Date: Sun, 25 May 2003 13:26:14 EDT
From: WConne5523@aol.com
Subject: Confessions of a Scout Master

This story is a complete fiction. It does not contain actual events or
actions. Any similarity in names or places is purely coincidental, and is not
intended to portray any one person in particular. The events were created based on
various stories that were told about some individuals, but in no way is it
meant to relate actual details.
It relates situations of a sexual nature between adults and youth who are
participants in the Boy Scout program in the US. If those type of activities turn
you off, I suggest that you not read these stories. Not intended for those
under the age of 18.

Chapter 1 - An Introduction

Hi, my name is Keith Kendall and I am now 60 years old and in poor health. I
will not bore you with the details of my current condition, but my illness has
limited me to
my house and the outside patio. Believe it or not, my current condition is
the result of a severe case of Lime Disease, which has severely depleted my
ability to move my legs.On those rare occasions when I am able to get out, to go
to the doctor or the rare outing for dinner with an infrequent visitor, it
takes me almost 30 minutes to get from the door up the slight incline to the car
in the circular driveway.

I am living in the basement apartment of a B & B run by my cousin in the
Catskill Mountains in upstate NY. Before I got sick, I had signed my house over to
my "son" (not really a blood relative, but has been like a son to me for the
past 20 years) who lives in New York City and works for the Transit
Department. My former house is being rented by a former member of my Scout Troop, who
has moved up here to the mountains to try to get his act together.

As I sit here day after day, I spend a lot of time thinking about the past.
So to keep myself from getting depressed, I decided to share my story with you.


I was born in 1943 to a working class family. It was just me, along with Mom
and Dad. We lived in a six family apartment house in Jersey City, NJ (just
across the river from NYC). My Dad worked for the railroad, and my Mom was a
homemaker.
A typical "blue collar" environment. We were Protestant, Dutch Reformed
Church, which set us apart, because most of the families around us were Irish and
Catholic.
Most of us went to public school, but some parents really sacraficed and sent
their kids to Our Lady of Perpetual Help Catholic School, which was about a
block away.

My youth was pretty normal. There were lots of kids in the neighborhood, and
we played stick ball, touch football, baseball just like most of you did when
you were growing up.

When I was old enough, I convinced my parents to register me in the YMCA.
Most of the kids in the neighborhood were going there, and they had good programs
for kids. They also had a Gym, Swimming Pool and an Indoor Track.

To say that I loved the Y was an understatement. For those of you who
remember, at the time the Swimming Pool was "bathing suit optional". Which meant that
after the first time you went there with swim suit and towel, your next visit
was with towel only. I was in love with the male anatomy. Especially the
protruding 2 - 3 inches of boyhood that grew at the center of the body between the
hips. I just loved to look at my friends dicks - definitely a good reason not
to miss the swimming sessions.

Yep, I am gay. Of course, in the 1940's one could never admit that - the word
"gay" had not been designated for those who admired the bodies of their same
sex friends.
They were called "queers", "homos" and various other slang terms. One would
never admit to being queer back then, it meant a severe beating every day - in
the neighborhood or in school. No matter.

Each time we went to the Y for swimming, I would be the last one out of the
locker room - one big room with some benches. I loved to watch all of the boys
slip out of their clothing. First the shoes, then the shirt and T shirt. Next
the pants (or shorts). I used to get a tingle when my friends would stand
there in their white briefs just before they would slip their thumbs in the
waistband and slide them down. I was always the slowest, some of my friends used to
think that I was shy, and didn't want to strip in front of them, but that
wasn't true.

At one time, I had a list for each of my friends. Most of us were not
circumcized, but there were always a few that were. The two or three Jewish kids in
the neighborhood were, of course, circumcized. But there were also some of the
Irish kids whose parents may have had a Jewish doctor who were cut at birth.
What a shame, if they only knew!!!

There were also one or two of the regular swimmers who were wearing boxers at
the time, but for the most part, we were a white brief crowd.

I had my first sexual experience when I turned 11. I had convinced the local
newspaper District Manager that I was 12, and got a paper route. After a few
weeks of having money in my pocket, I decided that I would take a bus up to
Center Square to see a movie and have a day out.

It was a Sunday, and I told Mom and Dad that I was going over to Tommy's
house for  the afternoon, and that I would not be home for dinner. They thought it
was great, especially since Tommy and me were good friends.

I walked up the street, took a bus and off I went to the Square. This was the
center of the City, and had three huge movie theaters (not like the local
small one that we went to almost every Saturday). There were lots of shops,
resturants and small food stands selling all sorts of differents foods - hot dogs,
hamburgers, pizza, souvlaki, orange julius, etc. It also had a Train Station
for the trains that ran under the Hudson River into NYC - the Hudson Tubes.

After the movie (2 of them), I crossed the Boulevard over to the food stands.
I had a grilled hot dog - tastes better that the dirty water dogs you can buy
from the street vendor - a coke, and a slice of "greek" pizza.

