Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2003 17:20:42 EDT
From: WConne5523@aol.com
Subject: Confessions of a Scoutmaster - Chapter 3

This story is a complete fiction. It does not contain actual events or
actions. Any similarity in names or places is purely coincidential. This
story is not intended to portray any one person in particular. The events
were created based on various stories related to me concerning some
supposed incidents or individuals. It is in no way meant to relate actual
events.

The story describes situations of a sexual nature between adults and youths
who are participants in the Boy Scout Program in the USA. If those type of
incidents turn you off, I suggest that you look elsewhere for sexual
pleasure. This story is not intended for those under the age of 18.

Chapter 3 - My Boy Scout Years (Part One)

Neil McKay was responsible for getting me involved with the Boy
Scouts. Neil was a year older than me, and his brother, Tommy, was a year
younger than me.  During the summer, just after I turned 12, Neil talked me
into joining his Troop when it opened in September. Tommy was also planning
to join, as she had just turned 11.

Neil's Troop (755) was sponsored by the Immaculate Conception Church, which
was pretty far from our neighborhood. The McKays had moved three doors down
the street from me, when they bought the house 3 years ago. They still went
back to their old church. Without a doubt, they were 100% Irish and
Catholic. Since both brothers had never gone to the Y, I was never too sure
if they wore briefs or were circumcized, my hunch was briefs and cut. But
the need to know helped to fuel my interest in going to Scouts with them.

The arrangement for meetings was that Mr. McKay would drive us up to the
church and one of the leaders would drive us home after the meeting
ended. My parents were thrilled that I was getting involved. If they only
knew the real reason!!!

The first meeting was great. There were 8 of us who were joining that
night.  The Troop was pretty big, about 40 boys ranging in age from 11 -
17. (All them boys to check out. I think I am going to like the Boy
Scouts).

This Troop had a rule that all of the Rookies had to participate in an
Indoctrination Program before going on any other Troop Activities. This
program include meeting separately in the hall on the meeting night, and
participation in a "Rookie Hike" which was used for training in outdoor
skills.

My Rookie Hike was scheduled for the third weekend in September. I was
pretty excited about it, but had no equipment for the weekend. Neil lent me
his sleeping bag, and a few other essentials. That way my parents would not
have to buy me the gear, in case I chose not to stay in the Troop.

I was told that Mr. Gregg (one of the Asst Scoutmasters) would pick me up
for the weekend. I really was on edge that entire Friday at school. I
rushed home, showered and got dressed. My mom had already packed a duffel
bag for me with all of the "stuff" on the Equipment List.

Mr. Gregg was on time, and then we picked up the other two boys who would
be in that car. Mr. Pedersen (Mr P) was the other driver. Four rookies,
including me, were assigned to this weekend. There were two older scouts
(both 15), Joey Sharkey (the Scoutmasters son) and Brian Warden (Joey's
best friend) who wer going on the trip to do most of the training.

Mr. Gregg, Joey, Jerry White (another rookie) and me were in Mr. Gregg's
car; Mr.  P, Brian, Tommy Richards (rookie) and Billy Meyers (rookie) were
in the other car.

We left the city and headed for Mr. Gregg's house in Sussex County, NJ. His
house was pretty isolated, the last one on a winding road about half way up
the side of a mountain. There was a small farm town (grocery, gas station,
feed store, small diner etc.) back down the mountain about 15 miles from
the house. Mr. Gregg's closest neighbor was about 2 miles away. It was a
pretty seculded spot. The property was pretty big, and there was a 5 room
house a quarter mile in from the road. The plan for the weekend was that
everyone would sleep in the house on Friday (adults inside, kids on the big
screened-in porch) and after we set up the campsite in the back on
Saturday, we would all sleep under canvas on Saturday night.

We arrived, unloaded the cars and went for a short exploration tour (around
the property) with Joey and Brian. When we came back to the house, the
adults had a snack ready for us, went over the weekend schedule and laid
out the ground rules for everyone and then sent us out to the porch for
some basic instruction by Joey and Brian.

