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April 23 – 25, 2342
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Robbie was gone and Aiden was almost depressed. The only thing that helped him survive was the impending campout with the Gnahistea scouts.
The Star Traveler Patrol continued meeting after school, but their intensity was focused on the campout. Sure, they still fucked each other, but only enough to satisfy their itch and they got to work learning the skills detailed in the 1929 Boy Scout Handbook.
While they couldn't become experts in such a short time, they could at least learn how to go through the motions of the 1929 scout skill. They planned campout activities based on the 1929 book, but they also wanted to show what Earth's Scouts had evolved into in 2342.
Scoutmaster Summers made sure the boys had everything they needed including letting them take the Toas-Tite Pie Irons and a variety of fillings.
Meanwhile Mr. Epstein was making the necessary security provisions around the campsite. One road, that was in bad shape anyway, was completely torn up, the material removed was being remanufactured and would be used to replace the surface on Sunday after the scouts were gone. The other road was closed on each by large trucks that were parked across both lanes, the workers were part of the Intergalactic Relations Security team, but were dressed as a highway crew. They also found strategic locations around the park from where they would set up a secure perimeter. They also located a suitable landing zone for the autonomous shuttle coming from the spaceport out beyond Earth's gravitational influence, and set the landing beacons for the automated landing.
Galactic Relations engineers were scheduled for Thursday morning to set up a `shelter' that would house the sixteen boys; and a separate facility was to be hauled in for the adults, equipment, and food.
Thursday morning none of the Star Travelers showed up at school. Their teachers said nothing about their absence and they weren't marked as absent.
Mr. Maxwell picked the boys up with a standard GTU-15P (Ground Transport Unit, fifteen Passengers) at their meeting place. It looked like a standard patrol outing, albeit a little strange that it was on a Thursday morning.
On the trip out to camp, Mr. Maxwell briefed the scouts. "We don't know a whole lot about this species, except they have been launching space travel vehicles for over seventy-five years, but only developed warp capability 20 years ago. It is a humanoid species very similar to Earth. Their planet is sparsely populated and is much larger than Earth, therefore increased gravity. I was given nothing about sexual activity, only that they do not wear clothing, so I don't know what to tell you, you'll just need to be ready for anything."
Arriving at the park containing the campground, was like arriving at an Earth Defense Force facility. They were allowed through the blocked off road, but at the park entrance their vehicle was inspected more closely before being allowed in. On the way to the campground, they passed a vehicle marked Star Fleet Hospital Ship.
More men from the security force were in the campsite, setting up the sleeping accommodations. A large round tent that would easily fit all 16 boys was in the final stages as the high-pressure tubes filled, raising the 1.5 m (5 ft) sides Then the top went up forming a point about 3 m (10 ft) high. A portable building had been delivered with all the equipment and food for the outing. It also had a bedroom with twin bunks.
The scouts unpacked their personal equipment and moved it into the party tent. That's what this tent was. The kind of tent you might rent for a backyard party, but made from a much sturdier fabric.
The scouts had decided, with their Scoutmaster's guidance, to run the campout like a local area camporee. Those are when scout troops from a specific area all camp in the same place and they hold competitions between the patrols to find the `best patrol.' But the scouts didn't want to have a competition between the planets with a winner and a looser, so suggested the games be run for smaller groups of four with two Earth scouts and two Gnahistea scouts in each group. They picked games and contests from the 1929 Boy Scout Handbook as well as some from the 2339 Scout Handbook. They had some preparation work to set-up these events and went about doing what needed to be done. A couple boys were assigned to collect firewood.
Even Mr. Epstein was even impressed with their sensitivity to intergalactic relations as he reviewed the written plan. Truth was, the Earth scouts did want their asses kicked in the games from 1929. Those skills had long ago stopped being part of Scouting as technology advanced and the handbook was updated, that is of course except for the camping part.
At noon, the Intergalactic Relations engineers made lunch for the entire crew. Between the scouts, the security, the medical, and the support staff, 87 people ate lunch, and that didn't count security out on the road blockade. After lunch all the Security Forces vehicles disappeared and the guards, melted into the forest, taking their places protecting the perimeter.
With everyone except Mr. Maxwell gone, the boys were able to ditch their clothing. Their hard penises had been confined to their pants way too long, and it was time to go free. They had about two hours to themselves, and not having cum since leaving home after breakfast, the boys headed to the tent. It was a beautiful, warm April afternoon and rather than `play' in the tent, the boys took four of their sleeping bags, Astroglide, and cum tubes outside for a little outdoor recreation.
Once set up in the shade of the old-growth Longleaf pine trees, penises started parting anuses. As the horny boys fucked, Mr. Maxwell kept watch over them, knowing 60 men from the security detail were not that far away. He could sound a warning to the boys if any of them decided to approach the camp.
The Gnahistea starship docked at the spaceport at 14:00 as arranged. The Gnahistea scouts were transferred to an autonomous station shuttle. These were pilotless vehicles that were guided by specific landing pad beacons. The Gnahistean's shuttle was set to the frequency of the beacon that was placed in the landing zone just outside camp.
When the shuttle departed the spaceport. Mr. Maxwell's PCIA announced their arrival in 10 minutes. He called to the boys still fucking among the trees that they need to get ready for the ship's arrival. Five minutes later he called in a much firmer tone of voice, that they needed to stop fucking and get cleaned up.
The boys jumped at his order, grabbing their bags, and lube, emptying their cum tubes, and returning everything to the party tent.
These shuttles all had stealth mode so the people of Earth wouldn't have to put up with shuttles constantly flying above them. They still flew above them; the people just weren't aware of their presence. On final approach, Mr. Maxwell's PCIA announced their arrival. As they came into the landing zone, since it was a remote location and were safe from prying eyes, the stealth mode was disabled at an elevation of 100 m (330 ft), allowing the Star Traveler Patrol to watch them land.
The scouts came running to the perimeter of the landing zone and lined up in a single row still nude but now cleaned of cum residue, and prepared to welcome the Gnahistea travelers to Earth. Mr. Maxwell also nude, stood at the end of the row.
The shuttle slowly descended vertically, dropping straight down through the opening in the pine canopy above the clearing. At 100 m the ship appeared in the sky above them. It set down gently in the clearing. The opening was on the far side of the ship, and the Earth scouts eagerly anticipated the Gnahistea scouts as they waited for them to appear. They didn't know what to expect.
