Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2005 16:55:17 +0100
From: nom de plume <czykguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: BOYLOVERS TALES- SCOUTING FOR BOYS- CUBS -The New Pack Part 2

      BOYLOVER'S TALES -SCOUTING FOR BOYS- CUBS -The New Pack Part 2 by
                                Czykguy 1998

     As ever this is fantasy but some of the themes are grounded in a little
bit of truth.

     SUNDAY
     Sunday proved to be a fruitful day. On Friday night I had attended the
Scout Troop night and had arranged to talk to some of the Second Class
Scouts who needed to work with Cubs or another youth project to further
their progress through the Badge system. During the discussion with the
small group of five boys that made up this section, I decided that one of
them, Roy, would fit my bill and asked him to meet me on Sunday morning to
discuss the possibilities of him helping out. Roy was the only boy in his
family, his other siblings were older sisters and he came from a farming
family. He was also a late child and his mature parents were only too
delighted to see him get into the Scouts that would provide some of the male
contact that would be missing within the family circle. He was thirteen,
dark-haired and nicely formed and he appeared to be an obedient child.
     He arrived bang on time and I took him into the cub pack room, where we
would not be disturbed by the other Scouts who were busy in the Main Hall
checking tents brought back from a recent camp. I sat him on a chair
opposite me and began to fill in a form with his details, explaining that I
wanted to measure him up over the period of time he spent with us to show
his personal development. It was a way of preparing the cubs for the changes
they would soon be experiencing and I added that perhaps he had been
confused about the changes he was currently going though. He nodded his head
in agreement and I asked him if he could tell me one thing that had upset
him.
     "It was when the hair began to appear," he replied, "I was told I was
growing up but did not realise that this was part of it and when it appeared
on bits of my body I got worried and," he stopped a little embarrassed, "and
when I spoke to Mum about it, she laughed at me, telling me I was silly, but
I didn't feel silly and it was one of the farmhands that finally told me it
was normal."
     "And that's the sort of feelings I want to avoid," I said adding, "now
stand up and let me start taking my measurements."
     Roy stood up and I began to undress him. I removed his jumper and shirt
and then took his arm and wrists and biceps measurements and then began to
lift his vest saying, "now lets' get a true measurement of your torso." He
looked at me mystified and I smiled and explained by pointing, "Neck,
shoulders, chest, tummy." He smiled at this, nodding his understanding. I
measured on and then began to undo his trousers, bending down to undo his
shoes and remove them and also his socks and then one leg after another I
removed his trousers. He stood dressed in a tight fitting pair of grey, once
white, briefs. I checked the label at the side to discover that they were
for 10-11 year olds. I commented on this saying, "they look a little tight,
are you uncomfortable?"
     "No," he replied, "I have to keep my proper ones for school and these
have stretched a bit, so I wear them at Scouts in case my clothes get
damaged. Mum is always worried about wasting good money," he added as an
explanation.
     I squeezed him gently between the legs, "Still looks at bit tight
here," I said, keeping my hand cupped between his legs, "it may not be good
for a growing boy to keep his balls too tight. Perhaps it might be better
not to wear any when doing activities and just wear the briefs for formal
times."
     He had blushed a bit at my mention of his `balls' but then nodded his
head at my suggestion and I raised his arms to check on his hair and to
measure it. As this tickled a bit, he wriggled, tittering as I completed
this task. I moved on down to his feet and legs, all the time measuring
until finally I edged his briefs down a little to get his waist measurement
right. I commented on the red lines the elastic had made on his skin, `tut
tutting,' as I did so. Confidently I now pulled his briefs down to his
knees, exposing his genital area. As I made a great show of measuring his
hips I checked his cock and balls out. He had a slight downy covering across
his lower belly and across his balls. His cock, dormant was about three
inches long and the foreskin wrinkled about one inch of this. I now took up
the tape measure and taking the thin tube in my hand began to measure it. He
stood still watching as I did so.
     "I've never done that before," he said and added giggling, "some scouts
say they have got six inch cocks, but I've never seen any that big."
     "Well I've seen some as big as twelve inches," I said and held out the
measure to that length from his cock. "Looks like you've got nine inches to
grow."
     We both laughed.
     "Now." I said taking his cock in my hand again, "let's just measure the
head." and I began to ease back the wrinkled foreskin. He shivered as I did
so. "Are you all right?" I asked carefully.
     "I've never done that before either," he said, "it feels," he sought
for a word, "sort of tender,"
     "Don't you wash inside it?" I said in a carefully amazed voice.
     "Should I?" he asked concerned.
     "Oh yes," I replied, "Just think you pass out through it the poisons
your body can't use, so it is important to keep it clean. Here look at it
carefully."
     I eased his foreskin back and he looked down at his cock head, which
was pink in colour.