They told us about the importance of ground cloths, the air mattress and
proper types of sleeping bags. They then discussed appropriate sleeping
attire. They made a point about not sleeping in our regular clothes. They
said that our clothes would get wrinkled, and that if we got cold during
the night we would not have anything else to put on. They also talked about
getting up in the morning and having something to put on.

They told us that proper sleeping attire was pajama bottoms, running or gym
shorts, or just our underwear. They told us that most of the Troop just
slept in their under- wear, but that we should feel free to use our own
judgement. (Boys sleeping in their underwear - I think I am going to like
Boy Scouts!!)

Mr. P poked his head out and told us it was time to get some sleep. So we
all got around to setting down our ground cloths, blowing up our air
mattress and getting ready for bed. I had brought PJ's to sleep in, but
after the "suggestion" I decided not to use them - it would be briefs for
me tonight.

Joey and Brian had staked out the front corner of the porch, Tommy, Billy
and Jerry were going to sleep in the far corner, so I decided to stake out
the middle area, closer to Joey and Brian.

We all started to undress. Joey and Brian were the first to get down to
underwear.  Both were wearing white briefs (oh yeah). Joey looked really
hot, the front of his briefs were stuffed to the max - looked like a big
cock and big balls, I bet.

Brian also had a nice bulge, but I could see (because they weren't hiding
their near naked bodies from anyone) that it was nowhere close to the size
of Joeys. I would give my right arm to get a look inside of Joey's
briefs. I will have to keep alert and make sure that I am around when he
changes his underpants (why can't he change right now?)

At the other end of the porch, UGH, Billy has on a pair of patterned boxers
- that drew a funny comment from Joey and Brian, and we all laughed. Tommy
was in white briefs, but Jerry had on Superman undies - blue t shirt with
the big "S" and red briefs (no lie). His Underoos drew a bigger reaction
than Billy's boxers.  (Just a note that they both wore white briefs any
other time I saw them after this trip.)

We all settled down, and Joey turned off the porch light. He told us that
we had a pretty busy day on Saturday, so we'd better get to sleep pretty
quick. It didn't take long, the sounds of silence soon swept the porch.

Me, I didn't get to sleep that fast. I was not going to let anyone know
that I was awake, as the last one to sleep had to do KP the next day. I
hate doing dishes!!!

After about 30 minutes, Joey was sitting up and calling each one of the
rookies by name. Smartly, I didn't respond when he called mine, so I guess
he assumed that we were all asleep. After he finished, I did hear some
whispering between him and Brian. There was also the sounds of movement
coming from that end of the porch.

It wasn't really totally dark. There was a great deal of moonlight on the
porch, and there was also some light from inside the house. The adults had
left a "night light" on. I could see the outlines of both Joey and Brian as
they both got out of their sleeping bags. The whiteness of the t shirts and
briefs caught the reflection of the moonlight and it appeared like someone
was shining a black light on them. I couldn't see their body parts, but
could clearly see their underwear.

They were on top of their sleeping bags, and pretty close together. Joey
got up on his left side, and Brian soon followed by getting up on his right
side. They were facing each other, and I could hear things moving, but
really couldn't see what body parts were in motion. The sounds were
familiar. If I am not mistaken......  could it be..... I think it is....

Just then, Joey laid down on his back and lifted his mid section. I could
tell that the white reflection (oh boy, his briefs) were being moved down
to his ankles.  (Man I am going to like Boy Scouts). Brian followed suit. I
knew it, they were jerking each other off. My dick is beginning to
stiffen. Although I couldn't see much of their actions,the sounds were
definitely familiar - the movement of ones hand over the swollen penis -
definitely familiar. My imagination was running wild. I could just picture
Joey's huge dick in my hands, and me massaging the tip trying to get him to
shoot his load. (of course the dick I was holding was mine, and not that
very big).  I was carefully moving my foreskin up and down my swollen
boyhood.

Movement again. This time, Brian was shifting his body position so that his
head was at Joey's feet, and then he was up on his hands and knees over
Joey's body.  His head went down over Joey's mid-section, and I could see
some movement at the far end where Joey was moving his head up to Brians
hanging member. This is the first time I can recall seeing the "69"
position. (I know I am going to LOVE Boy Scouts.)

