Date: Fri, 2 Jul 2010 02:22:25 +0800
From: Charlie Rubin <c.rubin@contactoffice.net>
Subject: The Boys of Troop 501 - Chapter 1 - After the summer

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The Boys of Troop 501 - Chapter 1- After the summer


I hope he joins my patrol. Chester thought to himself as he looked at the
handsome boy who sat on the floor. He's so bright and cheerful, even though
he must be nervous as hell! The new recruits of Scout Troop 501 sat on the
floor in two neat rows, the six of them forming a rank three across and two
deep. Chester remembered his own first day well enough. It had been, on
reflection, one of the most tremendous days of his life.

"Hey Ches!" called a familiar voice from the stairwell, "come down to the
Den and help me check my uniform will you?" Zachary Tanner, 'Zach' to his
friends, beckoned him over to the troop's basement headquarters. It was a
spacious room that served both as a social gathering place for members as
well as a secure storage area for their equipment. Located in the lower
basement of the local council building, it had been sited there for two
reasons; its proximity to a community field, where many of the troop's
activities were held, and because many years ago, the troop had opted to
take the larger space in a less central location rather than a smaller,
though less bare room in another building.

Though the room's floor was bare concrete and the walls were of naked
brick, many years of fundraising, kind donations and good old
do-it-yourself elbow grease had turned it into a cosy home away from
home. Large tracts of the floor were softened by a patchwork of recycled
carpets, salvaged and donated from local offices when they underwent moves
or renovations. The walls were adorned with flags, banners and photo
frames, showing the smiling faces of generations of 501 scouts who had
enjoyed each others' company, growing up in the rough and tumble of a youth
spent in adventure and good company. An twelve-seat dining table set,
donated by one of the town restaurants when they downsized, was the
centrepiece of the business side of the room while an old but well
maintained set of Chesterfield-style sofas and armchairs designated another
quadrant of the rectangular room as the 'chill out corner'. To the
uninitiated visitor, the Den looked like a motley collection of mismatched
living room cast offs, but to the scouts of 501, it was the living product
of a labour of love.

As he stepped into the Den, Chester turned to close the door as was the
troop custom- a closed door signified that 'serious' work was being done
and that all wishing to enter should knock and wait for permission before
entering. As soon as the door clicked shut, he felt Zach's hands on his
shoulders and was spun around to find himself nose to nose with his
friend. The musky, boyish smell of Zach's closeness started a tingle
somewhere deep within Chester's loins and his friend's emerald green eyes
seemed to draw him in.

"I missed you over the summer", the green-eyed boy whispered huskily. It
seemed that the long summer break had done nothing to dampen the special
friendship the two scouts shared. Rather than say anything, Chester
responded by grasping Zach by the hips and drawing them together, until
their bodies were in contact from stomach to knee.

The moment was sweet, as the two boys- not yet sixteen- savoured the
other's smell and felt their breath blow warm against their faces. Then,
with all the longing of two lovers separated overlong, they kissed. Gently
at first, no more than an exchanging of pecks on the lips, and then more
fully and intimately; their tongues writhing in growing passion as the
boy's bodies tensed and pressed against each other, causing each to acutely
feel the rising stiffness in their trousers.

"Let's use the couch..." said Chester, breaking the kiss at last.

"I haven't cum since last week, Ches..." was all Zach whispered as he
reached out and ran his fingers through his friend's wavy brown hair.

The boys sat down side by side on the Chesterfield sofa and hugged each
other tightly. Zach had always been so expressive of his affection and the
romantic love talk was hugely arousing for Chester. Reaching under the
front of Zach's uniform shirt, Chester ran his hand across a set of firm
pectorals and boyishly muscular abs.

"Oooh... " said Ches with a smile, "someone's been working out!" While not
a jock by any sense of the word, Zach was blessed with a naturally high
metabolism that kept him lean despite a healthy teenage appetite and it was
clear from his well muscled legs that he had been keeping active.