Finally, there was motion. It was shadows moving that could be seen under the ship. The shadows moved towards the front. The first boy turned the corner coming into view.
There was a collective gasp from the Earth scouts, the Gnahistea scouts were wearing uniforms. The Earth scouts were wearing only their shoes, a smile, and an erection.
The visitors continued walking in a line until they stood in a row across from the Earth scouts. They each had a small backpack, and carried a wood walking stick about 1.5 m (5 ft) tall. There was an awkward silence that Mr. Maxwell broke, "On behalf of the residents of our planet, welcome to Earth."
Even though the Gnahistea scouts were all sixteen or seventeen-years-old, they were much shorter than their counterparts from Earth. What stood before them was the result of thousands of years of adaptive evolution. It would be explained that the increased gravity on Gnahistea, had caused the residents to evolve and after thousands of years, the results stood before them.
"Thank you, Mr. Maxwell, we are pleased to finally be on Earth, the origin of Scouting throughout the galaxy," the Scoutmaster replied.
"Our briefings about Earth indicated that your species wears `clothing'. This is something we do not have on our world, so we had these uniform made for this trip. Now, I see our intelligence was apparently wrong about Earth, you obviously do not wear `clothing'."
Their clothing did provide some information about the scouts. Every one of their uniforms carried an Eagle Scout rank medal and cloth badge, one wore the Senior Patrol Leader pin on his hat and the cloth badge on his shoulder. Each boy had a different troop on his shoulder. Some wore patrol patches on their left shoulder, but no two were alike. These boys were not from one troop, they were had picked leaders from around the planet.
"No, your information is correct. Earthlings, for the most part, do indeed wear clothing; up to the entire day. Some will forgo it during their sleep periods, but re-clothe themselves each morning. That is part of the reason this visit is shrouded in secrecy.
"These scouts are in training for a Boy Scout version of our Star Traveler Adventure and will be visiting five planets where scouting has strong participation. Part of their training is learning to be nude in the presence of others, and since our intelligence about you was that you did not wear clothes, we recruited these specific boys to host this campout."
"Well then, I suppose we can remove these uniforms, the boys and I find them extremely uncomfortable."
Mason, as the patrol leader of the Earth scouts, took charge of the situation. "Come on then, you can put your stuff in the tent. It's this way."
"I have an update for your universal translators with our names, before your go," the Gnahistea leader called out.
"Me too, Mr. Maxwell added." Each group of boys filed past the other group's leader allowing him to touch the transmitter to their necks to add to the facial recognition data base. They had to use the manual update process out in the wilderness.
Mason was the first to speak up, "These names don't make sense, it's just Scoutmaster, Scout 1, Scout 2, through Scout 8. Where's their real names?"
"Our names, do not have a translation into many languages, and even if it did, your pronunciation would sound like gibberish. So, for this camp, you say Scout 1 and our translators will handle the translation into our language and the proper scout will respond."
The boys walked on ahead of the two leaders. Camp was 300 m (330-yards) through the trees. Interestingly, as they walked, the scouts paired up, each pair from two different worlds.
Each pair up ahead looked like an odd couple; one in uniform, one nude; one 16 or 17-year-old, one 13 to 15; the Earth scouts between 142 to 170 cm (4 ft 8 in to 5 ft 7 in) tall, and the Gnahistea scouts 135 cm to 150 cm (4 ft 5 in to 4 ft 9 in) tall. And where each Earth scout was lean, the Gnahistea scouts appeared to be equally as broad, but with those uniforms. . . It will be easier to tell, once they are nude too.
The scouts filed into their party tent, and Mr. Scoutmaster started to follow. Mr. Maxwell stopped him briefly touching his shoulder. It was solid muscle. "Not there, that's for the boys, you and I are over here."
He led him over to the portable building, and offered him his choice of beds.
"A living room, a bedroom, and beds? You're are going to spoil me; I'm not used to such luxury when camping."
"Well, we're not camping. The boys have a similar set-up, but are using sleeping bags."
"You mean if they go to sleep," he chuckled as he started to remove the uniform. "Our camping is a two-man tent, a bed of whatever we can find that is soft, and a blanket. My boys were so excited, this morning I had a hard time getting them to leave their dicks alone long enough to put on the uniforms," he said as his shirt came off and he folded it on his bunk.
"My boys did pretty good today. They were here early, helped with set-up, then held an orgy after lunch until your bunch arrived."
"Is that why their dicks were so hard?" Mr. Scoutmaster asked as he lowered his uniform pants over his wide ass.
"No, that's part of their training too. So many planets, including the ones we will be visiting use sex recreationally. Our boys are a bit more `reserved', so they are taking sex stimulants right now, they're learning how to have fun with sex. They take a daily capsule that won't let their penises soften. That won't be a problem for your boys, will it?"
Mr. Scoutmaster was now as nude as Mr. Maxwell. Max, was now able to assess the Gnahistean's male body. He scanned it with his eyes, and got a good look at his butt as he bent over to fold his pants, but didn't see an anus winking back at him.
"Interspecies and male to male sex is safe sex, let them go for it, I say. My guys aren't shy about sex either. I would say the average teenage boy on Gnahistea has sex eighteen to twenty times a day. Oh wait, that a Gnahistea day. Our days are almost twice the length of yours, so maybe nine or ten times a day."
"Our normal boy population has very little sex, some remaining virgins into their late teenage years. But on these stimulants, we've seen these boys have sex over twenty times in eighteen Earth hours."
"That's impressive." Mr. Scoutmaster replied turning around facing Mr. Maxwell.
"Well, not completely, they run out of semen before a day like that is over. Doesn't seem to stop them though, they just keep right on fucking."
Mr. Scoutmaster's body style would be called an A-frame. He was 152 cm (4 ft 11 in) tall, only a couple cm taller than the tallest of his boys. He had short legs, and long arms, anything that hung down was long. He penis was about 30 cm (12 in) and his scrotum hung about 5 cm (2 in) below the end of his dick.
His shoulders were wide, about 71 cm (28 in) across. His arms hung low too, his fingertips touching his knees. His hips were even wider than his shoulders at 82 cm (32 in). His legs were heavy boned and muscular, there was 10 cm (4 in) between his two sturdy legs where his penis hung. The shaft smaller than the bulbous head.
"I'm sorry for staring, but I've never seen a body shape like yours before."