It was still early, so I walked over to the Train Station and took the
escalator down to the concourse overlooking the tracks. It was exciting, all the
people coming and going; the squeaking of the wheels on the tracks; the train
announcements and on and on.

While I was standing looking out the window at the departing train, a man's
voice behind me said, "hello."

I turned, and an older (mid 20's, I guessed) man was standing behind me. He
asked if I was going somewhere, and of course I said no.

"Here with your parents?" he asked.

"No, I'm 12 and I came up to the movies by myself," I responded.

"Boy, that's great. I wish my parents had let me go to the movies by myself
when I was 12," he said.

"Well," I said, "they really don't know that I am up here in the square. They
think that I am with my friend Tommy, at his house." (The things you tell
people at 12, that maybe you shouldn't.)

He told me he was visiting from out of town and looking for his girlfriends
house. He asked if I knew my way around the local area, and if I would help him
find the place.
He said that she told him that her apartment was near the Train Station.

When I told him that I lived in another part of the City and didn't really
know the streets up this way. He said that it was ok, but that he had left his
glasses home and if I could just read the numbers off the houses, it would be a
big help to him.

Of course, I agreed to help this "friend" in need.

We left the concourse via the bridge to the side street. We started to walk
down the street, and Bob told me to read off the numbers of a few of the
houses. None sounded familiar. All the time telling me how great it was
that I was a "big boy" and able to travel around by myself.

After about a block and a half, we found a huge apartment building. He asked
me to read the number and he said that sounded right. We went into the lobby.
It was huge.It almost looked like a hotel lobby. There were two elevators,
several couches and chairs, chandeliers, and a telephone booth with a table next
it. The table had several phone books on it. He asked me look up his
girlfriends name and phone number. I bent over the table.

As I did, Bob put his hand in the center of my back, and reached around the
front with his other hand. He rubbed it across the front of my pants, right in
the crotch area. I jumped back at his first touch.

He just said that he wanted to see if I was really a big boy, or was I a
baby. My dick responded to his touch, and grew a bit (maybe to a two incher). He
asked, am I reallly a big boy?

I told him that I was. He said, ok, let me see if you are. He stood me up
straight, and backed me into the phone booth. He reached down to the front of my
pants and slid my zipper down, and reached in to rub the front of my briefs.
Man, this felt really good. I was tingling from head to toe.

"How does that feel?" he asked.

"I feel funny all over," I replied.

"I can make you feel better, if you want."

"How?"

"Lets see if we can find a nice spot and I will show you how," he said.

He removed his hand, closed my zipper and told me to follow him.

We got on one of the elevators and went up to the fifth floor. I thought that
I was going to his apartment. When we got off the elevator on the top floor,
we walked down the hallway to the Exit Door, and went through the door. We
went up a flight of stairs towards the roof, but stopped on the landing just
before the roof exit.

I was definitely nervous about this, and Bob senses it. He told me that
everything would be alright, and that I had nothing to be afraid of. He bent down,
and kissed me on the cheek, and then kissed me on the lips. He asked if I felt
better.

He manuvered me to where my back was against the wall, and he was standing in
front of me. He kissed me again, this time he pressed his tongue against my
closed lips, which quickly openned to receive his hot probing tongue. It didn't
take me long to figure out how to meet his tongue with mine, and we were soon
in a full embrace.

While we were kissing, his one hand was caressing my back and the other was
probing the front of my jeans. I never felt him undo the belt, but did feel his
efforts to unbutton the snap and slide the zipper down. He moved my butt from
the wall, and my jeans quickly slipped to my ankles.

He stepped back and started to unbutton my shirt, and as soon as it was free,
he took it off and also slid my t shirt above my head.  He reached down and
unlace my sneakers, and slipped them off. Next he removed my socks. (the floor
was cold) Within a few minutes I was just standing there with my briefs on. As
I stood there, I was glad that I had clean underpants on - God, what would he
think if I had that pair with the stains and holes in them?

He told me that I really looked like a big boy, and that the reaction in my
briefs told him that I was NOT a baby. I had a hard on (didn't really
understand what he was talking about, but I could remember a few occasions over the
past year when my dick got stiff and I didn't understand why).

He removed his shirt, t shirt, shoes socks and pants quickly. There he was,
he was in briefs also - Jockeys, I will always remember that "Y" shaped front.
He had a huge bulge in his briefs, mine, of course was much smaller.

He asked me to rub the front of his underpants. I did, and it grew with each
pass over the stretched cotton. Within a few minutes, he told me to slip his
briefs down to free
his pulsating cock. I did as he asked.

As the cotton slipped over the bulge, his cock sprang out and almost slapped
in the face. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen. There was no foreskin,
and the purple mushroom head was perfectly former with a pink slit right in the
center. There was a drop of pre cum already present.

The briefs continued to move downward, and his balls soon came into view.
They were huge, low hangers. I couldn't believe that he got all of that flesh and
skin inside the skimpy briefs I was removing. It must have been a tight fit.