They didn't last long. I could hear the muffled sounds of pleasure and then
the whispers about being ready. Then I could see Joey's legs stiffen, and
then relax. A pretty silent climax. Brian, I am sure, was not that far
behind, as he fell back on his sleeping bag about 3 minutes later. There
was no movement at all for a while, and then I could see them work their
briefs back up to the "upright and locked" position. I had all I could do
to keep from shooting my own load. After all, it was Neil's sleeping
bag. No way did I want to leave a "sticky" thank you for Neil to find.

The porch was silent once again, and in no time I finally went to sleep. My
puny hard on in hand.

The morning was there before I knew it. I lingered in my sleeping bag and
snuck another good look at Joey and Brian as they got up. They just stood,
facing the rest of us, in their briefs and didn't seem to be in a hurry to
put their pants on. They both looked great in underpants. It seemed like an
eternity before they finally got dressed. (I love being in Boy Scouts)

Finally all of us Rookies began to stir. Jerry got dressed quickly. No use
drawing attention to his Superman Underoos again. Billy kind of slipped
into his pants while he was still in his sleeping bag. I guess that he,
too, was not interested in being the butt of the underpants kidding
either. I stood up and made sure that everyone saw my tighty whities. I am
not embarassed.

The morning was filled with training, and we set up camp in the clearing
behind Mr. Gregg's house. We had some additional training, and later in the
afternoon we went over to the Delaware River Dam for a hike. It was very
warm for September, and we were all pretty sweaty and hot after the hike.

Mr. Gregg suggested that we go down to the Spillway for a swim. The
Spillway is a rocky area that has several fresh water pools created by the
overflow from the dam.  Not many people frequent the area, and normally
each pool area is like a private beach (only no sand). We were the only
people in this one area, and Mr. Gregg

said that it would be alright to swim in our underpants, since no one
anticipated swimming in September and brought a bathing suit. We wasted no
time, and all stripped down pretty quickly - even Boxer Billy and the
Underoos Kid.

I was really anxious to see how Joey and Brian looked in wet briefs. When
they first climbed out of the water, I definitely had to stay in the water,
my dick got so hard that I could have used it for a rudder. They were
HOT. (I know I am going to LOVE being in Boy Scouts).

We swam and then laid on the rocks to dry off. We slipped our pants on over
our now damp undies, and headed back to the house. We moved our gear into
our tents, and went to change into dry clothes before dinner.  We had set
up 4 tents, each of the adults and seniors were paired up with a rookie in
each tent. My tent buddy was Joey. (oh yeah).

Joey dropped the flaps on the tent, and immediately dropped his jeans and
then his] briefs. I was a little slower than he was, and was getting dry
underwear out of my pack. I was sitting across from Joey, staring at his
bare butt. As Joey bent over to get dry briefs out of his back, he turned
around so that he was facing me.  Right there, at my eye level, was his
small but fat circumcized cock, with the biggest set of testicles I had
ever seen. His dick was about 4 inches long soft, and the size of a 50 cent
piece around. His dick heat was purple, and there appeared to be a nice
scruff of skin under the dick head. But those balls, oh man, they were
huge.  (I LOVE the Boys Scouts).

He didn't move his crotch from my view, I think he knew that I was enjoying
the sight.  He actually pushed his crotch in my direction as he worked his
way into a fresh pair of BVD briefs. I couldn't take my eyes off of him,
and had trouble getting my own briefs out of my pack. I had to take my
time. If I dropped my own pants right now, the tent that was pitched in my
underpants would give me away. It was as hard as I ever remember it being.

Joey finished getting dressed, winked and left the tent. I was busted!!!

That night, after we climbed into our sleeping bags, I once again pretended
to be asleep when Joey whispered my name. He called to me several times,
and I may have grunted once, but I was interested in seeing where things
would go.

I heard Joey climb out of his sleeping bag, and he was sitting facing me. I
heard the zipper on my bag, and shortly thereafter, the top of the bag was
moved exposing the unmoving body of this horny 12 year old.

Slowly, Joey reached out and placed his hand on my right leg and then moved
it up to my crotch area. He felt the front of my briefs, and my mini boy
bulge. He rubbed my package a little, and it started to come to life. I
could feel my dick getting hard.  He stopped. But still sat there looking
at me.