     "See here," I pointed at a small piece of fluff that was stuck to it,
"there is a bit of fluff from your briefs that has worked inside." I eased
the skin back further to expose the under ridge and showed him the slight
yellow deposit that was gathered there. "See here is some of the congealed
poison that didn't all get out; this often smells very bad if left too
long."
     "Oh," he said amazed.
     I held his cock and began to work the foreskin back and forth saying,
"Now you will need to practise moving it back and forwards until you are
used to it and can easily clean it when you have a shower or bath."
     "I bath once a week," he said, "and I shower at school after PE and
games at least twice a week. Is that enough?"
     "Yes," I told him, "that should be enough, but you must make sure you
clean your knob head at least once a week. My careful working of his cock
was making it grow gently but I felt that I had achieved enough and I
stopped arousing him and began to dress him. I also asked him to come to my
house one evening to start the project and asked him to arrange permission
with his parents. I would be free on Thursday evening and if he could come
he was too let me know as soon as possible. I explained that I would be here
at the Hut until seven and then after that I would be at home. He said he
would do as I asked and try to get back to me.
     When we left the cub-den I realised that the Hut was now empty and I
stopped him in the Main Hall saying, I just want to check something."
     I knelt down and began to undo his trousers and pulled down his briefs,
carefully pulling them back up so that his cock and balls were left jutting
through one leg of his briefs.
     "How does that feel?" I asked.
     "Oh," he spoke sharply, "that hurts; that's much too tight."
     "Hmm," I said, "I thought so, that just shows you how tight those pants
are. I'd be careful wearing them from now on," and I helped to dress him
again.

     I was standing in the hall about ten minutes later, studying Roy's
details which lay on a table before me when I heard a noise and looked round
to find Matt standing there. I smiled my welcome and he rushed over into my
arms and I swung him up against me so I could kiss him. He eagerly kissed me
back. I let him down and said, "Let's have a look at you,"
     He giggled, "How's this," he said standing back with his coat held wide
open.
     Under his coat he was wearing a T-shirt, tight shorts that gaped open
at the fly, showing he wore nothing underneath. He was also wearing a pair
of plimsolls and no socks.
     "There's just one thing wrong," I replied and carefully reaching out I
pulled his cock through the open fly, "there that's better."
     He giggled and I began to undress him.
     "These shorts are great," I said, "where did you get them? They are
just perfect."
     "They're my school shorts from when I was seven. I found them at the
back of the airing cupboard this morning. I am glad you like them but I
think that if I do anything energetic in them then they will break."
     "Well if they do then that means that you may have to run around almost
naked and we can always repair them down the seams so you can continue to
wear them. They may even break again and again or the repair may come
undone." I smiled back at him. He was now naked and his cock was already
showing signs of life.
     I pursed my lips and waggled them, "I think my lips need a work out.
Have you got anything I can use to exercise them with?" I asked slyly,
patting the table before me. Instantly Matt was sat before me and I began to
lick and suck his now throbbing stick until he shivered to a climax.
     "Oh, that's so much better. I was really wanting that," he said, "I
woke up this morning and all I could think about was doing that. My cock was
so stiff it would not go soft at all. It wasn't until I was getting ready
for church that it finally went down."
     I helped him off the table and walked him to a corner where the scouts
had piled the tents; this was my makeshift bed for today.
     "Lie down," I said.
     "Are you going to get me wet again?" he asked.
     "Yes," I said, "unless you don't want to do it."
     "No I want to," he said, "but we don't have a blanket to cover us."
     "Just you watch," I said and began to undress. He lay back on the
canvas watching as I quickly removed my clothes. I knew he noted that under
my shorts I also did not wear any underwear. I now stood naked before him,
my cock thickening all the time and glinting wetly at the head where my pre-
come was beginning to lubricate my cock head. As he watched it grew fully
erect and began to throb.
     "That's what I felt rubbing up against me," he exclaimed.
     "And your going to feel just that now," I replied bending down so that
I was once again lying on top of him. I began to ease backwards and
forwards, adjusting my hands so that they took my weight and he could
clearly see my wet cock sliding against his skin and across his already hard
cock. I began to move faster and faster and then told him to, "watch
carefully," as I ejaculated across his cock and tummy and up to his chest.
     "What's that?" he asked anxious.
     I quickly explained what semen was and where it came from and added,
"but you probably remember it from this," and I began to use my spunk like
the previous night to lubricate his own cock and wank him to another climax.
     He gasped as I tossed him, "Oh I remember now," and we sank into
silence as I manipulated him. I knew his body by now and as before
manipulated his climax so that it was long delayed and the greater for it.
Finally he sank back against me as his pulsing subsided and we lay quietly,
drowsily.
     Suddenly there was a noise from the doorway.
     A voice called out, "Chris are you there," I recognised it as Roy's and
quickly grabbing my shorts, eased them on and stood up. I motioned Matt to
stay still.