"Yeah, it is different, isn't it? With the size of our planet, our bodies have evolved to this shape to deal with the much higher gravity. One could say that our planet sucks," he laughed this time at his gravity joke.
"Where are those kids? How long does it take to remove a uniform and stow your gear?" Mr. Scoutmaster asked no one in particular.
"My guess would be that they are practicing Intergalactic Relations and are getting to know each other, intimately. Would you like to see?" Mr. Maxwell offered.
"Sure, what do you have?"
Max could have accessed any of the earth scout's visual cortex recordings, but that technology was need-to-know, so he accessed the hidden camera array inside the tent. They watched until dinner time.
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The Earth scouts, helped the Gnahistea scouts get settled. The pairs that walked over together took sleeping bags next to the host scout, and they began to get to know one another while getting out of those damn uniforms.
The visitors couldn't get out of their clothing fast enough and were quickly nude. With their full bodies on display the hosts stared at their visitors. They had broad shoulders and even broader hips, their arms were long, and their short stubby legs had a gap between them, filled nicely with a long penis that pointed straight down. Their scrotum and balls hung down even farther.
The differences in their penises became the first subject of conversation. The Earth boys were all sporting perpetual erections that forced their penis to point nearly straight up or sometimes straight out from their bodies.
The Gnahistea scout's penises only hung straight down. The eldest's about 28 cm (11 in) straight down! Their penis was one more evolutionary result of the increased gravity. The only difference between a flaccid penis and an erection was the diameter and hardness. Flaccid dicks were slightly smaller and the tissue was soft, with a wrinkled look to the outer skin, boys that had erections were larger and were hard as a rock, the skin tightly stretched. The penis couldn't be moved in either state, that had a rigid central core. The bulbs of their penis were the largest part, size-four all the way. Their shaft was smaller, larger than Aiden's size-two, but not as large as any of the size-threes.
"Go on, you can touch it if you want," Scout 5 offered.
Of course, Braxton wanted to touch it. He wanted to do more with it, but in the interest of proper decorum, he knew he needed an invitation first, so he accepted the `touch it' invitation. He reached out and wrapped his hand around it. It felt soft, yet stiff. Holding it, he could feel it becoming fully erect in his hand.
"How do you guys have sex?"
"With females or males?"
"With males I guess, since there are no females here."
"Oh, yeah, good point. "Hey Scout 6, help me show these guys how we fuck."
"About damn time, I'm so horny, I could fuck a serisacrus (sare-a-sac-rus)."
"What's a serisacrus?"
"It's in the large cat family. In any given litter, males outnumber females eight to one. The reason for that is the mating. Once the male mounts the female, needle-like barbs in her vagina prevent the penis from pulling out. That goes on for a couple days. The male ejaculates hundreds of times, ensuring her pregnancy. If the male hasn't died by the third day, and he's being pulled around by his dick at this point, she kills him. Her vagina recognizes that he's dead and the barbs release, and she eats his dick."
"OH fuck! That make my dick hurt just hearing about it."
"Yeah, brutal huh? It's not much fun to see either."
While telling us about the large cat, Scout 5 and Scout 6 were getting ready to have sex for us. Each went into their packs and retrieved bottles of a clear fluid. They squirted some of the liquid into their hands, it was quite thick.
Braxton held his hand out to Scout 5 and he let him feel the clear blob in his palm. "Just like Astroglide," he announced.
The two scouts got into their favorite position for boys to fuck each other. In a butt-to-butt formation, one boy assumed the doggie position with his penis now parallel to the floor, and the other on his back with his knees pulled up, raising his dick about up at a 45° angle.
Everyone could now see more of the physiology of the Gnahistea. Their penis was lower on their bodies than the Earth boys, it was between their widely-spaced legs. The long hanging scrotum did not come from their body, it came directly from the base of the penis. Their anus was located about 4 cm (1.5 in) further back, still well between their thick legs. The scouts saw no anus as they know of, just an open round hole.
Then Scout 5, on his knees backed up to Scout 6, on his back, their penises touching. Scout 5 rocked back using his hefty thighs. He penis went under Scout 6's penis and followed it down to the open hole. At the same time Scout 6 was assuring he was lined up correctly with Scout 5's hole.
Scout 5 backed up a little more, then rocked backward, driving his penis into Scout 6, and impaling himself on Scout 6's penis at the same time.
Scout 1, the Senior Patrol leader, took over the explanation. "As compact as our bodies are, the penis can only penetrate about 8 cm (3 in) inside us. There really is no reason to try to go any deeper all the good feelings emanate from the bulb."
"Hey, Scout 4, you want to do that to me?" Noah asked already lying on his back with his feet in the air.
Quickly the 16 scouts again paired up. Even Scout 5 and Scout 6 stopped fucking each other for the chance to fuck their host scout.
The Earth scouts couldn't accomplish the dual penetration, their penises just wouldn't reach. But the Gnahistea scouts discovered there WAS a reason to go deeper than 8 cm (3 in), the continued rubbing as their bulb exited the anal canal and entered the rectum, brought them to new arousal highs than they'd ever achieved before. Some figured out how to get into the sigmoid colon and had their entire penis buried in their friend's ass. That was enough to bring them off and thick green semen flowed into the Earth scout's butts.
Mr. Maxwell and Mr. Scoutmaster watched the action on the camera feeds in their quarters. "Do you think, that maybe we could try that too?" Mr. Scoutmaster asked, his penis no longer soft, but fully hard and enlarged. Max simply laid back on his bunk and presented his anus. He would never do anything with one of the boys in his charge, but this was with an adult and it was game on!
Mr. Maxwell's penis swelled to its full 20 cm (8 in). His erect penis now larger than Jackson's erect penis; he was a grower.
In the Party Tent, the orgy continued as it became the Earth scout's turn to fuck the Gnahistea scouts.
There was no way to access the Gnahistea rectums from the front, those stiff penises sticking straight down were in the way. Access had to come in from behind. BULLDOG! Someone suggested, remembering an image in `A Boy's Beginner Guide to Anal Sex'. They guided their Gnahistea counterpart into the standard doggy position, their stiff penis pointing straight back. Instead of getting between their legs, they straddled their legs, bent their knees lowering themselves, and found their holes that way and pumped away.
With some Astroglide, their penises slipped into the dark opening. The hole quickly narrowed to where the Astroglide became necessary, they pushed on in. The lining of the Gnahistea's rectum was like a million tiny fingers wiggling independently of each other. Never having had a sensation like it, the scouts orgasmed within seconds of entry, even before reaching the full depth of 7.5 cm (3 in).
