Date: Fri, 05 Jan 2024 00:56:32 +0000 From: aintthatnifty Subject: Sleepover With Double Trouble - 8 What you are about to read is a work of fiction involving teenagers and an adult male(s). It is a work of pure fantasy but if reading such material is illegal in your region, please do not read further. I welcome any comments you have after reading this story to aintthatnifty@proton.me. Note also that this is an ongoing series. If you have not read chapters 1 through 7, you may enjoy this latest chapter better if you are familiar with the earlier ones. Finally, please remember to support nifty. SLEEPOVER WITH DOUBLE TROUBLE -- 8 "On my honor. I will do my best. To do my duty. To God and my country. And to obey the Scout Law. To help other people. At all times. To keep myself physically strong. Mentally awake. And morally straight." And with that final line, I and my fellow scouts finished our pledge in front of the American flag before our big adventure for the weekend. "Hey Jeffrey," my dad and our scoutmaster said. "Where's Tim Bowyer?" "I'm right here Mr. Loflin," Tim said. "Oh, sorry Tim. I can't help it cause you two look exactly alike. So, where is Todd I should have said." Tim spoke up that he hadn't returned from the 7-11 yet. Dad, always a stickler for punctuality, shook his head and then turned to me, telling me to go get him. "Son, go fetch young Todd Bowyer. He should have been back now with those Gatorades for the trip." "Yes sir," I said and then broke from the circle towards the trail that led down the hill, through the park where we were, and around to the back of the 7-11 which was much faster than the main way outside the neighborhood and onto the highway. "Hey Jeff." I turned around and there was Kevin Barnes and Andy Hudson catching up to me. "Hey guys," I said. "I'm going to fetch Todd down at the store to see if he needs any help. Do you want to join me?" Both of them had looks of concern on their faces. "Guys, what's wrong?" I asked. Kevin looked behind him to make sure no one was there. "Look Jeff," he said. "Just. Just be careful this weekend with Todd. O.K.?" I didn't know what he could have meant, and my facial expression must have said so. "Jeff," Andy added. "Todd and Tim are... let's just say they aren't what you think." "I don't get it," I said. Kevin rolled his eyes. "They're fag..." "Jeffrey!" dad called out. "Please hurry." "I gotta go," I told my two strange-behaving friends. Heading down the trail towards the winding creek, I thought about how much I was looking forward to this scouting trip in the mountains. It had been planned for a while and now in these final days of summer, it was here. If only things weren't so strange with the friends I had made not so long ago when we had moved here from Georgia. I had made friends pretty fast with a group of guys my age, in the neighborhood, but the situation was changing, and I didn't know why. Tim and Todd Bowyer, the identical twins and probably the two most popular boys in my class had fallen out of favor with both Kevin and Andy. Likewise, Brian Walsh was also getting a little unfriendly with them. None of them were going on the weekend trip with us and neither was Tim who was still recovering from his appendectomy a few weeks ago. So, that left myself, Todd, Johnny, Derek and Skip as the four boy scouts, plus my dad the scoutmaster and to help him out, my older brother Tommy who was in his senior year in high school. And, rounding out the group was my little brother Greg who was our eight-year-old cub scout companion. My mom was looking forward to a weekend of rest and relaxation without us guys around. Leaping over the creek, I could see the back of the 7-11 down below on this hot, early Saturday morning. And in no time at all, I was coming up on that ratty old shed behind it. Then suddenly, a man came out of the shed, and I recognized him as Kevin's dad. "Hi Mr. Barnes," I yelled out. Startled, he turned around and looked at me like a deer in the headlights. "Oh. Uh. Hi Jeffrey," he said. And then, as I was about to catch up to him, Todd emerged from the old shed. "Todd?" I said. Todd turned around, wiped his mouth like he had something that needed to be cleaned up, and looked at me casually. "Oh, hi Jeff," he said. "I gotta go," Mr. Barnes said and then he high-tailed it down the remaining hill to his car where he sped off. "What's up?" Todd asked. "What's up?" I said back. "Todd, you were supposed to be back with the Gatorade for the trip. Have you bought it yet." "Oh yeah," Todd said. "It's here in the shed." I thought that was strange. "What were you and Kevin's dad doing in the shed?" "Oh nothing. I just um. Um. I just um wanted to show him something in there. Yeah, that's it. O.K. are you ready." I liked Todd and his brother a lot but couldn't understand what he saw in that shed that he wanted to show people. Any why Mr. Barnes who wasn't with Kevin like the other dads and moms were. Oh well. "Let's go," I said. And then we grabbed the Gatorades and made our way back up to the park where the group awaited us. It was probably a good