     "Over here Roy," I called out, "I'm just working on the project with
one of the cubs, young Matt."
     Roy came over; "I just wanted to say that Mum says I can come over at
6.30 on Thursday evening. Dad will pick me up on his way home from the pub.
Mum has a Mothers Union meeting and he will have to leave early to bring her
home so it's all right for me to be in the village as well. I can stay until
Dad picks me up after Mum as it's the best route to go home by. It means
that I will have to stay with you until 9 o'clock. It saves my sisters
having to stay in to look after me. Is the time alright?"
     "Good, "I said, "that's great news and it gives us plenty of time. Now
have you got a few moments now to help me with Matt?"
     "Well I promised mum I would cycle back straight away but I suppose I
could stay for a couple of minutes. Will that be enough?"
     "I'm sure it will," I replied, "now come over here."
     He came over and stood beside me and then saw Matt had no clothes on.
     "You know what we were talking about earlier?" I reminded him and he
nodded, "well this is your first chance to help out. I've just been
explaining to Matt the changes he will be going through, but my body is a
lot further along the way than yours so, as you're here would you mind
letting Matt see for himself what it likely to happen soon?" As I spoke I
was already removing his coat and jumper and his shirt and vest soon
followed. I knelt down to undo his shoes and for the second time undressed
him to his briefs. I was delighted to see he had changed into clean, white
ones and whispered my congratulations. I pulled them down to his ankles and
then said, "Oh dear we must not get these dirty and I picked up each leg in
turn and removed them. Roy now stood fully naked in front of me.
     I called Matt forward and began to explain the changes. I gently lifted
Roy's cock up so that he could see the little hairs growing on his balls and
began to ease his foreskin back and forth as I had done earlier. Roy's cock
began to grow larger and I got Matt to stroke Roy's balls to feel the hair.
All this made Roy's cock grow and grow. With my free hand I gently
manipulated Matt's cock so it too grew hard and I showed Roy how easy it was
to pull Matt's foreskin back to completely expose the bright pink head. I
then took his hand and made Roy stroke Matt's cock. Matt needed no urging to
do the same for Roy, however conscious of the time I now stopped them and
thanked Roy for his kind help. Quickly I helped him to dress and walked him
and a still nude Matt over to the doorway. We waved him off on his bike and
I turned to Matt and pulled him into the porchway so that he was almost
outside the building. We were hidden from the street but anyone who turned
into the entrance would have a clear sight of us.
     Matt was a little nervous and kept looking around. To placate him I
took off my shorts and stood outside the porchway, erect and naked. As
nothing bad happened he relaxed and I stepped back inside the porchway and
began to manipulate his cock. He was soon taking deep breaths until he
climaxed to another dry orgasm. I walked him back to the pile of tents.
     "Are you going to make me wet again?" he asked hopefully.
     "No," I replied, "you're going to make me wet."
     Mystified he lay down as I asked and then when I lay beside him and
took his hand and positioned it around my cock and began to move it up and
down he caught on quickly and began to wank me. It took some while as he was
very inexperienced but I patiently showed him what to do and how to do and
gave him instructions to speed up or slow down or to take long strokes or
short strokes until finally I spurted a good load, most of which went on my
tummy and chest and some of which splattered over him.
     "Well done," I said and kissed him and then took his spunk-covered hand
and began to lick the spunk off it. I then slowly moved the sticky hand so
it was level with his own mouth and held it against his lips. Hesitantly his
bud of a mouth opened and his bright red tongue appeared and he licked my
spunk. I left him licking the rest of his hand and licked up some more from
my hand using the congealing pool on my stomach. I dripped it onto my tongue
and carefully holding it on my tongue positioned myself to kiss him. His
mouth opened and I let my spunk drip of my tongue into his mouth and then
inserted my tongue inside his mouth and swirled it around. Now I lay back
and eased his head up and gently pushed it down to my belly. Hesitantly,
tentatively his tongue began lapping up the small pool of semen left there
and then I carefully pushed his head down to my sticky cock.
     He looked back at me and at my slimy cock and then back at me.
     "You don't have to if you don't want to," I whispered and at that he
opened his mouth wide and licked the dripping tip and then sucked the cock
tip into his mouth. I let him do it for a few seconds and then gently pulled
him back.
     "Am I going to suck you till it all comes out again?" he asked half
fearfully, half hopefully.
     "Let's save that for Saturday morning." I said, "unless you'd rather go
shopping with Mum?"
     He giggled and bent down to kiss my cock, "Till Saturday then."
     We put on our shorts and picked up the rest of our clothes and Matt put
them in the car whilst I got my papers and closed the Hut. Mat was sat naked
in the car as I drove him home. I played with his hardening cock as I drove
along.
     "That boy," he spoke, "the one back there, the Thursday night boy are
you going to make him wet?"
