Date: Sat, 06 Jan 2024 02:35:33 +0000
From: aintthatnifty <aintthatnifty@proton.me>
Subject: Sleepover With Double Trouble - 9

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SLEEPOVER WITH DOUBLE TROUBLE -- 9

"No clothes!" I shrieked. "What are we going to do! What are we going
to do?"

"Jeffrey," my dad snapped. "Stop it!"

This was unbelievable. It was supposed to be the perfect boy scout
weekend retreat in the North Carolina mountains, and it was until after
we had finished skinny-dipping in the hidden lake when we discovered that
our clothes in the woods were missing.

Dad was always good at maintaining his cool and this was certainly a
testing moment for him. Here he was, in the middle of nowhere with his
three sons and three boys from my scout troop -- all of us, one hundred
percent naked and dripping wet in the waning hours of the late
afternoon.

"O.K.," dad said clapping his hands to get our attention.

"O.K. what Mr. Loflin?" a nervous Derek said.

"Oh no," Skip added. "What are we doing to do?"

"Boys, boys, boys. My brave young scouts. Listen to me... Have you all
forgotten about the Oath of the Scouts?"

We all looked at my father and older brother for guidance, but they
looked back at us all with disbelief. Dad sighed and then reminded us...

"Oh boys. Come on, we say it at every scout meeting... And to obey the
Scout Law. To help other people. And at all times, to keep myself
physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight."

We came to our senses and at least I, felt ashamed.

"You're right dad," I said. "We can get through this and be better
because of it."

"Atta boy Jeffrey! What are we doing to do son?"

"Well," I said thinking out loud. "We need to get back to camp right
away before it gets dark."

"And why do we need to get back to camp before it gets dark?" my
brother Johnny added.

"So we can see," Skip said.

"So the bears don't get us," my little brother Greg said.

"So we can eat dinner," Todd Bowyer said.

"Good answers men," dad said. "We will get through this but for all
those reasons and more, let's get back to camp. Now, who remembers the
way back?"

"I do. I do." Todd exclaimed.

"Well o.k. Todd, why don't you lead the way then."

And we started up the hill to the path, following Todd who, I couldn't
help but notice, seemed to almost always have an erection but didn't
seem to notice or care. Even I, the same age as Todd when erections came
spontaneously at the worst possible times, wasn't at full staff all the
time like he seemed to be. He and his brother Tim were also like that in
the showers at school.

"She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes...."

Oh no.

"Come on scouts," dad said. "Let's make the best of the situation."

And so, we all unenthusiastically joined my all-American dad in some
singing as we struggled along the path in our bare feet, constantly
getting poked by pinecones, rocks and other little irritants.

"My feet hurt," Greg exclaimed.

"All our feet hurt," I said back.

Dad told us all to stop for a minute.

"Dad," Tommy said. "We can't rest too long cause the sun's going
down."

Dad, like the other man of the group -- Tommy -- was clearly bigger and
stronger than the rest of us but even he was looking tired and worn-down
from the uphill walk, across the rough terrain, in our bare feet.

"You're right, we need to press on," he said. "Scouts, I know this is
rough but we're living the Scout Oath and after all this, I see some
additional merit badges for you all. Tommy, can you carry your brother
for a while?"

And with that, Tommy crouched down while Greg got onto his shoulders.

"Oh! Oh!  Oh!" Todd exclaimed.

"Scout Bowyer," dad said. "What's wrong?"

"My ankle!" Todd cried out as he bent down on the ground. "I think I
twisted it."

"Come on," dad said. "We have to keep going."

And then, he picked up Todd in his big arms and lifting him up, placed
him on his shoulders and carried him that way all the way back to the
campsite.

Thankfully, Skip had one of those new water-proof watches, so we got back
to the campsite at 7:00 just as it was starting to get really dark. It
was an agonizing trek for sure and all of us were tired, cranky and the
soles of our feet were next to raw. The campsite itself was undisturbed.
Our tents were still there and so was the Gatorade and some granola bars
which would have to be our dinner since we had missed the opportunity to
go fishing in the river.

"I'm going to bed," Derek said.

"Hold it there young scout," dad said, removing Todd from his
shoulders. "We have to build a fire because it will get colder
tonight."

"Oh, my ankle still hurts," Todd wined.

I was beginning to think Todd was faking it. Dad, if he thought the same,
wasn't going to deal with it right now. He instructed us to gather as
many sticks as we could and as fast as we could. All of us -- except Todd
-- hustled to round up dried up sticks and limbs and brought them to the
fire pit. Even little Greg did his part.