This was where their supplements paid off, instead of their penises going soft, they remained hard and allowed easy entry to the 7.5 cm before the rectum tapered down even smaller, but with their hip thrusts and their slick cum the scouts were able to work in a little deeper, the rectum squeezing their glans tightly. The fingers continued teasing the penis shaft and none of the boys lasted more than a couple minutes before another orgasm expelled their semen, this time filling the cavity and squirting out along their penises.
After their orgasm waned and the boys recovered, and pulled slowly from the Gnahistea asses. The visitors were able to stand and the looked at each other smiling at what they had accomplished.
"Let's do that again!" Elijah called out. "This time we can use the Pile Driver position." The Earth scouts laid on their sleeping bags and raised their butts straight up. The Gnahistea knew exactly how that would work and stepped between their legs straddling their bodies. Their penises found the anus centers and sank down. They fucked the scouts just by doing knee bends. The Gnahistea don't recover as quickly and it took them almost fifteen minutes of constant rubbing through those rectums, while hitting prostates on each pass in both directions, before finally sinking to the hilt, getting their dicks to make the jog into the colon. There they squirted another load of the thick, green, slimy semen.
Each of the boys with upturned asses orgasmed two or more times as they enjoyed the bulb of the Gnahistea' penises as it stimulated their prostates. Bent over as they were, their penises were within inches of their own mouths. As they ejaculated, they let it shoot directly into their mouths.
Without realizing it the Earth scouts were beginning to feel the effects of two loads of Gnahistea semen being absorbed into their systems. Everything was suddenly funny and the Earth scouts were laughing at thing that they wouldn't normally laugh at. The scouts with smaller bodies were beginning to slur some of their words, but no one really noticed. Yet.
It was the Earthling's turn to fuck the Gnahistea again, so, the Earth scouts laid on their bunks, their hips on the very edge with their feet on the floor. This made their penises point straight up or lie on their abdomens. The Gnahistea stood over them facing away, either between their widely spaced legs, or straddling them with the legs closer together. They lowered themselves, their stiff penises passing between the scout's legs on down beside the bunk. The scout's raised their penises as the dark holes approached and enveloped them. The millions of little fingers were still wiggling, teasing and tickling and masturbating the invading penises.
Having cum two or more time just minutes ago allowed the Earth scouts to enjoy the intense feelings. The Gnahistea could raise and lower themselves on the Earth scouts' dick, or he could thrust up into the rectum above him. It still didn't take long and the boys were shooting their semen in the Gnahistea `rectums'.
Aiden with his long thin size-two penis managed to pound his 18 cm (7 in) all the way into Scout 3.
"Oh fuck! Nothing has ever been that deep in my ass," the sixteen-year-old exclaimed. Between the tiny fingers teasing his shaft and the glans and upper shaft being squeezed so tightly, Aiden gave out a mighty roar as his semen released again in Scout 3.
The volume of his exclamatory yell, was enough for Mr. Maxwell and Mr. Scoutmaster to stop what they were doing and look at the monitors. Mr. Maxwell had to explain that the boy on the bottom had an 18 cm (7 in) long penis and it was apparently all the way in the boy on top.
"Damn, I didn't even think that was possible," he replied and went back to what he and Mr. Maxwell had been doing, only a little more aggressively.
The rest of the Earth scouts were surprised at Aiden's outburst and it only served to heighten their own arousal and bring on another orgasm.
With it being the Gnahistea scout's turn to fuck, they took advantage of their shorter stature. They moved into the Pile Driver position again, this time taking the bottom position so their penises would point straight up. The Earth scouts stepped through their legs and lowered their anuses engulfing the bulb. Their tight anus stretching open and spreading around the size-four bulb of the Gnahistean's penis.
The scouts didn't take them deep, they let their anuses do the work. As soon as the Gnahistea penis was in them, they reversed direction and pulled off. Thus, the tightest part of their rectums was squeezing the most sensitive part of the Gnahistea penis. This brought the Gnahistea to new heights and they ejaculated their semen in the scout's rectums.
The Earth scout didn't want to be out performed by the Gnahistea, so they didn't stop either. It took another ten minutes of serious fucking, both concentrating on the bulb and taking the full penis inside them, this time the semen was released in the sigmoid colon.
It again became the Earth scout's turn to fuck the Gnahistea scouts.
Braxton suggested to use the concrete picnic tables so the sixteen of them migrated outside.
Braxton had Scout-5 stand on the bench facing the center of the table. He had him squat down holding onto the tabletop for balance. Scout-5 had to squat carefully so his penis would go past the bench on outside. This put the Gnahistean's assholes at the perfect height, even for the shorter guys like Aiden, Liam, Noah, and Elijah.
Braxton then moved in behind him, bent his knees to get a little lower, then thrust up into the Gnahistea ass. He shoved it in hard all the way past 7.5 cm (3 in) narrowing.
The Earth scouts realized it was getting late and needed finish up this fuck session, but for some reason thought that was funny. They wanted to try something that would allow everyone to get off. Remembering the image in the book, they decided they were all going to suck each other's dicks at the same time.
Mr. Maxwell also realized the late hour and he and Mr. Scoutmaster brought out everything for dinner while the boys played.
All the bunks in the tent were pushed out of the way and they formed a large circle. The Gnahistea scouts were placed on their backs, and the Earth scouts laid over them, allowing their penis to enter a mouth.
It took some adjusting to get the circle size right. The boy on top needed to be able to reach the penis of the next Gnahistea in the circle. After several modifications of their positions, every boy could reach the next penis in the circle. Someone said, "Go," and the sucking began. Mason and Liam knew how to deep throat and took the penis they were sucking in deep, all 30 cm (12 in) of it, clear down into their throats. They tasted nothing when the ejaculate came.
As scouts orgasmed, ejaculating their semen into each other's mouths, the circle began breaking up, but they didn't stop until the last boy, the Gnahistea Senior Patrol Leader, deposited his green goo in Jackson's mouth. Jackson savored the thick slimy goo, it tasted mildly sweet, with no salty flavor at all.
Mr. Scoutmaster and Mr. Maxwell were considering breaking things up, when the tent door was opened and the scouts staggered out into the setting sunshine.
Three tables were loaded with everything that was planned for dinner. It was nearly 18:30, they had been in the tent for almost 4 hours. Some of the scouts had trouble walking to the tables.
