Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2010 12:35:32 +0800
From: Charlie Rubin <c.rubin@contactoffice.net>
Subject: The Boys of Troop 501 - Chapter 2 - Preparations for camp

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The Boys of Troop 501 - Chapter 2- Preparations for camp

In the fortnight following the recruit's orientation day, the scouts of
Troop 501 spent their twice-weekly meetings in a frenzy of activity in
preparation for the first major event of the year; Tenderfoot Camp.

A tenderfoot was an inexperienced scout. Scouting did not judge a boy's
seniority by age, but by experience and skill. As such, a younger boy who
had been longer with the movement might find himself playing guide and
instructor to an older tenderfoot until the new boy became more seasoned
and could operate more independently. Indeed, even an adult who was new to
scouting- such as a parent or an aspiring new volunteer scoutmaster- might
be considered a tenderfoot until they learnt the ropes. In the ideals of
the Scout method, tenderfoot status was not a brand of 'newbieness' that
carried any negative connotations, but a signal to all fellow scouts to
give extra care and attention to the new arrival so that they would settle
in more easily, make friends and carry on scouting with the troop.

As was traditional in 501, each sub-group of boys -known as a patrol- was
named after an animal related to the Troop's primary animal namesake. In
this case, it was the Polar Bear.  Grizzly Patrol was headed by the troop's
most senior scout, Sean Lukas, who was, at 17, a popular and charismatic
leader, though given to occasional moodiness. Zach Tanner and his best
friend Chester Pope were two years younger than Sean but had earned their
patrol commands the previous winter through their proven skill, commitment
and enthusiasm. They headed the Sun Bear and Kodiak patrols respectively
and thus far had earned high ratings for their leadership and initiative.

The Den was a beehive of activity. Half-filled duffel bags lay haphazardly
on the floor, with half concealed Bunsen stoves, hurricane lamps and
telescopic tent posts giving away the campy occasion the boys were prepping
for.

"Yes, this will do just fine." Chester nodded approvingly at the end of a
rope one of his patrol boys had just submitted for his approval. The rope
was of a medium gauge, about the thickness of a boy's index finger. Having
been cut from a fifty meter spool into more useful lengths during the
previous meeting, it had started to come apart at the ends. As scouts,
sailors and all users of rope knew, to 'whip' the end of a rope was to
prevent it from unravelling further, thus prolonging its lifespan. This was
done by securing it with a special knot using a strong thread or even
dental floss. Once properly done, the whipped rope end should be no thicker
in gauge than the rest of the rope, allowing it to be threaded and
otherwise used without causing obstruction or stoppage.

"I had to do it over seven times, Ches, but I finally got it!" the younger
boy chirped happily. David Leigh would be thirteen this year and had been a
tenderfoot two years ago. Unfortunately, his parents had sent him to stay
with his grandparents in Scotland for the whole of the previous year when
his father could not find work locally and took a job as an engineer on an
off-shore oil platform. A year of living austerely and the cold Scottish
winters had made the boy miss his friends in 501 dearly. Thankfully, the
technological wonders of email and video chat had kept him touch and he had
fit right in upon returning. Therefore, though he had joined the troop in
the same year as Chester, he lacked the experience of his peers who had an
extra full year of scouting to hone their skills.

Chester, as patrol leader, felt it his personal mission to help his friend
catch up. Familiarity with knots, however, as Chester had once learned the
hard way, was not borne of one success but of constant practice.

"That's good but only one won't do, Dave. There are twenty coils of rope in
that basket over there," Chester pointed to an open wicker basket
overflowing with untidy ropes like snakes on a medusa's head. "Take two
Kodiaks of your choice and get all those ropes whipped. Make sure they know
how to whip or you'll be there all night, okay?" Chester softened his tone
at the end, not wanting to sound bossy.

"You got it boss," came the optimistic reply. David scrambled over the
nearest duffel bag and pulled two others across to the wicker basket where
they began the long and monotonous work. Chester knew that David's keenness
was partly because they were friends and not merely superior and junior. It
was also, he mused, because the fellow was absolutely over the moon to be
back in scouting again. Ever since Chester had joined the troop some years
ago, the camaraderie and fellowship he felt among most members of his
fellow scouts had been a positive influence in his life, giving him
confidence and a sense of belonging. That he and Zach were screwing each
other like rabbits in their free time didn't hurt either.