     "I hope so," I replied, "and when he's trained then you will get a
chance."
     "Oh boy," Matt said gleefully.
     Parking outside his house I made him get dressed and gave him his
instructions for Pack Night.
     "Now I want you to arrive as usual," I instructed, "and then I want you
to undress to your briefs. Once most of the Pack has arrived I want you to
walk over to me and I will take off your briefs and put them on a peg behind
me. I will then stroke your cock until it is right up, if it isn't already
and then I want you to walk back to your six so that all the boys can see it
sticking up and also know that your briefs will be on show all evening. They
will all know that you will have nothing on under your shorts. At the end of
the evening I want you to strip off and sit naked until just you, me and Tim
and Harry are left. You and I will then practise getting you wet and then I
will drop you off home. You will take your briefs with you for next week. Is
that all clear?" Matt nodded. "Is there any chance I will see a naked six on
Tuesday?" I asked him.
     "I hope so," Matt replied. "I know Tim and Harry will be naked cos they
told me so but Tim isn't sure of his six.
     "Well as soon as we get a complete six naked, the following week my
briefs will join yours on the peg. Is it a deal?"
     "You bet," giggled Matt back.

     FOURTH TUESDAY
     Pack Night went as expected. Matt undressed as soon as he arrived and
spoke to all his six as they arrived. A couple looked a bit unhappy but as
they talked together an expected hum came from them. Matt began his walk
across the open hall and when he reached me I smiled and knelt down to take
his briefs off. I could see Scott and Bob watching as well as Matt's six as
I carefully stroked his cock so it was hard. I was most careful to position
him so that no one could actually see what I was doing. When he walked back
with his cock jutting out I was very proud of him and I watched as he
quickly got into uniform.
     I called the meeting to order and went through the nights arrangements
then awarded points and then started the new routine for changing into
activity gear. As promised Matt's six did get back first and every boy was
nude. I happily took some photos, it was just a shame that Matt's cock had
deflated; as expected Tim and Harry were also nude. I set them off to change
again and was delighted to see the effect that Matt's new outfit was having,
his cock was on view inside the bulging fly at all times. By the time we
came to the final change around before uniform, three more boys sat nude,
two in Tim's six and one in Scott's.
     As arranged Matt sat nude until just the four of us were left.
Initially Tim and Harry had begun to dress but seeing Matt they also ended
up waiting quietly naked. I then sat Matt on my lap and tossed him to a
climax whilst they watched. I then asked them to sit with their backs to us
whilst I lay Matt back on the tent pile and spunked over him. I held myself
up as I came so he could watch and he slid down as the last of my
ejaculation spurted to take the tip of my cock into his mouth. I quickly
sucked him to a messy spunk lubricated orgasm and then slipped my shorts
back on and asked them all to get into the car.
     Matt grabbed his clothes and his briefs and putting on just a pair of
plimsolls said "he'd get dressed in the car," The other two followed his
example and I locked up, grabbed my stuff and returned to the car to find it
full of naked boys. Reluctantly I insisted that Matt dressed as we drove him
home and then after a heavy goodnight kiss, with promises to give him all
Thursday night's details on Saturday he went inside. I drove the other two
home and they scampered inside carefully holding their bundles of clothes as
they got out of the car.
     Once inside I followed them back to their bedroom. Harry was soon sat
on my lap as before and I quickly stroked his cock to climax as Tim once
again watched, his own cock, throbbing along. Now it was Tim's turn and he
too was soon breathing hard into his climax. All the time I was kissing the
boys deeply. Harry was still the best kisser and I longed to get my cock
inside that energetic mouth. The next time I got Tim to give me a hand to
stroke his brother, soon his cock was hard too and now Harry was motivated
to reciprocate. I produced my camera and took photos of them as they brought
each other off. I now kissed them all over, including taking their cocks and
balls inside my mouth.
     Harry was now tired and I lay him on his bed and slowly sucked him to
sleep. I now turned to Tim who lay watching slowly stroking his own hard
cock. I slipped of my shorts and let him see my own thick throbbing cock
before lying down beside him. I began to kiss and lick him all over and then
took his hard knob into my mouth and sucked him vigorously. He began to buck
beneath me and moan and panted as he climaxed. I slipped up beside him and
he looked at me though half-lidded eyes.
     "Please don't leave just yet. Mum and Dad will be very late." he
pleaded.
     "I'm not going to go just yet," I said, "I just wanted you to get a
rest before we carried on." I kissed him gently on the forehead.
     "What, what you did to me and Harry last week and tonight, was that
what you were doing to Matt tonight before the meeting started?" he asked
nervously.
     "Yes," I replied, "I've been giving him some training and he was giving
the other's an example of wearing no knickers at Pack nights. I want you to
do the same next week, as mine will be joining Matt's and yours. My shorts
are also as bad as Matt's only my cock slips down the side and will be on
view all the time."