The meals tonight were the same ones they used on most outings, single serve meals with internal heat packets. Mason demonstrated pounding on them with a fist to break the heat packets, then open and eat. There was a variety of meals available and they let the Gnahistea scouts have first choice.
They sat about the tables and the more time that passed, the more obnoxious the Earth scouts became. They were laughing at everything, even when it was nothing. "Aiden! Could you come here please?" Mr. Maxwell called. Aiden, giggling, got up and attempted to walk to their table. He finally got there after taking a circuitous route and tripping over his own feet.
"Aiden Kelsey, are you drunk?"
"I donua sink so." He said slurring his words.
"Boys! What have you been drinking?" Mr. Maxwell demanded.
"Nothing, honest," they replied and they devolved in a giggling fit.
Mr. Scoutmaster took hold of Aiden's arm. "How much Gnahistea semen is in you Aiden?"
"Aah, . . . four in here," he said turning around and pointing at his butt, then turning back around said, "and one in here," sticking a finger in his mouth that he just left there, then started sucking on it. Aiden was obviously inebriated.
"Shit!" Mr. Scoutmaster said rushing off to where he left his pack. He disappeared inside and reappeared moments later shaking some pills out of a bottle. "Well, there's some more information for your database about our race," he said to Mr. Maxwell. "Have each boy take one, they're fast acting and will negate the effect of the boy's semen."
Mr. Maxwell made the rounds giving each Earth scout a pill and making sure he swallowed it. He got to Aiden, but he was non-responsive. He pulled Aiden's finger from his mouth and forced a pill into his throat. Water was poured into his mouth making him swallow and cough. "Hold on to that one, until he recovers.
"How do you feel, Max?" Mr. Scoutmaster asked.
Max sat on one of the table's bench seats, "Uh, completely normal, not even a buzz," he said as he pulled Aiden's back into his chest wrapping his arms around the small boy as he stood between Max's legs waiting for the pill to work.
"Good, I assumed so. This has happened a few times and each time virile young boys were involved and a substantial amount of semen was traded over a short period of time. The pill will protect the boys for a week, so it won't happen again."
Mr. Maxwell was having trouble remembering the last time he saw Aiden without an erection. It was the first Friday night of their first training weekend. The stupor he was in completely softened his 18 cm (7 in) erection. It now looked normal on a boy his size. It was about 11 cm (4.3 in) long and was hanging down.
Aiden's knees began buckling and instinctively Mr. Maxwell's hand went between his legs to prop him up. He was holding Aiden's penis in his palm, and he took a deep breath, but didn't move his hand, as much as he wanted to feel the little dick with his fingers and rub up and down the little shaft.
Everyone sat quietly as the pills took effect. With disaster averted, dinner over, and the sun set, the Earth scouts decided that it was too late for the contests they had planned for Thursday evening.
Mr. Maxwell told them to get the fire ready for later tonight. "Let Scout 2 light the fire, he is the regional champion in fire-by-friction."
Aiden was taking longer to recover, he had received a more concentrated dose of the semen than the other boys, in relationship to his body size.
Finally, Aiden said, "I like the way you're holding me Mr. Maxwell, thank you," Aiden said. "What happened to me?"
"You got drunk on Gnahistea semen. We gave you a pill to counteract the sperm and protect you until after they are gone."
"So, I can still let them fuck me?"
"Yes, they can still fuck you. Do you think you can stand on your own?"
"Only if you promise not to let go of my penis."
"I feel your erection coming back. When you stand up though, turn and face me."
Aiden straightened his legs taking his weight off Mr. Maxwell's hand, but he didn't remove it. Aiden turned between Max's legs facing him. Mr. Maxwell having been asked by Aiden, wrapped his thumb and forefinger around Aiden's penis and started stroking the half-hard organ. Aiden held on to his shoulders and stood there enjoying the hand job. Aiden was soon back a full erection and had his eyes closed. Aiden was being very quiet; he didn't want to draw any attention to what was happening. "I'm getting so close. . ."
Aiden humped into his hand, and squeaked out that he was cumming. His hips thrust forward and Mr. Maxwell aimed his penis at his cupped hand.
"Go on now and join your friends." Max told Aiden, swatting his behind as he took off for the fire ring.
Mr. Maxwell, looked over at Mr. Scoutmaster with a pleading look in his eyes. "Don't look at me, I've fucked every one of my boys, and they've fucked me. You know how far it is from Gnahistea to Earth?"
Mr. Maxwell held out his hand with Aiden's semen pooled in his palm. "Want to give boy-semen a try? Tastes better than mine, I'll share."
"No thanks, I can sense that it means too much to you. You take it and enjoy it. I would be interested in fucking one of the boys, if one's amenable, of course." Mr. Scoutmaster suggested.
"Oh, they're more than willing do you have your eye on any particular one?"
"Well Liam of course, he so damn cute. Second choice would be Aiden, but considering we nearly killed him, maybe Noah?"
"I'll make the arrangements. Maybe we should join the scouts over at the campfire."
They arrived just in time and Scout 2 was lighting the fire by using friction of a hardwood against a soft wood. At first there was just a column of smoke, then a spark and tinder was placed over it, with some soft blowing, the tinder began smoking, then burst into flame. More tinder was added and it was transferred beneath the waiting fire lay. The small twigs caught fire and started the rest of the kindling, which caught the fuel, the larger pieces, on fire. The Earth scouts applauded for Scout 2 and his fire making ability. That was a requirement in 1929.
Around the fire they sang songs found in the 1929 handbook, those were the only songs the two groups had in common. The Earth scouts brought out the Toas-Tite Pie Irons and made small pies for everyone. More importantly they sat around the fire and told of their experiences in Scouting and how it made them better people.
They enjoyed each other's company and the warmth of the fire until boys started becoming restless.
They closed with another
song, Scout Vesper.
Softly falls the light of day,
While our camp fire fades away . . . . .
The boys stood while singing the final song, when it was over began moving towards the tent after Mr. Maxwell offered to take care of the fire.
Mr. Maxwell stopped Liam before he could get away from the fire ring with a hand on his shoulder. "Liam, you got a minute?" Liam didn't have too much time; he was horny as all fuck and wanted to get to the tent relieve his need.
"Sure, what do you need?"
Mr. Maxwell kneeled to talk with the boy. Emboldened by his encounter with Aiden, he reached out and wrapped his hand around Liam's penis. "Would you be interested in spending a little time with Mr. Scoutmaster before heading to your tent?"