As his thoughts went to his best friend, Chester turned his gaze across the
room to where Zach and the Sun Bears were working noisily. Chester had once
read in "Scouting for Boys", the traditional manual and flavour text of the
Boy Scout Movement, that a patrol's boys would mystically take on the
characteristics of their patrol leaders. Thus, a strong patrol leader would
produce a well led-patrol with competent, confident scouts. The reverse was
also supposed to be true. Chester knew Zachary's personality and scouting
abilities well enough to be confident that his boys would have in him a
reliable, and caring elder brother. As he looked across at the tangled mass
of arms and legs that was the Sun Bear patrol, all he was certain of was
that in the short time he had taken over as patrol leader, Zach had
definitely succeeded in making them the nosiest patrol in the troop's
history.

After some minutes of horsing around, Zach's head popped up from behind the
multi-legged monstrosity that was the Sun Bear's 'Royal Rumble'. It was one
of the boy's birthdays and his fellow Sun Bears had decided to give him an
extra special treat, pinning him to the floor and tickling him silly,
before using the ropes they were supposed to be prepping for the camp to
tie him up in numerous creative ways. Seeing his friend looking on, Zach
gave a wave and flashed his million dollar smile that revealed the dimple
in his left cheek.

Chester chuckled before pretending to look disgusted, waving Zach off in a
mock dismissal. At this point, Zach stuck his tongue out playfully and went
back into the fray of tangled limbs, shouting "Okay break it up! break it
up" even though he himself continued to tickle the poor victim, who laughed
helplessly in a mixture of rapture and captive frustration.

By the end of the evening, when Scoutmaster Drake made his inspections of
the three patrol's equipment, all were ready to go.

The boys stowed their gear in their lockers, ready to be loaded onto the
truck when the weekend came, and dispersed after the Closing Ceremony
brought a formal, ceremonial end to the meeting. Chester and Zach walked
home together as usual, living as they did on adjacent streets. Their
destination this evening, was Chester's room, for his parents were out of
town on business. They both worked in the publishing industry; his father
was a journalist turned copywriter while his mum wrote and edited books on
country lifestyle living. They didn't earn the big bucks, but they kept
everyone clothed, warm and fed, and had raised their only son to be as
polite and considerate a young man as they thought possible. This evening,
Mr and Mrs Pope were in town attending a book launch and would not be home
till late.

Chester's room, like the rest of the home, was decorated in the Eastlake
style of the Queen Anne period. The design was a balance between the
elegant and plain; emphasising curves over sharp corners and a mix between
geometrically ornate designs on selected fixtures like hinges or door knobs
contrasted against a simpler, clean look on the larger surfaces such as
doors. Chester had opted for a single bed to make space for his most prized
possession, a historical reproduction of a Resolute desk.

Turning to Zach as they deposited their knapsacks on a rack just inside the
door, he threw his arms around his friend and hugged him tightly, closing
his eyes as he did so.

"Hey... what's come over you now?" Zach asked.

"Nothing," quipped Chester as he loosened the hug and planted a kiss on
Zach's forehead. "I'm just glad to be spending time with you again after
the long summer".

Zach smiled knowingly. "I missed you too, bro," then his tone changed
abruptly. "Ready for me to make you cum like you've never cum before?" He
gave an impish grin.

Chester took both Zach's hands in his and the two boys lay down on the bed,
one on top of the other, with Chester facing upwards. Their dicks were both
getting harder by the second and as they kissed over the next ten minutes,
they progressively stripped one another in their regular erotic foreplay
routine. First it was shirts off, the boys would admire and feel each
other's nipples, chests and back, swapping little massages up and down the
spine while grinding their crotches together, kissing often. Then it was
time for the pants to come off, leaving the boys only in their socks and
underwear. The increased skin to skin contact raised their arousal levels
and it was not uncommon both of them to have a growing wet patch on the
front of their briefs where their teenage penises were oozing the sweet
pre-cum fluid, pulsing gently in anticipation of even better things to
come. Often, they would tease each other by slipping a finger or three
underneath their lover's briefs to fond
 le the treasured equipment up front, jingle the two ball sacks still
trapped behind their prison of cotton or- as an ultimate tease- circle and
probe ever so gently at the pleasure gate behind. This last gesture would
almost always precipitate an escalation to the next level of foreplay,
stripping off whatever clothes remained on and the two boys romping naked
into the bathroom to share a piping hot shower.

Though Chester's single bed was cramp for two bodies compared to Zach's
queen size mattress in his attic room, the shower room was a different
matter. Rather than keep a bath tub, Chester's parents had renovated their
son's bathroom to have a large standing shower that could, if necessary,
accommodate four people behind the floor to ceiling sliding glass
door. This was accomplished by removing not only the original antique
porcelain bathtub but also hacking away the soft plaster wall to create a
large enclosure. This rather unique home improvement, admittedly, had
scouting to blame for it. Mr and Mrs Pope insisted that Chester take
responsibility for maintaining his own scout equipment as far as
possible. This meant washing and drying his own tents, ponchos, sleeping
bags and other bulky items. The enlarged shower area was thus provided as a
means by which the boy might accomplish such tasks without making a mess of
the living room. In the cold winter months, he would also be
  able to dry all but his most bulky equipment indoors.