     "I don't have anything like that," Tim said.
     "We'll think of something," I said and began to probe his mouth with my
tongue.
     I began to suckle him again, this time taking him to a slow sucking
climax and went straight on to work him to another fast hard sucking orgasm.
As he shuddered to a limp heap I began to rub myself across him. Dozily he
lay pliant underneath me and as my climax approached I moved further and
further up his body so that I was rubbing my now engorged cockhead across
his redly gleaming lips. As I spurted across his smooth face I whispered in
his ear, "open your mouth," and as he did so I slipped the tip of my still
spurting cock inside. "Breather through your nose and swallow," I instructed
and docile he did as asked.
     I slid down beside him. He snuggled up against me, still docile. I
coated my finger with my sperm and began to rub it against his bum hole,
adding to it as much as I had available until his hole was slick and sticky.
I began to ease my finger inside and as he tensed I gentled him with my free
hand and whispered softly into his ear. He then relaxed again and my finger
slipped in an inch. This was followed by two and then three until my
forefinger was slipping in and out easily. I carefully felt around until I
found the little button and began to stroke it. His cock rose quickly and he
was soon arching off the bed. I knew it would take at least three of my
fingers before I could attempt to fuck him properly but felt it was only a
matter of weeks away. He slipped back and I tried to leave but his hand came
out and he held onto me.
     His eyes fluttered open, "Stay," he whispered, "Please don't leave me.
I'll do anything."
     I was still hard.
     "It will hurt," I said, "and I don't' want to hurt you just yet."
     "Its all right." he said, "just don't go."
     I lifted his legs up and began to probe his anus with my tongue. Soon
he was dripping wet and accepting two fingers up to an inch.
     "Relax now." I told him, "If it hurts too much tell me."
     Carefully I held his legs apart and eased the tip of my throbbing hard-
on inside. He was intensely tight and I cold see a grimace cross his face.
     "Take deep breaths," I instructed, "pant." As he panted I felt him
relax and my cock slipped its head just past his sphincter. I waited as he
got used to the sensation and feeling the tension go, began gentle
movements. I was now two inches inside. I adjusted my position so I could
stroke his cock, which would help. His climax was the trigger for mine and
as his finished I began spunking inside him. It was as gentle a fuck as I
could manage. I slowly slipped out of him.
     "All right now?" I whispered.
     He smiled and his head turned to one side, he was fast asleep.
Carefully I checked his anus for damage but all I could see was the
glistening of my spunk as it dribbled out. I kissed his arsehole and his
cock and dressed and left. I was half way home before I realised I had not
taken one photo and cursed myself. I did look out a small dildo which I
judged would be a start, I now knew it was likely to be a shorter time to a
proper fuck. I fell asleep dreaming of fucking both the brothers.

     WEDNESDAY
     Wednesday morning I awoke concerned about the effects of the previous
night on Tim. I quickly arranged to leave early from work and positioned
myself near to his school on the most likely route to his house. I knew from
my records that most boys attended the local village school, but I was not
aware if he was met or taken home by anyone. I watched as a number of the
cubs walked past me, in groups of two's and three's, a couple of the older
boys were on their own and some were with adults. At last Tim appeared with
Matt, Harry turned up in tow about six steps behind. Carefully I followed as
they made their way home, Matt turning off down a footpath which I presumed
led to his own house. The two now walked on together, touchingly hand in
hand. From the corner of their street I watched them enter their house;
briskly I now walked after them and knocked on the door.
     Harry opened the door; he was still in his school uniform but minus his
shoes and was eating a slice of bread and jam.
     "Hallo Akela," he said and then shouted back behind him, "Tim, its
Akela." He now stood in the doorway and continued eating his bread. Tim now
appeared, like Harry he was also minus his shoes, but had removed his school
jumper and shirt and wore his vest untidily over his trousers as though he
had pulled both off together without undoing his shirt properly.
     "Hallo Akela," he said with puzzlement in his voice and added, "what
are you doing here?"
     "I was worried about you after last night," I explained, "and I thought
I ought to make sure you were well. Are your parents home? or are you alone
or with someone else? Can I come in and make sure everything is all right."
     "Mum's at work, she always works late on Wednesdays and because of the
party last night Dad went in late to work, He's going to wait in town and
bring Mum back with him. We're not supposed to let anyone in when we are
alone. Auntie Jilly who lives next door looks after us if there is anything
wrong, she's left us our tea and because Mum's going to be late we've got
some money for chips for supper." Tim explained.
     "We can let Akela in can't we?" said Harry, "he looks after us very
nice."
     I glowed a bit at that.
     "Ok," agreed Tim and moved aside to let me in.
     Inside I followed the boys into the kitchen where Harry sat down at the
table and began to bite into another slice of bread from the pile on a plate
on the kitchen table.