"Really! Can I? Is this for reals?"
"Yes, it's for real. You would be the first Earth boy Mr. Scoutmaster has even been with."
"You mean now, can I? Where is he?"
"I'm so pleased your willing to have some fun with him. He's in the bedroom, go on in. You two won't be disturbed there. I'll wait out here by the fire, just let me know when you're done."
Liam ran to the portable building knocked and entered. Then walked down the hall to the bedroom. There were no cameras in there so Mr. Maxwell had placed a portable recording device hidden in a shaving kit.
"Hi Mr. Scoutmaster, I'm Liam. Mr. Maxwell said that maybe you'd like to fuck me. I'd like that a lot. First the Senior Patrol leader, now the scoutmaster, I'm honored, Sir."
"Liam, come on up here then, and let's have some fun." He pulled Liam to his chest and began putting his tongue in Liam's mouth. Liam was accustomed to kissing, but there was no lip sucking, only tongue action until Liam began kissing Mr. Scoutmaster and playing with his tongue at the same time. Mr. Scoutmaster moaned into Liam's mouth, never having kissed before, he enjoyed it. "What do you call this interaction with our lips?"
"We call it kissing, and when we add out tongues as well, it's called French Kissing. Don't ask me why, it's just called that."
"Do all you boys like kissing?"
"All the guys here do."
"Would it be ok if I suggested my boys ask your group to teach them to kiss?"
"Sure, we'd love to teach them."
"May I play with your penis now, please?"
"Wow, you are so polite, sure, let me get turned around." Liam reversed his direction on the bed, leaving his genitals in front of Mr. Scoutmasters face. His hard dick was sucked into the warm mouth waiting for it. "If you do that very long, I'll cum in your mouth."
Liam now needing something to do with his hand and his own mouth began playing with the large penis by his face. He had to work his face between the massive thighs to reach it, but Mr. Scoutmaster helped by spreading his legs for the boy. Liam couldn't suck his dick, the end of it was too far away, but he did begin to lick as much of it as he could reach, and he was able to pull the low-hanging scrotum up on top so he could play with and suck on his balls. He knew Mr. Scoutmaster was erect, his penis was hard and the entire outer skin was stretched tight.
Liam's hips did some of those humps, the kind you didn't really mean to do, but couldn't help doing them. "That's it Liam, fuck my mouth, cum in me."
Liam was so horny, he didn't need a second invitation, and began actively fucking Mr. Scoutmaster's mouth. He hadn't cum since before dinner. "Suck me harder, please," he cried. His pelvis pounded harder into Mr. Scoutmaster's chin, as the sucking increased. "Oh fuck, almost there!" He slammed his pelvis in again and kept it there, Mr. Scoutmaster sucked him hard. Any harder and his dick would be a hickey. His balls churned and spit out the sperm, "I'm cumming" he squealed, as semen splashed across his partner's tongue, again and again, five, six times. And then it was over, only the dribbles were left and Mr. Scoutmaster handled them too sucking them out of his penis.
Mr. Maxwell was right. Boy-cum does taste better than man-cum at least in comparison to Mr. Maxwell.
"Ok, it's my turn now. I'm going to roll to my right side and raise my top leg up out of the way. You're going to lay face down on my right leg, your right leg will run up my stomach, your left leg will run up next to my butt. When you're in position, I'll lower my left leg and put it over your left one. I know, it sounds complicated, but it really isn't, you'll figure it out.
Liam crawled down his chest onto his right leg and repositioned himself as he rolled to his side. Liam didn't understand how they were going to fuck in this position, but he just played along. When he was below that long dick, he put his leg on the other side of it. It was at that point Liam realized this was like the Sideways Pile Driver position, except they were laying down.
He felt the top leg come down over his left leg. "Give me your right-hand Liam. He brought back a handful of lubricant with directions to put some on his stomach and some on Mr. Scoutmaster's leg above his knee. That's when Liam realized he was going to be sliding on Mr. Scoutmaster's leg, he didn't know how yet. Mr. Scoutmaster lubed the portion of his right leg under his penis.
"You ready little one?"
Liam acknowledged, "Fuck me, Daddy!" he was ready.
Mr. Scoutmaster grabbed hold of Liam's legs and pulled. Liam slid on the thick lubricant until his anus contacted the hard penis. "Get it centered Liam, you can feel that better than I."
The dick moved slightly and the word was given to proceed. Liam's legs were pulled again and the bulb squeezed through his anus. He stopped where he usually stops with his boys, 8 cm (3 in) deep, then pushed on his legs, the bulb slid out of his anus. Pulled again and pushed, just the bulb passing through his anus and the anal canal.
Next time it exited his anus he directed Mr. Scoutmaster, "Pull me higher this time, you can go deeper in me." He pulled again a little higher maybe 10 cm (4 in) deep.
"More, pull me higher," Liam demanded. He pulled until he felt pressure on the end of his dick at 18 cm (7 in) deep. "That's good, now push." The thirteen-year-old instructing the adult scout leader how to fuck an Earth boy. "Do it some more and don't stop until I tell you."
Mr. Scoutmaster pulled Liam up and pushed his down, Liam's slickened stomach sliding on the slickened leg, the penis sliding through his anus to the end of his rectum. But Liam wanted more, "Next time you hit the bottom, stop.
"Now push me down 1 cm no more." He felt the minor adjustment and moved around. "Get ready to pull when you feel your dick slide free." Liam was moving the dick in his rectum into a position where it could make the transition into his colon, only then could the scoutmaster achieve full penetration. He did feel something slip and he pulled on Liam's legs, his dick slid through Liam's anus until Liam's anus touched the scrotum at the base of the dick. His entire penis was buried in the Earth scout, something he never expected to experience.
"Now fuck me, but only push about 10 cm before pulling back up." Mr. Scoutmaster followed instructions pushing and pulling. He was well past Liam's prostate so there was little chance he would shoot off again. But Mr. Scoutmaster did, big time, the thick green goo was deposited when Liam had been pulled to the maximum depth.
They laid there a few minutes, "I suppose you want to get back to fucking your friends?" Mr. Scoutmaster asked.
"I'll stay here all night if you want. I liked you fucking me."
"Thank you for saying that, for an Earth boy, you are exceptionally cute and you have a beautiful soul, but it's time for you to rejoin your patrol."
