky seemed unconvinced. Matt decided to be direct:

"Ricky, have you ever seen a grown man naked?"

The boy's sweet little face flushed red as he gasped. "I...I
mean...uh...no..."

"Perfect," Matt thought.

"Oh, I see!" he said aloud. "So you haven't seen how men and little boys
are different in their special places? Down there, I mean--in our private
parts?" He pointed at the boy's crotch.

Ricky whimpered. His penis was outrageously stiff and he was terrified
the man had noticed.

The man had, in fact, noticed. This was fun!

"Hey, little man...nothing to be worried about. I know boys your age can
have lots of questions about stuff like that and it makes them a little
nervous. I felt that way when I was a Cub Scout, and my Scoutmaster was
super nice and helped me feel...MUCH better about being naked around
other boys and men. And I really want to do the same thing for you, you
know? So that you have a good time?"

Ricky nodded.

Matt continued. "Maybe it'll be helpful if I sort of...describe things
for you, so that you're not surprised by what you see?"

Silence--only blushing. And perhaps some throbbing in the boy's crotch
area. So Matt continued:

"There are a lot of differences between a man's body and a little boy's
body. For example, I bet you still don't have any hair around your penis,
do you?"

Ricky felt humiliated, especially because his little cocklet was so
insistently stiff, and he had no idea why. A cold sweat had formed on his
pretty upper lip.

"No," he said, in an extremely small voice.

"Cool!" Matt said. "That's normal for a boy your age. I've seen for
myself and I can tell you that none of the other boys in our troop have
hair down there, either. Boys your age just don't grow it yet. Boys don't
start growing hair on their penis and testicles, or anywhere else, until
they get a little older and go through something called puberty.
Hopefully you won't have to worry about it for years and years. Until it
happens, your penis and testicles won't have any hair on them and you
won't get hair anywhere else, either. Your penis probably hasn't really
started to grow yet, has it? Most of the boys in our troop still have
small little willies, maybe between one and three inches. That's normal
for boys your age. Your testicles probably stay kind of close up to your
body too, don't they? When you get older they'll start to fall away from
you a little bit. You'll see. Someday. And on me and Mike. Tonight. In
the showers."

Ricky was in awe. Or maybe shock. No one had ever talked to him about
this stuff--certainly not his mom, who barely had time for him at all. He
was fascinated and he was, sexually, totally innocent. Without a daddy to
raise him right, he just didn't know this stuff. He was about to
learn--as soon as that night, apparently! But Matt was continuing:

"Now, the difference you'll see on me and Mike is that we have hair down
there. Lots of it. I mean, you can see that I have hair all over my body.
It's what happens when you start to become a man. You grow body hair and
get big muscles and stuff."

He waited a couple of beats before continuing.

"And of course our penises are a lot bigger, too. Longer and thicker. And
our testicles are bigger and hairier and they hang lower."

Matt was very much enjoying the effect his words were having. The boy was
gripping the sides of his seat and his mouth, hanging slightly open,
seemed dry. The small tent in his crotch as as strong as ever. His
creamy, hairless thighs might even have been quivering a little bit.

"You'll be able to see tonight when we all take a shower together, buddy.
You'll see that you and all the other boys are on the same page--still
smooth and boyish. But you'll also be able to see what you'll all look
like someday as you grow up and become men. Me and Mike don't mind if you
look at our grown up bodies while we are naked--it's all part of growing
up. That's what scouting is all about: men like men helping young boys
like you grow up and learn all kinds of things. Just guy stuff, you know?
I've noticed all the other boys in our troop looking at my penis
sometimes. In the showers. It's natural to wonder about stuff like that."

Ricky squeaked out an "I guess so" but his insides were spinning. He'd
very quickly gone from terrified to showering naked with the other boys
to wishing they could pull over and find a group shower as soon as
humanly possible.

"Oh, and one more thing." Matt decided to twist the proverbial knife a
little. "Sometimes in the showers, you or the others boys, and even me
and Mike, might get a stiffy. You know what that is, right? When your
penis gets stiff?"

Ricky squirmed in response, wondering why the man was saying all this and
desperately hoping that he'd keep going.

Matt took pity on him. Or perhaps he merely took a liberty. He reached
his right hand over and placed it on the top of the boy's left leg, with
his palm on the boy's exposed quad (thank goodness for those regulation
scouting short shorts) and his fingers resting on the curve of the boy's
hairless inner thigh.

Ricky melted at the man's touch; his penis small little boy penis became
even more rigid.

Matt said, "Hey, buddy! Nothing to be nervous about, ok? Boys and men get
stiff down there all the time. It just means you're a healthy, growing
boy, and it usually means that you enjoy spending time with whoever
you're with when you get all stiff like that. No big deal."

Ricky liked Matt. A lot. So that explained why his little penis was so
stiff whenever he was around the man.

But he blushed deeply at the thought of being naked. And stiff. Around
all those other hairless boys. And the big, hairy men. Whose penises
might or might not be stiff at the time.

Before he could respond, though, he heard Matt saying, "Well, buddy!
We're here!"

It was true. They had just pulled into the campground. Matt's hand was
still on the boy's creamy thigh. He managed to make a sideways glance and
saw the craziest thing--it looked like the man's penis was all stiff too!
The front of the man's shorts was standing up the same way Ricky's were!

"Huh...I guess it really is OK," he thought, and then another idea
flashed through his mind. "And I guess that must mean Matt likes being
with me!"

He certainly did. As Matt pulled the car into the campsite, he
reluctantly withdrew his hand from the boy's thigh to put the car into
park.

Once he did so, and just as the van driven by Rick pulled in beside them,
Matt looked at the boy and smiled.

"Hey, little buddy. Don't worry about a thing. I'll take great care of
you. And I know you're going to have a REALLY fun time up here."

Ricky's stomach gave a little leap and his two-inch penis twitched.

"Wow! he thought. "I can't wait!"

---

Don't worry, there will be sex; y'all know I like to take my time! And
this is a super-hot scenario to me..."the talk" between man and boy
laying the groundwork for further adventures. Yummy...

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