thing that the rest of the boys in my circle of friends weren't going because the van that dad had borrowed from pastor Bob at our church was pretty packed with us inside, plus the food, drinks and the tents. "Have all you boys been to the North Carolina mountains?" dad asked as he pulled out onto the highway. "Yes sir," everyone announced except Todd who was the lone `no.' "Well Todd," dad said. "You are in for a treat. Nothing could be finer than to be in the mountains of North Carolina on this beautiful Saturday morning." Dad could be so corny. He was a great guy but squeaky clean like a modern-day Sherriff Taylor from the Andy Griffith Show that we watched in re-runs after school -- after homework was done of course. In no time at all, we were on interstate 26, heading north towards those beautiful mountains in the distance. If only it wasn't so hot today which didn't help because the old van from the Freewill Baptist Church didn't have any AC. "Daddy," Greg said. "Yes son." "It's hot." Dad just laughed. "Well Greg and everyone else back there. You know that when I was your age, there was no air conditioning in cars and none in our houses, schools or anywhere." "Well I'm hot," Greg whined. "Now now son. If you want to advance to boy scout level like your brothers and Jeffrey's friends here, you need to toughen up. You do want more merit badges, don't you?" "Yes sir," Greg said pouting and then dropping it. "Hey Mr. Loflin," Todd said. "Yes Scout Tim. Oops, sorry. Scout Todd." "Hey, how about some jams in the car?" "I don't understand Todd. What do you mean by jams." "Oh Mr. Loflin. Come on. I mean something to rock out with. Here, I got an 8-track of the new Ozzy album in my backpack." "Oh no, no, no," dad said. "Remember the scout oath... to keep myself morally straight. No Ozzy Osbourne. No way. I know what we'll do, let's sing some good old patriotic songs." "Yeah," I said. "O.K. son, you lead." "God Bless America. Land that I love..." And we -- well most of us -- sang an assortment of good, clean, patriotic songs all the way into the mountains of North Carolina. A couple hours later, we had arrived at our destination, deep into the Blue Ridge Mountains. The campground was down a long and windy dirty road, past a scenic river. As for the campsite itself, it wasn't much. Just really a place to park and some cleared off areas around some fire pits and grills, plus a typical campsite toilet area which no one wanted to spend too much time in. "I sure hope it don't rain," Derek said as we all lugged the tents out of the van and around the fire pit. "And if it does rain," dad said, "you'll have nothing to fear because a smart scout always builds a good tent." Truth be told, the scout talents in this group were less than great. Dad and my older brother Tommy had to pretty much help the rest of us -- except me -- pitch our tents correctly and ensure that they were sturdy and secure. After we pitched the tents, we ate the lunches the ladies at church had made for us, and then followed dad and Tommy for a hike up the mountain and to the summit. "She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes... She'll be coming round the mountain, when she comes... She'll be coming round the mountin, she'll be coming round the mountain, she'll be coming round the mountain when she comes..." Gotta give my dad credit -- he was a bundle of good, clean-cut energy. The hike was a real workout in the heat but we all -- even little Greg -- were having a good time and enjoying the time out in the wilderness. At the top of the mountain, the summit offered fine views of the areas below and we got a lesson on how to use our compasses to know which way was north, south, east and west. We also saw a few lone deer and thankfully, no bears, though dad reminded us that bears did exist in these parts and what to do if we saw one. We later took the path down the mountain, along the other side which offered many more awesome views and along the way, dad and Tommy pointed out different type of trees and plants. We learned which ones were o.k. to eat and which ones were not. We also got reminded of what poison ivy looked like and to stay away -- Stan especially who was a very light-skinned boy with red hair and covered in freckles. "Hi y'all," a voice said. All of us, in unison, turned around at the sound of a girl's voice. Sure enough, walking along in the opposite direction was a couple of girls my age with their mother and father. "Good afternoon ma'am," my dad said taking off his hat. "Afternoon sir," he said to the father. "Y'all scowtz?" one of the girls said. Clearly, they were not educated people. "Well yes young lady," dad said. "These here are boy scout troop number 234 from Greenville, South Carolina." "Whut ch'all doin up here in dese mowntains?" the father asked. "My dad -- Scout master Loflin -- and I are taking these young men camping," Tommy said. The family looked at us with great interest. "Do you live up here?" dad asked. "Naw," the father said. "We come up her to giut some fresh ur. We jiust got back from duh laike." "Oh," dad