Liam made himself slide down the leg he laid on, pulling the penis from his ass at the same time. The bulb expanding his anus as it pulled free.
"Thank you, Liam, goodnight."
Liam leaned over him and planted one last kiss on his lips. "Good night, Sir, and Thank You. I'll tell the guys about teaching your boys how to kiss."
Liam went to the fire ring to find Mr. Maxwell. "All done Mr. Maxwell," Liam said walking up to him.
"Thank you for doing that Liam, you have no idea how helpful that will be to the Federation. Liam didn't see how allowing Mr. Scoutmaster to fuck him will be important to the Federation, but rather than pursue it, he dropped it.
"It was fun, I enjoyed it. Good night."
"Good night, Liam."
Back in the youth tent, Liam relayed the request that they teach them to kiss. Some of the scouts had already started. Kissing was natural thing for the Earth boys.
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The sun had been up for a couple of hours when the scouts finally emerged from their tent. The adults had set the breakfast out and were enjoying the morning sun. The scouts gathered around the tables and started warming their food. "Ok, which of you has fresh Gnahistea semen in your rectum, not further in, just in the rectum.
All eight Earth scouts looks guilty, but Braxton offered, "I do Mr. Maxwell, very fresh, like only a few minutes old."
"Perfect, Braxton, may I have a sample? I talked with our medical team, and they would like to try to figure out what made you boys drunk yesterday.
"Sure, no problem, where do you want it?" Mr. Maxwell held up a medical sample jar with a screw lid. Braxton took the jar and held it below his anus and pushed out. A large glob of the thick green semen appeared from his anus and grew larger until it fell into the jar. He replaced the cap and returned it to Mr. Maxwell saying, "Braxton, at your service in the name of intergalactic relations."
A medical technician appeared in the camp, like he had been watching. Which, in fact he was. He took the sample jar and headed back to the Star Fleet Hospital Ship near the park entrance.
After a simple breakfast, the scouts began participating in the contests the Earth scouts had prepared, but not before breaking into four groups of four. Liam, Scout 1, Jackson, and Scout 8 became the Wolf patrol; Elijah, Scout 2, Mason, and Scout 7 the Raven patrol; Aiden, Scout 3, Logan, and Scout 6 the Bulls; Noah, Scout 4, Braxton, and Scout 5 the Curlews. These four patrol names were the same names Baden-Powell used at the first Boy Scout Camp on Brownsea Island in 1907.
One of the Earth scouts was `in charge' of one event. One had the boys running around through the woods, that they hoped wouldn't come across the security force. One was a simple as a knot tying contest of tying the standard knots of the Tenderfoot test, but to make it harder, each round was for speed against a scout from each patrol. There was a contest requiring a message to be sent with Semaphore flags. The Earth scouts had to cheat and used their copy of the 1929 handbook. One was judging heights and distance without any electronic devices. They used sticks and the length of their steps. Mr. Maxwell identified the correct answers with his scanner.
At lunch the medical team showed up. Proud as could be with smiles on their faces. "We isolated an enzyme in the semen that is incompatible with the physiology of several species in the Federation. We synthesized a vaccine that will protect someone from ever being affected by it, or it will make the enzyme benign in the carrier.
So, we give it to the boys and never have to worry about it affecting anyone again?" Mr. Scoutmaster asked.
"That's right, Sir."
"This problem has plagued us for years, ever since we began interplanetary travel. We've only been able to produce an antidote to negated the symptoms. Give it to them. We have some other planets to visit on our way home." The technician had a hypo spray prepared and gave each of the Gnahistea scouts an injection in their upper glutinous maximus. He also handed over a supply of the vaccine for them to take home where it could be replicated and given to any younger space traveler leaving Gnahistea.
"When you return home have your medical team contact us, what we don't know is the upper age limit when it becomes benign on its own. That's going to take some research on your home world."
"I will do that. Now that we know which enzyme to look for. They should be contacting you in about three months.
In all there were eight contests, three before lunch and five after. The overall contest, came out even amazingly enough, each group making sure the other groups won two events each. That wasn't planned, but that's what the scouts made happen. No winners and no losers, a perfect Intergalactic Relations ending.
With five contests after lunch, dinner was eaten late as the sun was setting. As they were eating, it occurred to Aiden that his parents would already be back from the city with Robbie, they probably had dinner at their favorite restaurant again. Aiden wondered what they were doing now, without him. His only consolation was that he would be home tomorrow, Saturday, after lunch, and would have at least one night with Robbie.
"Can we have those little pies again for dessert?" the Gnahistea scouts asked. The Earth scouts had planned for S'mores for tonight's camp fire, but sure they could do both.
The day had been an extremely busy one, but after lunch and dinner the adults gave the scouts a half hour `to do whatever' and each time they disappeared into the party tent.
The campfire began soon after dinner's free time. It was a more somber gathering than last night, each scout realizing that the Gnahistea scouts would be leaving at 13:30 tomorrow.
The gathering broke up about 21:30 with a standing version of Scout Vespers. As they moved towards the party tent, Mr. Maxwell stopped Noah this time redirecting him to the scoutmaster's bedroom. Noah was very pleased that he had been selected this time and was looking forward to what Liam had told them what happened in there last night.
Noah didn't show up in the party tent until 22:30, he enjoyed his time with Mr. Scoutmaster.
He also enjoyed the remaining time with the Gnahistea scouts until they went to sleep in the wee hours of the next day.
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Saturday was set up for the Gnahistea scouts to present their scout skills as they practice it on their planet.
Breakfast took a lot longer as the Gnahistea scouts demonstrated cooking over an open fire, and for breakfast they used foods native to their home planet. The Earth scouts ate what was prepared for them. Some of it had what could be called `an acquired taste.' It made them wonder if Earth foods they had been serving were thought of in the same way. All of them were too polite to voice any negative comments.
They did a first aid demonstration using methods so antiquated even the Gnahistea scouts laughed at the crudeness of it, compared to today's technology with dermal regenerators, bone fusers, and modern resuscitation techniques.
They built a mini tower out of the walking sticks, tying them together with lashings.
They played a game where scouts tried to follow Scout 1 through the woods without being seen, the skill was called stalking.
To round out their morning they took a short hike, about 4 km (2.5 mi) to a stream that ran through the park. There in a wide spot where they got to jump from a rock on the bank into deeper water and they played in the shallow water splashing each other, and just having fun. The water was still incredibly cold to the Earth scouts. The Gnahistea scouts didn't mind the temperature at all.