After a few minutes, he reached under the leg opening on my right side and
reached in to touch the base of my cock. I guess he felt the one hair that
was growing there, cause he seemed to be moving his fingers around trying
to find my bush - I didn't have one yet.

His finger found the base of my cock, and started of move up towards the
tip.  I was definitely getting hard now.After a slow movement up the 3 inch
shaft, his finger reach the tip of my dick, shrouded in its foreskin
hood. He felt around, as if looking for my dick head, now he had my dick in
his hand, and was searching for my dick head. He then retracted the hood,
and moved his finger around the fluid that covered the inside of the
skin. He finally found the tip, rubbed it with his fingers and then removed
his hand. (It was at a later date that he told me that mine was the first
uncircumcized dick he had ever touched or seen).

He moved the top of the sleeping bag back, zipped up the side and laid back
down on his own sleeping bag. From my vantage point, I couldn't see that he
had moved his right had down the front of his own briefs, and was stroking
away at the quick stiffening pole that was still hidden beneath the white
cotton. Once again, I heard the familiar sound of rapid hand movement up
and down Joey's teen cock. Oh, how I loved that sound.

Joey moved slightly, and I could see that his dick was now poking through
the cotton front of his briefs, and the pace of his hand was getting
faster. His breathing was also getting pretty heavy, and I knew it wouldn't
be long before Joey would be squirting his semen all over the front of
those briefs. I almost moved over to help him, when he let our a quiet
moan, and I could hear his hand moving up and down his cum coated
cock. Yes, I do love that sound!!!

He worked on his dick for a few minutes, and then moved his hand to his
mouth to lick the liquid love juice from the palm of his hand. I had never
tasted my own cum, but at that point, I was definitely wishing I was
tasting Joey's cum. That was all of the action that took place that night.

On Sunday, just after we got up, Joey and Brian were off by themselves busy
whispering about something (maybe my uncut dick). Mr. Gregg soon joined
them, and they all seemed to stare back at me while they were talking. Were
they comparing notes??

Sunday, Mr. Gregg took us all to church. Me being the only Protestant in
the group, I had a choice of sitting in the car or going into Mass with
everyone else.  Since my parents were big on church, I went into Mass. At
least I can tell them I went to church - they don't have to know that I was
a Catholic for a day. We went to a diner for Sunday breakfast, and headed
home soon after that.

I did well that weekend. Boy am I glad that I joined the Boy Scouts.

Joey became my "big brother" in the Troop. Everyone knew that if the picked
on me, they were also picking on Joey. On most of the weekends, Joey would
arrange it that we would be in the same tent, even though he never made any
sexual advances towards me - mostly because there were always other Scouts
in the same tent.

Let me say this about Scout weekends - they were always a blast. The big
shots in the program can say what they want, but us guys in the tents were
always blasting away. There was so much self satisfaction going on in them
tents, that you would never put your sleeping bag down without a ground
cloth because you never knew who shot their juice on the tent floor on the
previous trip.

Think about it - horny 12, 13, 14 and 15 year olds, stripped down to their
underwear, sleeping in an enclosed space - not a weekend went by without
all of us shooting our loads in our sleeping bags, on the floor or on each
other. Most times no one touched another guys penis, but getting off was
one of the principal parts of any Scout weekend.

In June, just before the Troop closed for the summer, I got invited to a
private work weekend at Mr. Gregg's. These weekends were not officially
sponsored by the Troop, and most of the guys who went were part of "Gregg's
Gang" and selected by Mr. Gregg himself. These weekends usually consisted
of a predetermined work project (or projects) and some fun. Most times, it
was one car load of guys, and some of the time there were more than
that. It depended on what project planned for the weekend.

Mostly everyone knew about Greggs Gang, and hoped to be invited to
participate on one of the weekends. In addition to the work projects,
Mr. Gregg was always partial to the Gang members. They got to participate
in a lot of special events and activities that Mr. Gregg was in charge
of. The Gang members always got special attention from Mr. Gregg.

The weekend I was going up on was planned to clear the accumulated leaves
and

winter debris from the camping area on the property. We would also be going
to the Spillway, and possibly a movie or bowling on Saturday night. Sounded
good to me.