Zach pumped some liquid soap into his palm from the dispenser and lathered
up his best friend's lithe body, feeling the occasional shudder and a soft
moan as he worked his hands over Chester's nipples, chest, abdomen and
finally groin. If that was even possible, Chester's erection seemed harder
now than it was when they were kissing on the bed. The warm water, combined
with the smooth lubrication of the soap, made Zach's touch all the more
stimulating and Chester's body jerked a few times involuntarily as he
submitted himself to a thorough cleaning. Though he knew a few dozen well
timed strokes from Zach would make him cum, the boys normally refrained
from climaxing in the shower when they were at home with no one else
around. The opportunity to take full advantage of the bed, and the
positions it made possible, was usually too good to be wasted by a 'stealth
shower cum'; a session where they would hide the protein-rich evidence of
their making out either by swallowing it or
 rinsing it down the drain along with the soap suds.

Soon it was Chester's turn and he gave Zach a good rub down on his back,
taking time to massage some of the knots out of his friend's stiff deltoids
and trapeziums using the soap lather as a massage lotion. His favourite way
to clean Zach's front was actually to hug him from behind, nibbling his ear
as his hands roamed freely over Zach's muscular torso, down to his rock
hard crotch and hot, hungry boy hole. This evening, Chester was feeling
especially horny and wanted to go 'all the way'. Towards this end, he
lathered up several fingers and started giving Zach's sphincter a good
rubbing.

"Ooo... so that's what it's going to be today, is it?" Zach purred in
exaggerated pleasure as he felt Chester convey his intention through his
fingers.

"Are you ok?" asked Chester.

"I'm good," was the reply. "I used the dildo a few times over the summer so
I doubt that I'll be too tight." Zach gave another impish grin.

"Let me use the hose, I know I didn't tell you beforehand and we've been at
Meeting all evening so..." Chester left the sentence unfinished; he didn't
need to. Both boys had discovered early on that it served absolutely no
purpose to be shy about properly cleaning out their anuses before that kind
of sex. Even in the days when they used condoms, the stink and mess that
followed fucking an unclean rectum led them both to a unanimous decision
that there would be no compromise and no shyness about getting 'that
business' sorted out before the pleasure key went into the lock of joy.

Ten minutes later, shampooed, washed, dried and still very naked, the two
boys were back in the bedroom, fooling around with a bottle of water-based
lubricant. Chester wore wetsuits when sailing and the neoprene garments
were sometimes difficult to put on. It had taken only the weakest
persuasion to win his parents over to the position that using water based
lubricant was more environmentally friendly, as well as healthier for his
skin, than using regular bathing soap as a lubricant as many sailors and
surfers chose to. The secondary advantage of this arrangement, combined
with the economic sensibility of buying in bulk, was that Chester and Zach
were almost never without a ready supply of lube for when they wanted to
partake in anal sex, or when they were just feeling kinky for that matter.

Zach was on the bed, facing the headboard on all fours, his head low and
his love passage presented proudly to Chester, who stood on the floor at
the foot of the bed. Ches had just finished lubing up his own dick, balls
and nipples and stood there absently rubbing his left nipple with one hand
and stroking his dick with the other.

"C'mon Ches... " breathed Zach from the other side of the bed, "don't keep
me waiting like this, I know you've been wanting this ever since you looked
at me earlier in the Den."

This was true. Chester had earlier needed to suppress a rapidly growing
erection after gazing over at his friend and lover during the meeting. He
did so by thinking of such safe subjects as the most efficient way of
gutting a trout or the ceremonial significances of sewing uniform badges on
in a straight line. Right now, however, he saw Zach's sphincter pulsing and
contracting like a hungry sex monster, ready to swallow his teen prick
whole and thank him for doing so.

Chester dispensed a generous gob of lubricant into his left fingers and
began massaging it into and around Zach's anus.

"Oh Ches.... Ches...." came a raspy reply from his friend. "Yea that feels
good."

"I've grown a bit since you last had me," Chester warned his friend. "I'll
go slow, okay?"

"You know how I am, Ches, I know you'll be careful". Zach really made such
sweet pillow talk.