But at last, it was time to return to camp. They had lunch, and the boys all packed up their bags and cleaned out their tent as the adults cleaned out their bedroom. Their time had come to an end and they made the 300 m (330-yard) walk through the trees to the clearing where the shuttle was still parked. It struck the boys as odd that the shuttle never left. Usually, they go from transport to transport, but this time it had stayed here. It had stayed as a security precaution in case an emergency exit of the Gnahistea group became necessary.
In the clearing the Gnahistea scouts took their packs and walking sticks aboard the shuttle, while the Earth scout loaded their stuff aboard the GTU parked nearby. Mr. Maxwell had parked it at the edge of clearing as well. From the back, he brought out a large box sent by the Earth Scouting Organization containing one of each scout book currently in print, training materials, program aids, and anything else that could help modernize their scout program. Also in the box was nine digital library displays (e-book readers with a color display) one for each scout, with digital copies of the printed books along with training videos and anything else they could think to include. It was loaded aboard the shuttle.
They met again in the clearing almost like they did when the ship first arrived. The Gnahistea scouts were carrying 9 identical boxes with handles. They faced the Earth scouts much like they did when they arrived and placed the boxes on the ground.
"First, we'd like to present each of you with a memento of our visit, a Gnahistea scout pocket knife."
Mason quickly spoke up. "That's an amazing coincidence we too have a souvenir for you of your visit to Earth, a Boy Scouts of Earth pocket knife."
They exchanged knives, with hugs and handshakes using the Scout handshake found in the 1929 handbook. Back then it was with the left hand, supposedly the hand closest to the heart. Even the adults exchanged the brand-new knives provided by the Earth scouts' Scoutmaster.
The Senior Patrol Leader took over adding, "We offer this gift only because of how incredible this campout was. You have no idea how much this means to us. Now to explain the gift is the geologist of our group, Scout 7."
The rock-nerd, Scout 7, continued. "One of the reasons the Federation is so interested in our planet, is that we have something they need. Several thousand years ago, volcanos brought crystalline rocks to the surface from near the center of our planet. After thousands of years, they now lie under the surface, but are not difficult to find.
"Our gift to you, for being such gracious hosts, are some of the rocks expelled by the volcano so many years ago."
He opened his box and removed a large crystalline rock. It was beautiful, about 45 cm (18 in) tall, and 30 cm (12 in) in diameter. You could see the delicate structure of the rock. The one he opened was a beautiful red color almost ruby.
"Allow me to show you how to remove a single crystal." He had his Scout knife with him and positioned the blade at the junction of two of the individual crystals that made up the large rock. He tapped it with his hand and the exterior crystal broke away from the larger piece. "There, that's all there is to it. Mason, thank you for everything you did for me and to me these last few days. This piece," he said holding up the single crystal, "is all a starship needs to control the matter/antimatter reaction in the warp-core for up to a year. I understand that on some planets these are highly sought after."
"So, these are dilithium crystals?" Mason asked.
"Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that."
Each of the Gnahistea scouts presented to their counterpart a similar box, and in each was a different color crystal, red, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, brown, and white.
I'm sure you'll want to share the colors so that each of you have a complete set, all eight colors make a very nice display."
"Mr. Maxwell." Mr. Scoutmaster said, "I too wish to thank you personally for everything you and your scouts have done for me and my scouts. Camping on Earth, even though it wasn't in Gilwell Park was a thrill for us. These eight leaders will take their experiences and the materials you shared, back to their countries and their councils and share those experiences. This one is for you as my personal gift. If you decide to share it with others, I understand it is more highly sought after than dilithium crystals as well it should be, even on our planet they are more difficult to find."
There were hugs and tugs on penises and the Gnahistea scouts boarded the shuttle and closed the door. Mr. Scoutmaster radioed the spaceport "Scout Campout to Earth Spaceport control."
"Go ahead Scout Campout."
"Scout Campout Shuttle ready for return to Spaceport."
"Enjoy the ride, Scout Campout." And with that the engines started and the ship slowly lifted off vertically. At 100 m (330 ft) elevation, the stealth systems turned on and the ship disappeared.
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Aiden for one was sad it was over, but he was happy it was over as well, he would get to go home now, where Robbie was.
With their gear already in the GTU, the boys loaded their gifts in the rear of the unit. One would think a crystal that large would have been heavier, but even Aiden had no problem handling the large box.
As they drove away from the camp, men from the security force and support staff returned to the campsite and started dismantling it.
On the trip home Mr. Maxwell, warned the scouts, "Before you do anything with your dilithium crystal, you need to know that they are quite valuable. You shouldn't let anybody, outside your family know you have it. The scouts nodded their acceptance of his directions. The scouts talked about all the different colors and all agreed that they would share with each other so each could have all eight colors.
"What color is yours Mr. Maxwell?"
"I don't know, I never looked. I was so interested watching you guys. Somebody open my box and tell us what it is."
Logan was closest so he opened Mr. Maxwell's crystal box. At first it was dark inside the box and he couldn't tell the color, but the longer light was allowed in, the crystal appeared to absorb the light. "It's glowing! And it's getting brighter." Within a minute of being exposed to the light, the crystal shone brightly the crystal was multiplying the light and emitted a magnificent gold color.
"That's not dilithium, that's trilithium! It's used in the Invincible-class ships. That's incredibly rare. I assume you'll all want an individual crystal."
"It's so beautiful, of course we do." Logan answered for all the scouts.
"Ok, I'll be returning some of your troop's equipment on Tuesday night. Each of you bring one piece for me, and seven for your crew members and we can trade then.
"Oh, and one more thing. Leading up to this campout, this event was considered `Top-Secret'. Now that it is over, it is declassified to `confidential' so you are allowed to tell your family about it, but make sure you impress upon whatever family you tell, that they need to keep your descriptions to themselves. And do I need to remind you, your parents don't need to know everything? OK?"
The boys replied in unison in that sing-song style year-zero students use answering their teacher, "Yes, Mr. Maxwell."
"You guy are too funny."
With that agreement in place, Mr. Maxwell suggested the scouts get dressed as they were about to arrive at the Troop's meeting place where the parents were waiting to pick them up.
Mr. Maxwell explained to the gathered parents that a very valuable gift had been given to each scout, but he didn't reveal what the gift was. He would let the boys do that.
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End of Chapter 5
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