The watch word for each of these weekends was that "whatever happens here,
stays here!" If one could not promise to abide by this code, they never got
invited again.  This code was imparted to me by Brian, Joey's
friend. Unfortunately, Joey was not going on the work weekend, but Brian
was.

When Mr. Gregg picked me up, he had Brian, Peter Cox, Kevin Foley, and Tim
Cole- man in the car. They were all older than me. I was the only 12 year
old in the group.  We left the city, and headed up to Sussex County.

We slept in the back bedroom. It had a bunk bed, a pull out couch and a
queen size bed. Timmy and Peter took the big bed, Brian took the upper
bunk, Kevin the lower and I got the couch. Some "grab assing" around
preceeded our getting ready for bed.  I was anxiously awaiting for the time
for all of these lovely boys to drop thier pants.  We finally did, white
briefs all around. Peter Cox had a pair with a funny looking pouch in the
front. It was the first time I had ever seen Munsingwear's Kangaroo
pouch. Oh yeah, it was amply stuffed.

Once again, I had a tough time getting to sleep, but I knew well enough to
keep quiet and pretend to be asleep.

After about a half hour, Brian jumped down from the upper bunk, and headed
out of the back bedroom and was walking towards the bathroom (at least I
thought that).  He didn't come back for a long time, and I was wondering
what had happened to him.  I know that I dozed off, but I woke up when he
came back into the room. He wasn't wearing any underpants. His briefs were
in his hand. Hmmmmmm.

As he climbed up to his top bunk, he had nudged Kevin who now was getting
up.

They whispered back and forth for a bit, and then Kevin went out of the
room and was heading for the bathroom. He was also gone for an inordinate
amount of time and I fell asleep without him coming back.

I was awake early, and got up to take a pee. As I left the room, I noticed
that Kevin's bed was still empy. This concerned me, but my bladder was
busting so I headed for the toilet. Took care of my business, and was
heading back to the back bedroom when I noticed that Mr. Gregg's door was
open. I looked in, and saw that there were two bodies in the bed, so I then
knew when Kevin was. Maybe he had a bad dream - yeah right, a 14 yo
climbing into bed with an adult over a bad dream - I don't think so!!! I
wonder......

Saturday we did the work, and headed for the Spillway after we worked. We
had all changed back at the house, and were wearing either shorts or
bathing suits.  Good thing because there were quite a few people enjoying
the pure fresh water pools.  The water was cold, but we had a good time.

Back to the house to change and have dinner. We then went to the drive in
(about 20 miles away) and enjoyed the evening. I couldn't wait for night
time, I wanted to see what would take place this night.

This time Peter disappeared first. He was gone for a really long time. When
he returned, Timmy left the room. He was back before I went to sleep. I
wonder....

For those of you keeping score, all four of these guys wore white briefs
and were circumcized (checked them out when we were changing before and
after swimming).  Peter's was the biggest and Timmy's was just slightly
bigger than mine. I did get a few stares when I sat on the couch without my
underpants on to show off my uncut dick. So far, everyone that I had seen
in this Troop was circumcized - man was it just something about my
neighborhood or what? How come some many of these "well-to-do" boys got
their foreskin cut off? I felt sorry for them.

Nothing was said about the boys disappearance each night, and regretably, I
never got the call to see what was happening. I (and you) can only assume,
and I love the picture that comes to my mind.

Summer camp was next on the agenda. It was my first time away from the
family

for more than 2 days. I had just turned 13 at the end of June.My mom was a
wreck.  I think she really hoped that I would change my mind and not
go. Not a chance - I was loving this Boy Scout Thing. Besides the skills I
was learning, the sights and sounds just kept me tingling in those areas
that we love to be tingling.

Our Troop went to Rocky Mountain Boy Scout Camp in northeastern
Pennsylvania,

about 20 miles from Milford, PA . We had a large group going to camp, and
we were assigned to the biggest site in the camp - Maxwell. It was the
closest site to the new Dining Hall, and also very close to the Camp Shower
House (which was my favorite building - hmmm, I wonder why).