When I finished removing his briefs, he reached into the waistband of my
Fruit of the Looms, and slipped my underpants down my shaking legs to the floor
and I stepped out of them. Here we were, his 7 inches of circumcized perfection,
and my two inches of uncircumcized virgin dick. I was excited.

Bob reached over with his thumb and forefinger and started to massage my
boymeat. I had never felt this way. The tingle I felt was something that I
remember to this day.
He continued to jerk me off, and I got the uncontrolable urge to pee. My
breathing became rapid, and I had a feeling that sent waves of pleasure throughout
my body.

He stopped his manual manipulation of my cock right then. He took my hand and
gently placed it on his mansized instrumet. He helped me move it up and down
that huge shaft and under the tip on his most sensitive skin. His circumcision
scar was perfect, and there was some loose skin under the point of his dick
that made him shiver when I touched it.

After a bit, he asked me to kiss it. I did. The smell was non existent. He
asked me to lick the pre cum that formed on his tip. I was reluctant at first,
but after the first taste (a little sweet and salty at the same time) it was
ok. Next he wanted me to lick the underside of his dick, along th skin portion.
It was getting to be fun.

Not long after that, I had the tip in my mouth. It was big, and I had to open
wide to get it in. Up and down on the tip, he was really beginning to enjoy
it. He started to move his hips, and more of his dick was sliding into my
mouth. I gagged a few times, but at least once, I felt his scrotum hit my chin.

I continued to suck him, and I could feel his dick beginning to get harder,
his pace quickened, and his breathing was very rapid. He pulled his dick out of
my mouth and almost at the same instant, thick white cream was splashing all
over the place. I didn't know what to think. I though he was pissing white
stuff, and that he was going to die or something.

He was jerking himself, and the white juice kept spitting out the slit. I was
shocked (I guess). because I had never seen or heard anything about this
reaction.

When the flow of cum stopped, he continued to jerk his dick, and told me that
he had just shot cum. I had no idea what it was, so he asked if I wanted to
taste it. Of course I did. It was salty but it tasted ok. So he had me lick all
of the excess juice from the length of his penis. He was starting to go soft,
but when I continued up and down the length of his cock with my tongue, he
got pretty stiff again.

I asked him what had happened. He told me that when men get sexually
stimualated, they release semen (cum) that contain the seed to fertilize the female
eggs. And when guys help other guys get stimulated, they will release the same
cum but no one will get pregnant. (I had no idea what he was talking about).
Anyway he said that men sometimes like to satisfy other men, and that there is
nothing wrong with that.

I asked if I could do what he did - shoot that white stuff from my dick. He
told me that I might not be able to shoot yet, but that I soon would as it was
a part of growing up.

He asked if he could test me to see if I could shoot. You bet, I told him.

Down on his knees, and he started to jerk me off again. It didn't take long
for my puny prick to stiffen up. When it was hard, he bent over and took my
dick into his mouth. Oh man what a feeling!!

The tingling started immediately, and the tip of my dick was very ticklish. I
could feel  it throughout my body. My balls were tingling, my dick was
tingling, my stomach was tingling, it was the greatest I had ever felt.

The feeling like I had to pee was there again, and my breathing was rapid. I
didn't know what was happening when my complete body was shaking and then the
ultimate feeling, a tingle and a push out the tip of my dick. No cum, no
juice, just a dry climax, my first.

My body went limp and it was Bob who kept me from sliding to the floor.

I was in heaven. I had never felt like this. Was I no longer a virgin?

Bob told me that I didn't cum yet, but that I would soon. He showed me how to
jerk myself off, and that if I continued to jerk off regularly, it would
happen soon.

He wanted to show me one more thing, and he said that it might hurt a bit at
first, but that he thought that I would like it. He turned me around and bent
me over and started to lick my butt hole. Oh wow, did that feel good. I had
never even thought about that except for the daily visit to the bathroom. His
tongue felt good in there.

He wet his finger, and then inserted it into the hole. It felt strange, but I
was beginning to get hard again. He soon had two fingers in there. The skin
around the hole resisted at first, but it soon shaped itself to the two
fingers. I think that he was getting ready to go further than that, when we heard a
noise in the stairwell.

It sounded like someone going down the stairs and not up. It spooked Bob and
he removed his fingers pretty quickly.

Before I could turn around. He was putting his briefs back on. I watched with
great interest to see how all of that dick and balls would fit, it did. He
whispered to me to get dressed, as he was doing the same. The steps were getting
further away, but I guess he figured that he didn't want to take any chances.


Before I got to put my underpants on, Bob asked if he could keep my briefs. I
told him it was ok with me, but that meant I was going home with no
underpants. Since I had my own room, it wasn't much of a problem. He put them  in his
pocket. I should have asked to trade mine for his, but that fetish came at a
later date.

He was dressed first, and reached into his pocket. He gave me a $5.00 bill
and some change and told me to get a soda or something. He told me to wait five
minutes and then go down to the fifth floor, take the elevator to the ground
floor and head back to the Train Station.

By the time I got down stairs, Bob was nowhere to be found, and I never saw
him again.


End of Chapter 1 - more to cum
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