     "Harry," said Tim, "come on you know Mum said we're to get out of our
school things before we eat. If you get jam on your jumper again she'll get
so mad."
     "All right, all right," grumbled Harry through his bread filled mouth.
"I'm changing," and soon his jumper and shirt followed Tim's onto a chair in
the kitchen. I was right; both boys just pulled them off without bothering
about buttons. Tim now removed his shorts and hung them over the back of the
chair and his socks were hung over the chair rung. I surmised that the
uniform probably lasted a week before it was washed, quite a common
occurrence in my experience. Harry again followed his brother's example and
I enjoyed the sight of them in their vest and pants, tucking into their
bread and jam and glasses of milk.
     "Are you feeling alright after last night?" I asked Tim, "do you hurt
anywhere?"
     Tim chewed his bread, swallowed and took a drink from his milk. "I'm
Ok," he said, "It was nice of you to stay so long last night. I don't like
it much on my own when Harry is asleep and we're not allowed to leave a
light on. I don't remember you hurting me at all last night, Did you?" he
spoke unconcerned.
     "Well I wasn't sure, can I just check you over to make sure everything
is in order?" I wondered if he remembered what I had actually done to him.
He had been pretty far-gone after climaxing so often and he may have not
been aware of what was going on.
     "If you want," he said, "it's OK with me," he added and moved towards
me,
     "Would you mind if we went up to your bedroom?" I suggested, "Only if
your Auntie Jill came in or your parents turned up unexpectedly they might
think I should not be here."
     "Sure," he said and left the table. Harry also got down to follow us
and I said to him.
     "Harry, can you wait here until I checked that Tim is alright. You
still have lots of bread to eat up and your milk is only half finished." I
really did not want him to see what I was doing with Tim and I was beginning
to wonder if it had happened at all. Harry looked from me to the food and
back to me. He pursed his lips, "Are you going to check me over as well? he
said, "only I'm not missing out on anything and," he pulled his pants open
to show me his cock, which was starting to grow, "my willie needs stroking
as well." He sounded aggrieved.
     I giggled and kissed him gently on the forehead anxious to avoid his
jammy mouth, "Don't worry," I smiled, "I will be very glad to check you out
as well and also stroke your willie."
     "All right then," he beamed and returned to the table.
     I followed Tim upstairs clutching my little bag I had brought with me
that contained some creams and off course the little dildo. I sat on the
edge of the bed and slipped of Tim's vets and pants. His cock was also
thickening and I gave it a couple of strokes before lifting him onto the bed
and turning him over onto his stomach. He opened his legs wide as I asked
and I gently pulled his arsehole open to see if there was any damage.
     I opened my bag and took out a lubricant tube and a tube of ointment.
Tim had turned to look back at me.
     "Whatchya doing?" he asked.
     "I'm just going to put some cream on you and on my finger whilst I
check to see if you hurt inside and then I've got some cream which will take
any hurt away if there is any." I explained and spread the lubricant around
his hole and carefully pushed some in.
     "It's cold," he said and turned over.
     He watched as I coated my forefinger and then began to circle his hole
with it, stimulating his nerve ends.
     "Now I want you to relax," I said, "if I hurt you at all just tell me
and I will take my finger away."
     He lay quiet as I gently pushed my finger in his hole. It slid in two
inches quite easily and he showed no sign of and discomfort. I began to move
my finger around and as he lay apparently happy I pushed my finger further
in and then began to move it back and forwards.
     "How's that feel?" I asked, "is there any pain of hurt?"
     "Well," he said, "it's not as nice as when you put your cock in their
last night. I liked that, aren't you going to do it again?" he sounded
disappointed.
     "Are you sure?" I said amazement in my voice.
     He looked at me with some of the look I had seen in his eyes last
night. "Please," he pleaded, "do it again like last night."
     Quickly I stripped. I sat on the edge of the bed and began to lubricate
my cock.
     "What are you doing now/?" he asked watching intently.
     "I'm putting on some special cream that will make it easier for my cock
to get inside you." I said. He reached out and began to help me cover my
cock with the lubricant. I also put some more on my finger and pushed it
inside him. I now climbed on to the bed and leaned over and kissed him. He
kissed me back hard and I gently began to inert my cock. As the tip entered
his hole he took a deep breath and as my cock slid in a good two inches he
panted as I had taught him last night. As before we lay still till he
adjusted to the feel of my cock inside him and then I began the gentle
movements backwards and forwards. I was delighted to see more and more of my
cock edging inside him and soon I was getting six inches of my eight in and
out. We were kissing fiercely now, my tongue plunging in and out of his
mouth as deep as it could go and in rhythm with my pelvic thrusts. All to
soon his tight hole had its effect and I spurted six, seven eight times as I
filled him with my sperm. I collapsed onto him and he held me with his arms
his hand stroking my head. We lay like that for a minute and I went to pull
away and he whispered into my ear.