"Aa......AAAAA!" Zach breathed in sharply as Chester's prow shaped head
parted the ring of muscles guarding his partner's love passage. "Wow you
really have gotten bigger!" Zach seemed to tense up before he forced
himself to relax and accustom himself to the stretch of Chester's cock on
his anus.  Chester was, by most standards, well endowed for a fifteen year
old. Years ago, when they had taken a communal shower at their tenderfoot
camp, Chester already had a dick that was larger than everyone else's. This
had given rise to his nickname "lil' Ches" in mocking honour of his
sizeable manhood. Though Scoutmaster Drake had always thought it a cute and
endearing thing that all his age-group mates called him that, little did he
know the true origin of that epithet.

Chester gradually felt his friend relax and his breathing returned to
normal. The funny thing about having his dick inside was that he could feel
Zach's pulse through his anus. "I'll bet they don't teach that for the
First Aid badge". He thought to himself wryly.

Soon, Zach indicated that he was ready for more and Chester began to fuck
his buddy in the slow, deep and deliberate style the boys had developed
over the time they had been enjoying a physical relationship. Zach began to
moan and his dick, which had gone flaccid for a time when Chester had first
penetrated him, was fast returning to being a raging hard-on.

Chester was in heaven. With every stroke in and out of Zach's ass, the
ribbed ring of muscle that was his friend's sphincter would send ripples of
pleasure up Chester's dick and through his body. On the in-stroke, Chester
had learnt how to thrust his hips in a particular way so as to massage
Zach's prostate- oh the moaning cum fountain Zach had been the first time
he mastered that trick. Chester slowly increased his pace, working both
their libidos steadily towards the pulsating climax that they both
preferred.

"Oh gawd... Ches... oh gawd... gawd...." Zach had began to swear, which
meant that he was really enjoying the feelings and was getting
close. "Harder, oh yes... fuck me harder... faster... Ches... gawd
Ches...."  It was hard not to get turned on by such talk and Chester
willingly obliged, taking their lovemaking to the next stage.

Bending over to reach around Zach's torso with both arms, Chester placed
his hands on Zach's firm pectorals and pulled his buddy up into a kneeling
position. He was now so practiced at this that he hardly lost a beat as he
continued to pound away at Zach's anus. The change in angle caused each
thrust to press more firmly against Zach's G spot and this, combined with
Chester's heavily lubricated hands- one squeezing a nipple and the other
wrapped around Zach's rock hard cock, tracing quick circles on the glands
of the penis- was Zach's magic button. With an initial grunt so loud it
might have been audible a block away and a shudder so powerful it might
have been mistaken for a convulsion, Zach's orgasm let loose in a tsunami
of pleasure after twenty minutes of skilful build up. Seven or eight thick
ropes of cum spurted so strongly from his penis that the sound of the
ejaculation could be heard like a "pfft pfft" of utter ecstasy. Chester had
learnt that at his moment of releas
 e, Zach really warmed to a little domination and so when Zach came like
this, Ches would clamp his hand firmly over his friend's mouth, muffling
the loud groan into an even more erotic "Mmmmm! MMmmhm! MMMmmmmhmmm!
MMMMHHHHMMMM!" that got higher in pitch with each pulsing blast of Zach's
ejaculation.

Hardly on the losing end of the bargain, Chester's own body shuddered as he
pumped his boy seed deep into Zach's insides, the thrusts becoming frenzied
and involuntary as he emptied his cum reservoirs in a torrent of teenage
hormones gone wild. Chester heightened his own orgasm by hugging Zach's
sexy body even more tightly, revelling in their closeness at this point of
primal pleasure. Zach's muffled moaning caused by Chester's hand-over-mouth
manoeuvre had become a huge turn on for him, fulfilling some inexplicable
desire to dominate his lover just at the point when self-control seemed to
be lost. The crowning glory, however, was Zach's sphincter and anus, which
clenched and pulsated in powerful isometric muscle spasms at the moment of
his orgasm. This effect, combined with Zach's other hugely carnal
reactions, often made Chester cum so hard that his head would feel light
and he would feel his pulse in his temples for several moments afterward.

"Zach... I.... aaaahhhhh!! aaahhh!! aaaaah!!! oh god.... aaaahhhh!
aaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!"


Not being particularly hungry that evening, the two boys continued to
cuddle and kiss in bed for another hour, letting the conversation stray
back to the everyday topics of homework, scouts and the latest gossip from
their respective groups of friends in their different schools. It didn't
seem strange at all to be comparing opinions on the Gettysberg Address or
simultaneous equations, all while under the blanket, quite naked and
occasionally fondling their penises back to hardness. Chester would climax
once more and Zach twice before they called it quits, cleaned up, got
dressed and went downstairs to whip up some dinner in the kitchen.