Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2008 10:46:48 -0500 (EST) From: Herb Cat Subject: Toyboy and Lester folder: Lester Joins the Scouts 2 Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts pedophilia. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. Frankly, I do not know if this story is fact or fiction. I am reporting it as it was told to me. The incidents certainly seem credible. However, beyond that, any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As I expected, Lester did write me about his first camping trip. Again, while I have taken the usual literary liberties, the events are based on Lester's own accounts. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- At the January 18th meeting, Lester showed his new gear to Warren and demonstrated he could pack and carry his own backpack. A large part of the meeting was spent reviewing first aid: poisonous plants; the Heimlich maneuver; cuts and scratches; blisters; burns; insect bite; snakebite; nosebleed; frostbite, sunburn. It was a lot for Lester to absorb and memorize, but he was excited about what would happen the next day. On the morning of January 19th, the weather on Long Island was frigid; however, they didn't get the snow which had been threatened all week. Lester was all packed and dressed for the arctic when Warren drove up in the troop van. After two more stops, the patrol was heading down the road for the camp. Seven teenage and pre-teen boys in winter clothes, along with backpacks, is a vanful. Inevitably their hands began delving into each other's hormone-soaked bodies as they traveled and joked and sang and shouted. This patrol enjoyed exploring their own and each other's privates. Most, like Lester, found their pants invaded by both their own hands and their seatmates'. Some of the older boys were already unzipping and wanking away on their adolescent meat. At the camp, they unloaded in the parking lot, and gathered their gear for the hike to their campsite. Each had a hiking buddy. The scouts are big on the buddy system. They are told to be responsible for their buddy at all times. Lester's hiking buddy was the 11 year old. When they reached their campsite, Warren opened up the bag with the tent and all eight went to work assembling their sleeping quarters for the night. That accomplished, they went about gathering wood for a fire, locating the water supply and the latrines, and familiarizing themselves with the area, so they would know what to do if they got lost. Lester helped make hot soup and wraps for lunch. He felt wonderful, camping out in the woods for the first time in his life. Really camping! After lunch, the boys went off in teams of two (new buddies!) to locate certain items on a nature list. Pine cone, flint, birds nest, oak leaf, deer turd, etc. This time Lester was teamed with the 14 year old. After they returned, more time was spent reviewing scout skills. Lester wanted so badly to get his Tenderfoot badge, and Warren kept assuring him he was doing fine. The scoutmaster had them play a game of war to let off steam. Then it was time to start supper. The sun sets early in January, and it started getting real cold. They built a campfire and told ghost stories. One of the boys brought out a guitar and they sang songs. But, eventually, they had to escape the cold by going to bed. So after one final communal piss, Warren took four lengths of rope and held them in his right hand. With his left, he held one of the ends. The three older boys each took the end of another rope. Then the four younger boys, including Lester, each took the opposite end of a rope. Warren let the ropes free and the boys discovered who their fuck buddies were going to be for the night. At the other end of Lester's rope was 16 year old Tony. The patrol started kidding Lester about how sore his ass was going to feel in the morning. Tony didn't have the moniker "The Italian Stallion" for nothing! Lester was happy. He would have been happy sleeping with any of the older boys or of course with Warren. They went into the tent, and the four young lads were told to leave their sleeping bags rolled up. To save room and conserve warmth, each pair of fuck buddies would use one sleeping bag. Lester wondered why the hell he had to lug that bag in if he wasn't going to use it, but the prospect of cozying up in one bag with the Stallion was enough to make him content. All eight quickly doffed all their clothes scattering them throughout the tent, and just as quickly snuggled into four bags. Warren doused the lantern and for a long time, there was some lighthearted joking and teasing, especially when Howie complained his fuck buddy farted in the bag. The pairs tried to generate some heat by snuggling and rubbing each other. Then Warren asked the scouts to repeat the motto. They shouted, "Be Prepared" and began ripping open Trojan packages. Lester spooned his ass into Tony and in no time felt that huge teenage appendage. Then he felt Tony's fingers lubing his hole. All around him in the dark, he heard the grunts, cries and moans of contentment. No boy seemed to be disappointed with his fuck buddy. However, the others in the tent soon disappeared from Lester's mind, as Tony's mantool began bringing him to ecstasy. His tiny body wrapped in the larger boy's arms, his rear end impaled on the boy's cock, Lester had an orgasm, albeit a dry one, as exciting as any he'd had with Uncle or his friends. Tony came, then