     "No please leave it in. I like to feel it just lying there." he
continued to stroke my hair.
     "You two looked really funny," said Harry's voice.
     We both turned to where Harry was sitting on chair, a last bit of bread
in his hand.
     "It looks fun what you were doing. Is it my turn yet? I liked it when
you began to move faster and faster and then fell down flat. Can I do it
now?" Harry chewed as he spoke.
     "Not just yet Harry," said Tim, "you have to practise it bit by bit as
you are still a bit small, but I will help and in about two weeks time you
should be able to manage it."
     "Two weeks," I said.
     Tim looked up at me, "We can try it next week if you want but I don't
think he will be able to take all of it by then," he spoke seriously.
     I was amazed, I had been working on the prospect of a month at least,
but if Tim was going to help, then two weeks was more than possible. I
fished inside my bag and pulled out the dildo I had brought for Tim, who
obviously did not need it now.
     "We can use this," I said, "it will begin to stretch him and I can
supply a bigger one once he is used to this."
     "Have you got a big one for me?" asked Tim, "only it might make me feel
not so lonely at night if I feel that you're inside me."
     "I can bring you one," I promised.
     My cock now shrunk enough to slip out of its own accord and I sat up.
Harry quickly came over to sit on my lap and I slipped off his vest and
pants and began to stroke his hard cock. He wanted to kiss me but I said he
was too jammy so Tim went to get a cloth to wipe his mouth.
     When Tim came back I had arranged Harry on his back and was beginning
to lubricate his little hole but found that my own fingers were too big to
start pushing inside. My little finger was the right size but it was awkward
to manipulate between his legs. He also needed to relax and this meant I
needed to work his cock to orgasm, as I did not want him distressed. I
quickly wiped Harry's mouth and began to excite him with some deep kissing
but was finding it difficult to do all three things at once.
     Tim sitting on his bed watching said, "Can I do anything to help?"
     I pondered and then got him to lie the other side of Harry and taking
his forefinger, which as a lot smaller than mine I coated it with lubricant
and showed him what I wanted him to do. I also decided to start sucking
Harry so I could keep an eye on Tim in case he hurt his brother.
     Harry was soon reacting to my oral work and Tim now managed to get the
tip and then the rest of his finger slid in. Harry moaned softly and I
passed Tim the tube and told him to add more to his finger as he gently
pulled it out and then to begin to move it gently backwards and forwards, as
I continued to suck Harry. As Harry's climax approached I told Tim to try
and put a second finger in. He did so and Harry moaned softly as he
orgasmed. Tim continued to push his two fingers in and out gently whilst I
lubricated the little dildo. I told Tim to take his fingers out and then
slowly slid the dildo in. It slipped in easily and lay held in place by
Harry's muscles.
     "How's that feel?" I asked him; "can you sit up?"
     Harry did so and then climbed of the bed and walked around, "It feels a
bit tight but it doesn't hurt."
     "Well you just wear it at night when you sleep, Tim can put it in and
take it out in the morning."
     "Should I try and get three fingers in him?" asked Tim.
     "Not tonight," I said, "tomorrow after school. I'll leave the tube of
cream but you will have to keep it hidden from your parents."
     Tim now stroked my own cock, which had grown erect again. "Can we do it
again." he was already pleading.
     "On the bed," I said.
     I was still worried about hurting him so I decided that this time I
would lie on the bed and I positioned him over my cock and let him ease
himself down. He seemed to find this position comfortable and once he was
used to my cock's presence began to try out different rhythms. He sorted out
a pleasurable rhythm and began to vary the depth of his movements. As he
rode me I began to stroke his cock, matching my speed to my knowledge of his
body. He soon orgasmed as he had not climaxed earlier and then after a short
period of short quiet movements returned to the earlier, more energetic
rhythm. I carried on stroking his cock, taking him to further heights as
yesterday. Harry now stood beside us watching and I took his little knob
into my hand and began to wank him again.
     We were disturbed by a knocking.
     I grabbed Tim to hold him still. "What's that?" I said, deep concern in
my voice.
     "It's only Neil," said Harry, "one of our six. He said he was coming
round to play after tea," and before I could stop him he had disappeared out
of the door.
     I tried to get Tim off me but he would not move and as it was quiet
downstairs I grudgingly let Tim carry on. I returned my hand to his cock and
was intent on getting him to climax before me when a voice spoke."
     "Hello Akela, oh sorry I forgot." came the voice of Neil from the
doorway.
     I turned to see Harry with his mouth stuffed with another slice of
bread standing behind Neil who was trying to get his shorts down. I
recognised him as one of the other nude boys in Tim's six. Tim continued to
bounce up and down and I found I could only lie elated as my feelings
intensified and Neil took his clothes off.
     "There is that better?" he said and I turned to see him standing
completely nude.