We all got an interesting lesson in how to build a fire without matches
as my brother Tommy got down and rubbed one stick against another for a
while until it started to smoke and then, after a lot of struggle, a
little spark emerged which he cupped and in a little while, he had a fire
going. What a day. What an incredible day and even though I felt a little
scared and awkward in this state of undress, I also felt safe which
wasn't the case when we learned our clothes were gone.

"Who do you think took our clothes?" Derek asked as we all huddled
around the fire.

"One of those redneck cunts," Todd said.

My dad and brother in unison dropped their mouths open and looked over
towards Todd.

"Todd Bowyer!" dad said.

"Daddy, what's a cunt?" Greg asked.

"It's a terrible word son that no man should ever say about a woman.
Todd, apologize to your fellow scouts."

"For what?"

"What? Young man, what kind of scout are you to say such a thing?"

"Aw come on Mr. Loflin; you know those ugly inbreds we saw on the trail
did it."

"No, I don't and unless you saw them, you don't either."

Tommy stepped in to diffuse the situation.

"Hey guys. Guys. Look, I know this is a bad situation but none of us saw
what happened. Did someone take our clothes? Probably but we don't know
who. None of us saw that family after we split from them on the trail."

Todd turned to me and said: "What's up your dad's ass?"

Dad heard and was not happy.

"Todd!"

The night was here and there was tension in our group. Dad did not allow
foul language in his presence and was clearly appalled by the things
coming out of Todd's mouth which none of the rest of us -- except maybe
Brian who didn't come along -- were saying. Tommy did his part to try
and keep things civil by initiating a conversation about how well we all
swam today, and how we had made good strides here in the lake, much
better than we had shown when he coached us at the Y back home.

"Hey Todd," Tommy said all of a sudden.

"Yeah," Todd said back with some irritation in his voice.

"You... You weren't with us when we had that race today across the lake
and back."

"That's right," dad said. "Where were you?"

Todd shrugged his shoulders a bit.

"I swam to the other side and did my own thing," he said.

Dad and Johnny looked at each other for a minute and so did all of us
guys. Tommy was right. We had gotten so much into our competitive swim
race that we didn't even notice that Todd was missing.

It was getting late, and we were starting to really feel the dip in the
temperatures, so we all pulled our tents closer to the fire and did as
dad told us by going inside for some sleep. Tommy and Greg took one tent;
Derek, Skip and I took another one; and dad told Todd to sleep in his
tent -- probably to keep an eye on him.

"And scouts," dad said before we all zipped up our tents. "It's o.k.
to huddle together to stay warm considering the situation. The bears and
deer in the woods do it so it's o.k. It's not, you know... gay."

Derek and Skip snickered, and we agreed that we would not get too close
to each other. The camp was now quiet, and we all drifted off to sleep.

During the night, I woke up as I usually do. Hard as a rock and with a
bladder about to explode. There was no way I was going into that nasty
outhouse barefoot, so I carefully crept out to not awaken Derek and Skip.
The fire was still going, and I tossed some more wood on to keep it
going, and then tip-toed out into the woods to relieve myself. It felt so
good as the urine freed itself from my body and without a toilet to aim
for, I thought it was pretty cool how I was able to pee up into the air,
through my erect little penis.

"Whatcha doing."

I turned around startled. It was Todd who stood beside me and also
started to urinate.

"Just peeing," I said.

"Looks like you were having a good dream," he said as he started to
urinate out of his erect penis too.

I did not want to engage this conversation. It was awkward and my
feelings toward Todd as a friend were starting to take a negative turn
after his behavior today.

"How's that sprained ankle?" I asked.

"Oh, that. It's better. It sure was nice of your dad to carry me on his
shoulders back."

I had nothing to say.

"It sure felt good riding on his shoulders," he said.

That was a strange thing for him to say.

"And his body is so warm in that tent. Mmmm."

I looked over at him and noticed that his face was in the air with his
eyes closed and his mouth open. Looking down, he had finished urinating
and was now starting to masturbate.

"Yeah, your dad's body is so warm," Todd said through some
inappropriate oohs and ahhs.

I abruptly left. Now I know what Kevin and Andy were trying to tell me
yesterday morning. Todd and his brother Tim were faggots.

Back in the tent, I got into my sleeping bag and minutes later, heard
Todd go back into dad's tent. And a little later, I heard dad tell him
to "stop it and go to sleep."

Morning came and I arose, along with Derek and Skip. All of us got up and
went outside. And being fourteen-year-old boys in the still-budding
stages of puberty, all three of us had morning wood though at this point,
we didn't care. Off to the woods we went to urinate and playfully
giggled, as we all peed into the air.

"Out," I heard my dad say.

Looking back over my shoulder, I saw Todd run out of dad's tent. So much
for that sprained ankle! Todd ran off into the woods where I guess he had
to pee too.