took care of the filled condom, and rested a bit. But it would be a while before he or Lester were ready for sleep. Lester massaged his partner's sticky tool and when it was again erect he positioned himself for fuck #2. After that they slept a little, but some time during the night, Lester awoke to find that inexhaustible nozzle ready for more action. By sunrise, he had been fucked four times. The boys were all sound asleep when Warren came into the tent banging two skillets together telling them it was time to cook breakfast. Lester sat up, and through narrow slits, saw the disarray around him. Clothes everywhere. Spent gooey Trojans everywhere. Half squeezed tubes of KY everywhere. Tired scouts everywhere. Behind him, he felt his fuck buddy stretching to greet the new day. He turned and they kissed each other. Then they both crawled out of the bag, shivering in the chill morning air, and tried to locate their own clothes in the mess. The other boys joined them in the hunt, playfully pawing at each other's well opened assholes and well exercised cocks. Warren of course was fully dressed, washed, shaved, and looked as handsome as ever. When the hell did he get up? Lester started to find his clothes and helped Tony locate his. That's what buddies do, look out for each other. Tony of course had wakeup wood, and Lester saw he was going to have trouble zipping his fly. "Here, Tony, let me help you with that." Lester knelt in front of him for a morning blow job. The older scout appreciated this thoughtfulness, held Lester's head, and rewarded him with a generous swig of cum. Let's see, the Law says a Scout is "helpful", "friendly" and "kind." Lester was out to show he could be a good scout. When Lester emerged from the tent, he found a dusting of snow on the ground, and the temperature, still in the teens, made him appreciate the sweat pants under his jeans, the double pairs of socks, and the parka he brought. After pissing in a nearby bush, he helped Warren prepare a hot, hearty breakfast of eggs and sausages with cocoa. Warren, aware of Lester's night with the Stallion, kidded him saying he was walking kind of funny. Lester played along prancing around bowlegged like a saddle sore cowboy. A Scout is "cheerful." As the other scouts joined them, they began calling him "Cowboy" so that might become his Cobra nickname. When Warren plated the breakfasts, he told Lester to serve the other scouts. "Yes, Sir." A Scout is "obedient" and "courteous." After breakfast, Warren led the boys on a run through the woods, probably startling all the deer in the vicinity. Back at the tent, they grabbed their toiletries and ran to the showers. It felt good to let the warm water take off all their sweat, dirt and dried jizz. A Scout is "clean." Of course, Warren enjoyed watching the boys lather each other's shitholes and boy tools. As they rinsed off, he pulled out his own tool for a good wank. The scouts dressed again and returned to the tent to tidy up and work on Scout skills. Tony showed Lester how to whip and fuse the ends of a rope. After lunch, they folded up the tent and packed up their backpacks. Suddenly, someone grabbed Lester from behind and put a black cloth bag over his head as a blindfold. Then several scouts began tying him to a tree, without satisfying his protests. He heard Warren call out "time to head home, boys." Then the area around him got quiet and he realized he was left alone. No buddy. No patrol. No scoutmaster. He shouted but there was no response. He knew he shouldn't panic. His eyes got wet but he didn't cry. He figured eventually Warren would realize he was missing and come back. Softly, he began to sing one of the campfire songs. After what seemed like hours, but was probably only five or ten minutes, he felt his blindfold being loosened. It was Warren. "Sorry about that, Lester. It's just a ritual all the first timers have to go through. I'm proud of you. You kept you're cool." A Scout is "brave." Warren tenderly untied the lad and wrapped his strong arm round his shoulder as they walked down the path. Near the parking lot, Lester saw the rest of the patrol lined up by age on their knees. "This is the other part of the ritual, Lester. It's the Cobras' way of welcoming you into the patrol. Unzip, boy, and pull out that lovely cock of yours." Lester did as told and starting with his new 11-year old friend, went up the line receiving a wonderful blow job from every member of the patrol. After he was sucked off by Tony, the oldest, he saw Warren himself kneeling to give him one final blow. He never felt happier. He was part of a group. He only wished he had some cum to give to all his friends. Throughout the ride home, the Cobras sang and shouted and pawed at each other. A few made Lester promise to come over to their houses to play some afternoon, and Tony said he wanted him to come for a sleepover. He admitted he liked sleeping with Lester. Lester was pretty wound up when he got home. He told his mother all about the campout. Well, not "all" about it. After all, he wasn't about to get his new friends in trouble. A scout is "loyal." Some of the details he saved to tell me in his email. Did he write to you also? ----- I don't know when Lester will write me again about the Scout troop, but when he does, I'll provide another installment. If you can't wait, you can write to him yourself, littlelester1@mailcity.com. And of course, you can also write me, herb_cat@mailcity.com.