     "Come here," I said hoarsely and with one hand stroking Tim's cock I
put the other on Neil's and began to stroke him. His eight-year-old cock
also grew in my hand and I began to wank the pair faster and faster as
finally Tim boiled over and his orgasmic tremors sent me over the edge and I
climaxed, my spunk shooting hard into his tight anus. He relaxed on top of
me but made no move to get off. I turned my attentions to Neil who was
standing docile his young cock throbbing hard and I carefully manipulated
him to his first dry orgasm.
      "Wow," he said looking down at my hand caressing his red tipped dick.
     My cock now slipped out of Tim and he grudgingly climbed off me. Neil's
eyes were drawn to the slimy covered mess that was now my cock and I decided
to ignore his interest and concentrate on my new conquest. I pulled him into
the bed beside me and began to stroke him all over working to get his cock
harder. Tim had pulled Harry onto his own bed and I realised was finger
fucking him again. As I played with Neil I noticed Tim was also stroking his
anus and then realised he was using my leaking semen to lubricate his
fingers. I now began to lick and kiss Neil all over and then took his
genitals into my mouth and sucked him to a second climax.
     "Wow," he said again, obviously a boy of few words.
     I leant over him to kiss him but he didn't respond well so I sat up and
asked Harry to teach him how to kiss. Whilst the two boys worked away I
stroked both their cocks. Tim knelt behind Harry and continued to finger
fuck him. Harry finally announced that Neil was now much better and I again
leaned over him, this time he was much better and I enjoyed deep tonguing
his young sweet smelling mouth.
     Tim wanted to carry on with Harry so I took Neil to one side, sat him
on my lap so that he could not see the other two and explained that this was
a new part of my training for the cubs and as yet it had to be a secret
until it was time to show the other cubs. I also told him I was very pleased
that he had joined in with Tim and Harry in taking off his knickers as this
was much healthier for the activities and I hoped he would continue to do
so.
     I now told Tim to stop and leave it until bedtime and arranged the boys
together on the one bed and got them to stroke each other, saying it would
be nice if they all sat down like that with their cocks pointing up on Pack
night. I regretted again that I did not have my camera and promised that I
would have to make sure I always brought it to Tim's house.
     Aware of the time I again checked with Tim when his parents were due
in.
     "They should be here by 7.30 tonight and tomorrow. In fact we should be
on our way to the chip shop to get our supper," he replied.
     This made me think how hungry I was and the chip shop sounded most
appealing. I helped them to dress that is I got them to put on the bare
essentials and walked with them to the village high street to get our
suppers. There was a queue waiting so I asked Harry and Neil to get our
orders and took Tim to sit on a bench on the green. I slipped his jumper off
and opened his shorts wide and began to play with his cock, carefully
checking to see if anyone approached.
     "Does that mean you will be alone tomorrow night after school if your
parents will be arriving at 7.30?" I asked him.
     "Yes," he said and then added eagerly, "can you come round again like
today?"
     "Sorry no," I replied, "I've got an appointment at home tomorrow for
six thirty and I won't get home from work until five. I took some time off
today and I'll need to make it up."
     "Can't you come straight to us at five and then go home. You can see
how far I've got with Harry and you can bring round that bigger thingy for
me. You might even have time to, " he didn't finish his sentence but we both
knew what he meant.
     "We'll see," I replied and then asked him to explain his parents work
schedules. It appeared that his mother worked in town at a hotel from two in
the afternoon till seven on Tuesday to Thursday and if their father picked
her up in his car on the way home she could get home by seven thirty. If she
had to wait for the bus then she would be later. She did not work on Mondays
or Fridays, but sometimes worked on Saturday or Sunday if the hotel was
busy. On Tuesday's as the boys were at cubs they always went to the pub till
ten thirty as Auntie Jilly looked after them for that evening and then their
mother would look after Auntie Jilliy's children on Thursday nights, which
was when her husband was paid and they would go out.  On Mondays and Fridays
usually their parents stayed home, but the boys were often out round friends
or with other relations who lived nearby. A lot of times his parents were
actually over at Auntie Jilliy's and this is why Tim felt he was alone,
although his parents were in easy reach.
     I caressed him as he spoke but before we could do anything the others
came up to join us. We sorted out our suppers and Tim put his jumper back
on. The other two set off and I caught Tim and whispered something to him
before we followed them. He gave me a big smile and then handed me his chips
whilst he took his shorts off. His jumper just about covered the top of his
bum, but you would have to look hard to see he was not wearing any lower
garments. We now started out after the other two and I mentioned as we
walked that his Cub jumper was probably slightly longer.
     Back at his house I picked up my bag and left him the cream and dildo
and reminded him that everyone should be properly dressed by the time his
parents arrived. I kissed them all goodnight; they tasted terribly of
vinegar and chips and went home.

     To be continued.

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