"A hundred push ups and a hundred crunches twice a day," replied Zach as he
reached out with both hands and pulled Chester's shirt off over his
head. "Not a bad tan you've got there yourself!" Chester had spent a good
part of the summer sailing off the coast and had acquired a sexy bronze
tinge to his skin.

Knowing that their absence would be noticed if they were gone too long,
Chester moved to kneel on the carpet between Zach's legs and undid his
friend's zipper, pulling his trousers and boxers down to reveal a familiar
and welcome sight; Zach's erect, circumcised penis standing at attention
and leaking pre-cum.

"Oh! Oooh!" Zach arched his back and his eyes rolled backwards into his
head as Chester's lips closed over the mushroom head and a skilful tongue
teased the glands in practiced, well orientated flicks.

Chester loved the taste of Zach's cock. It tilted slightly downward when
hard and was at a perfect angle for blowjobs from the front. Whether it was
as now, a quickie in the Den, or a spontaneous shared shower, or - his
favourite- a carefully planned afternoon at either of their bedrooms when
they had the house to themselves, Chester's preferred opening after
foreplay was almost always to take his lips to Zach's pole.

His friend's expert sucking was driving Zach wild with abandon. Over months
of intimate sessions, the boys had gotten to know many aspects of each
others' sensuality. The places to caress, the ideal angles each preferred
their penises to be masturbated, the tickly bits and the best ways to
suddenly heighten pleasure and to bring the other party shuddering over the
edge.

Chester took Zach's shaft deep into his mouth, burying his nose into his
friend's neatly trimmed pubic bush. By agreement, the boys either shaved or
cut their pubes short- neither enjoyed the feeling of breathing through a
woollen jumper while giving head.

"Oh god, Chester, I missed you so much... please don't stop... oooh..."
Zach used both hands to gently stroke Chester's scalp, in the same way a
hairdresser would lather a client's hair during a shampoo. Chester
responded by sucking his friend in long, deliberate and hard pulls, drawing
his lips up Zach's shaft to purse briefly around the sensitive head before
driving back down once again to envelope the penis all the way to the
base. To Zach, every stroke felt like a spark of sex lightning that tingled
through his penis, through to a place deep inside his groin, gradually
building up the charged cum inside him until, like a battery that could not
be charged any further, he would climax in a bucking thunderstorm of pure
ecstacy.

Within minutes, Chester's expert fellatio brought his buddy to a pounding
climax. "Aha... Ahagh.... AAAGH!!!!" moaned the scout as semen spurted from
deep within him and fed his friend's hungry mouth in wave after wave of
pleasure. Zach's trousers were still wrapped around his knees, restricting
his movement and the minor bondage aspect always heightened his orgasm. As
usual, Chester kept the cum in his mouth and let a little of it dribble
down his chin. Zach breathed heavily on the couch, spent and feeling
sublime after a much anticipated release. Chester moved up so that he
straddled his friend and leaned in close until they were again face to
face. Zach smiled as he used his tongue to clean his cum dribbles from
Chester's face before they re-embraced in a kiss, sharing the taste of
Zach's cum until the gooey love jizz had been swallowed by both boys.

"Better get dressed, silly", said Chester as Zach sat back after the kiss,
his green eyes glowing in affection.

"Cant I do you now?" Zach asked, sounding disappointed. Though he felt less
horny after his orgasm, Zach was a considerate boy by nature and felt bad
that his buddy was missing out.

"Not now, I think... the others will come looking for us if we don't turn
up soon." As much as he craved deeply for a release and was genuinely
overjoyed to see his best friend again, they both had a higher duty to be
present to welcome the new recruits. If there was one thing both boys loved
more than each others' company, it was their pride in their identities as
Scouts.

As they got dressed, they checked each other's uniforms to ensure that they
looked their best. From the way their scarves were folded to their belt
buckles lining up 'just right' against the centre line of their shirts,
they fussed over and groomed each other as they had when they were both
recruits. When each was satisfied with the other's turnout, the two patrol
leaders exchanged a quick peck on the lips before leaving the Den and going
out to meet their new recruits.