"Morning scouts," dad said as he exited the little tent and saw us
coming back from relieving ourselves.

Todd came back shortly and for once, did not have an erection.

"He went to jerk off," Skip whispered in my ear.

Not what I wanted to hear.

"Hey dad," I said looking around. "Where are Tommy and Greg."

"They got up super early and I told them to go look for some berries
that we could eat. They'll be back soon."

I got some more firewood to put down onto the fire. The sun was up but it
was still a little cool, so the fire felt good. I wasn't worried about
Tommy, but Greg was still awfully young to be out in the woods naked.

And then, we heard some footsteps and looking over towards the trail,
there was Tommy and Greg: both of them dressed in their scouts' uniforms
though walking a little slow after the torturous barefoot walk yesterday.
In Tommy's arms was one of the sleeping bags, full of something.

Tommy walked over to us, opened the sleeping bag, and out came a flood of
scouts' uniforms and our shoes.

"Our clothes!" Derek, Skip and I exclaimed.

Dad smiled and did not look surprised?

"And where did you find our clothes son?"

"I know, I know," Greg shrieked.

"Why don't you tell them," Tommy said.

Greg put his hands on his hips and belted out that they found the clothes
in a pile on the other side of the lake. Other side of the lake? We all
turned towards Todd.

"What?" Todd said looking irritated.

"Todd," dad said sternly. "You were on the other side the lake
yesterday while we all were swimming, remember telling us that
yesterday?"

"Yeah, so."

"Todd."

"What."

"He's the one who took our clothes," Greg said angrily.

"Liar," Todd said.

"So Todd," dad said. "Who took them?"

Todd was now circled by all of us who didn't believe his story
yesterday.

"Todd, we're waiting."

Todd then smiled that mischievous smile of his.

"O.K. I maybe stretched the truth a little. I thought it would be fun if
we were all helpless and needed to practice some survival skills. So you
see, I did us all a favor and I think we can all agree, that we showed
great scout teamwork. And Mr. Loflin, I think I deserve a big merit badge
for this."

Dead silence.

Dad stood up, went over to Todd and pulled him up by the arm.

"Hey," Todd said. "What are you doing."

"Something your father obviously never did to you."

"Stop it!" Todd protested but to no avail.

I had never seen dad so angry. He wrestled Todd up from the ground,
picked him up and then, sitting down, placed Todd over his lap. We all
knew what was coming next.

"Owwww!!!" Todd screamed.

Dad's big hand came down hard on Todd's bare buttocks and then again,
and again, and again. Todd screamed like a baby as dad spanked him,
turning those white buttocks a shade of pink and quickly afterwards, red.
The rest of us let dad apply this well-deserved justice as we sorted out
our clothes and got dressed.

"Now, what have you learned?" dad asked Todd.

Todd blubbered, got up embarrassed, told dad he'd be sorry, then ran off
into the woods in tears. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight that
had just happened but then I looked down and noticed something...

As dad stood up to go get his clothes, he had an erection, and it was a
very stiff one. Unlike Todd, he was conscious of it, and it WAS one that
was impossible to hide, so he quickly got dressed.

"Todd Bowyer," dad called. "Come back here and get dressed, it's time
to go."

"You mean we can't stay another day?" Greg said.

Dad laughed at this once again, very Greg statement.

"Oh Greg," he said. "Haven't you had enough of this adventure? I
think you should be promoted to an official boy scout after this."

All of us were happy to be clothed once again and wasted no time tearing
down the tents and packing things up. Once again, there was no Todd
around to help.

"Hey Mr. Loflin," Skip said. "How about we leave Todd up here?"

"Now now," dad said. "Let's not forget the Scout's Oath. Shall I
repeat it for you?"

"No!" I, Derek, Skip, Tommy and Greg all said in unison.

"No! No! No! Nooooo!"

What the?

Those blood-curdling screams, along with several four-letter words were
from Todd. Startled, I and the other guys looked up from our chores of
packing up and there was Todd, wearing only his birthday suit, being
carried by dad over his shoulder, kicking and screaming like a toddler
having a breakdown.

Dad put him down by his pile of clothes and told him to get dressed right
away. Dad was so angry his face was red.

"You'll pay for this!" Todd hissed at him.

"Oh no I won't," dad said, popping Todd once again on the butt.

Mr. Cool. Todd Bowyer. One half of the popular Bowyer twins at school had
been humiliated in front of his (former) friends for being a gaslighting
little brat. I wish Andy and Kevin were here to see it. We all ignored
Todd on the ride back to South Carolina who sat in the back corner of the
van, curled up and clearly mad as hell. What could he possibly do to make
my dad pay?

And that my friends is the ninth installment of Sleepover With Double
Trouble. The end of this series is near and it has been a lot of fun to
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