Tommy McKay and I were assigned to the same tent. I would finally get to
see what he looked like without his cute Scout shorts on. Tommy was pretty
much the same height as me, but I definitely had him by a few pounds. He
was, after all, almost 12.  He was a red head with curly hair, had deep
blue eye and lots of freckles. I couldn't wait to see what he was hiding
under those shorts.

As most of you former Boy Scouts know, the very first thing you have to do
in camp is change out of the uniform and into a bathing suit. You go up to
see the Doctor (or nurse) for a quick review of your Medical Form, and then
you are off to take a Swim Test.

Tommy dropped the flaps on our tent, and sat down on his bunk and started
to change. I of course would do the same, but my primary interest was to
see his cock.  Shoes off first, then the socks, then the uniform shirt. He
stood, and loosened his belt buckle, unfastened the snap and zipper. There
they are, fresh white briefs (I guess I knew that it would be
briefs). Jockeys. (I love a nice "Y" front).

At the same time, I was dropping my shorts - I didn't want Tommy to know
that I was looking at him (right).

His thumbs were now in the waistband, and I was a few seconds away from
seeing what my younger neighbor was packing. Down went the briefs, and
Tommy made no effort to cover up or keep me from seeing the small patch of
red pubes at the base of his cock. This boy was WELL developed. He had a 5
inch dick (at 11) with a circumcized head that was as red as the hair at
its base. It was a beautiful piece of meat. I was almost embarassed to
stand there with my puny 3 incher with the head hiding foreskin.

There is no doubt that I was staring at his dick, and I got the feeling
that Tommy was getting a good look at mine. There was no movement for a
moment or two, and then we proceeded to pull on our swim suits, put on a
Troop T shirt and our sneakers.  And we were off on out tour of Rocky
Mountain Boy Scout Camp.

Sunday and Monday went off without a hitch. In fact being outdoors and away
from my parents was kind of cool. Getting to see Tommy McKay in his Jockeys
every night was the bonus. I could just imagine the delight he must feel
when he pulls that thing for sexual pleasure - but I never got the chance
to see him do that, so I could just dream about it. Aside from that, I
never got the chance to pull my own either.

Tommy and I went over to the shower room together, so I did get to see his
cock quite a few times. I made several trips to the shower room, and made
sure to check everyone out each time I went. It was a briefs crowd, I don't
remember any one from my Troop that wore boxers. there were a few other
uncut guys that I noticed in the open shower area - they weren't from my
Troop. Some were a little older than me, and there dicks were a lot
bigger. Two of the Staff guys were uncircumcized, and they were about 16. I
made sure that they got a good look at my uncut dick, you never know when a
foreskin will help you.

According to our planned program, about 25 members of our Troop were
scheduled to go out on a 2 night Outpost Camp on Wednesday and
Thursday. Except for the some of the older guys who were working on special
Merit Badges that required their attending classes every day, the entire
site would be gone. Three of the four leaders would be going with them,
along with a few members of the Camp Staff.  The Outpost was 15 miles from
Camp, and the participants would be there for the entire period.

I was supposed to go as well as Tommy and all the other "First Time
Campers.  But on Tuesday nite while playing a softball game, I twisted my
ankle and couldn't walk without limping. It wasn't sprained or broken, but
the Camp Nurse suggested that I not go on the Outpost. I was pissed.

My leaders decided that I would remain behind with Mr. Gregg and the
Seniors.  Tommy volunteered to stay with me, so I wouldn't be alone in my
tent, but I wouldn't think of depriving him of the Outpost experience.

After dinner and night time activities on Wednesday, I limped to my tent to
go to bed.  I stripped down to my briefs and T shirt, and laid across the
top of my sleeping bag because it was too hot to climb inside of it.

After a few minutes of solitude, there was a knock on the tent pole, and
Mr.  Gregg poked his head inside of the front flap. He said that he was
concerned about my being alone, and would be willing to sit with me for a
while if I wanted. I told him that I wasn't afraid (I wasn't) but told him
that he could come in if he wanted. He wanted.

End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 - My Boy Scout Years (Part Two) will follow
soon.  If you have any comments or suggestions, please feel free to e mail
me at WConne5523@aol.com