said with excitement. "There's a lake up here?" "It down yonder dat way," one of the daugthers said. Dad turned to us all and said. "Well scouts, we now have the opportunity to see a lake before we get back to the campsite. Who's in?" We all nodded in unison and after saying our goodbyes to the strange family, they went their way down the path, and we took their advice and followed the other path to what soon revealed a large, sapphire-blue lake below. "Well scouts," dad said. "There it is and isn't she a beauty?" "Look dad," Tommy said getting ahead of us. "There's a little dock over here." "Let's go swimming," Skip exclaimed. "It's hot." "Sure is Mr. Loflin," Derek said. "Come on Mr. Loflin," Todd said. "It's been a long day and we're all sweaty. That water looks nice and cool." Dad just chuckled and I noticed that the back of his shirt and his pits were totally wet with sweat as were Tommy's ahead. "Well o.k. scouts," dad said. "I don't see anyone around here in any direction so let's go swimming." And with that note, we all cheered and started to disrobe in the woods. "Hey," my little brother Greg said. "We don't have bathing suits." "That's right dad," I jumped in. "We don't." Dad laughed out loud again. "Oh my two boys, what are you doing to do if you get drafted into the army? Come on, get those clothes off -- it's just us guys." "I don't want to be naked," Greg said protesting. And upon that note, dad and Tommy took hold of my animated little brother and started to take off his clothes. He squirmed and said no for a little while and then started to laugh when he noticed all the other boys doing the same. "First one in is a rotten egg," dad said, chucking off his boxers and socks. And then, he took off towards the dock, naked as a jaybird and within seconds was cannon-balling off the dock and into the water below. After Johnny got Greg's underwear off, Greg got out from him and managed to pull down Jonny's underwear, exposing my 17-year old brother's fully developed body to us younger, budding lads. "Johnny's naked! Johnny's naked!" Greg shrieked. Johnny having none of it picked up Greg and tossing him over his shoulder with Greg giggling, took him to the edge of the dock and tossed him in where dad caught him below. "Come on guys," Johnny said. Skip, Todd and Derek all lost shed their clothes along the way to the dock and I watched their naked little backsides run like dad and Johnny had earlier to the edge where they jumped in. That left just myself and unfortunately, I was starting to get an erection which was most unwelcome. I did not want them to see that -- especially dad and my brothers. "Jeffrey. Jeffrey. Come on son," dad said. "Yeah," Greg shouted. "We know what your wee-wee looks like." My fellow scouts, dad and brothers all broke out in unified laughter. Oh what the hell I thought. In fact, I noticed that Todd had an erection too, so I stopped caring. It felt great running naked through the woods to the dock where I ran off the edge and like my father, cannon-balled into the cool water below which felt great. The trip thus far had been so educational and was at the point of getting tired so it felt good to lose inhibitions for a little while and do some swimming and horseplaying in the lake. It was also kind of strange because at home, we were the definition of a modest family. Good thing mom wasn't here cause she would definitely not have approved. In fact, I think this was the first time I had seen my father completely naked before and I hadn't seen Johnny naked since he was much younger and we were bathed together at night after dinner, before bed. All of us lost track of time -- we were having so much fun like this but all good things must end. "O.K. scouts," dad said, clapping his hands to get our attention. "This has been fun but we need to get back to the campsite before it gets dark." "Good call dad," Johnny said. "We didn't bring any flashlights." "Last one out is a rotten egg," dad said as he swam for the dock but was beaten to it by Todd who was the first to jump out, do a little victory dance, shake his butt at us, and then run up into the woods where we had gotten dressed. The rest of us followed but when we caught up with Todd, he turned around at us with a dead-pan look. I couldn't help but look down and just like he had when he went in, Todd had an erection but didn't seem to care. "Our clothes are gone," Todd said calmly. "Oh Todd," dad said. "Don't be silly. I'm sure they're here -- somewhere." We had taken them off without any order and I don't think any of us paid any attention to where exactly we had undressed but after a few minutes, we spread out and then, dad was faced with admitting the horrifying truth. Our clothes were gone. Someone must have taken them. We literally had nothing to wear, out in the middle of nowhere. And that my friends is the eighth installment of Sleepover With Double Trouble. We're nearing the end of this series but there's more mischief that Tim and Todd are going to get into so stay tuned for more. I welcome any comments you have to aintthatnifty@proton.me