Date: Tue, 2 May 2006 18:02:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions - Chapter 3
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Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions - Chapter 3
by Dennis B.
StoriesNew@yahoo.com
May 2, 2006
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fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places,
descriptions, is totally unintentional and a pure coincidence.
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SCOUT CAMPOUT QUALIFYING COMPETITIONS
by Dennis B.
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David Thornton, 21, Scoutmaster
SCOUTS TRYING FOR EAGLE SCOUT
Tim Larsdon, 14
Terry Dalisle, 14
Michael Roberts, 14 - boldest, most developed of the 14 y/o
scouts trying out for Eagle. Tall and well built, looks
more like 16. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, 5 foot 9,
145 pounds; smooth chest; great build; 6 inches.
Kyle McCovey, 13 - the only 13 y/o but qualified to earn Eagle
status. Best looking; 5 foot 5, 120 pounds, blue eyes,
blond hair; 5 1/2 inches. Not much sexual experience.
Adam Drist, 14 - Kyle's friend; light brown hair, green eyes,
5 foot 6, 130 pounds. 5 inches. Adam can suck himself off.
BROTHERS OF SCOUTS
Robby Larsdon, 12
Jonathan Roberts, 15
Peter Drist, 16 - Adam's brother; tall; shaves
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"Better relax, pretty boy," Michael said endearingly as he
took a soft feather to the beautiful blond's balls.
"Oh, shit. Oh, shit!" Kyle whispered, jerking his hips off
the floor.
The poor boy was shaking now. And Michael, smiling
contentedly, had only begun. A glance flashed between them
after Kyle saw Michael's ample pre-cum flow to the mat.
Adam grimaced subtly, practically masturbating as he viewed
the erotic scene, his breaths accelerating. I might need to
remind him that coming was still off limits.
From the looks of Michael and Kyle, something more than
just teasing was happening.
"You got a sexy big-boy dick," Michael said, licking Kyle's
ear. Poor Kyle jerked his arms and legs spasmodically--Michael
apparently finding one of Kyle's hot spots.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Kyle groaned, his flat tummy heaving.
CHAPTER 3
As soon as Michael stopped licking Kyle's ear, the cute blond
took hold of Michael's dick. It had a good layer of precum on it,
and Kyle gave it a few good strokes.
"Ooo, yeah!" Michael said, totally into the feel of the boy's
hand jacking him off. After a moment, Michael realized this
wasn't supposed to happen--he should be teasing Kyle. He grabbed
Kyle's wrists. The duo blushed.
The other young Scouts made sensual sounds of their own as
their hands slid slowly along their own excited boy-tools.
I brought in a stepstool and put Kyle on it, lying face up
with his butt pressing against the small seat. This raised Kyle
high enough for all to more easily see his dick getting teased.
Then I stared at Adam who was still stroking himself.
"Adam--no masturbating," I said. "Play, yes. Jack off, no.
Sorry, those are the rules." Adam slowed his hand to a crawl.
"Dave?" Adam shouted, "Is someone timing the twenty minutes?"
I was embarrassed. I'd forgotten to time the event. I had to
make an announcement and rectify the situation.
"At ease, everyone--including Michael and Kyle," I said,
taking my stopwatch from my pocket. "Thank you for reminding me,
Adam."
I took this opportunity to look at the audience. Adam, Tim,
and Terry all had nice tents in their shorts. Of course, they got
that way watching Michael do his best to tease Kyle out of his
mind. I had some plans for the three onlookers.
"All right. How much time do you three think Michael has been
at it?"
"I don't know for sure, Dave," Tim said.
"Five minutes," Terry shouted, a hand to his bulge and a big
grin on his face.
"Yeah, Dave--five minutes!" Adam said.
"Do you all agree?"
"Yes," Tim said, making it unanimous.
"Dave--what about Kyle and Michael?" Adam asked.
"What do you two say? Does fifteen more minutes sound fair?"
The pair agreed.
"All right then. I'll set my stopwatch for fifteen minutes."
"But you can make it more," Michael said with a sly grin. All
the others laughed, including Kyle, who did his best to suppress
it. The shy 13-year-old blushed, looking down at his exposed
erection at full mast, throbbing for all to see.
Michael's erection also throbbed very visibly, attracting all
eyes to the thick, reddened thing.
"We'll vote on it if we think you need more time," I said,
looking at Adam, Tim, and Terry--and winking at Michael and Kyle.
"Sounds good, Dave," Michael said with a big grin.
"One more thing," I said, looking at the boys in the audience,
"This would be a good time for you three to get naked."
The trio looked shocked and began to grumble among themselves.
"Yeah," Kyle said, "that's be HOT!"
"Do it, guys," Michael said, waving his stiff bone at them.
Stiffness was a matter of degree only, as they all had taken
the arousal stimulant. But it was surprising the degree of
variation a boy would have from one moment to the next.
"Stand up, boys," I said to Adam, Tim, and Terry.
The blushing boys stood slowly, their faces ever-reddening as
they did. The tents in their shorts looked enormous--as if the
boys suddenly sported much bigger organs. That was the charm of a
clothed boner--it always seemed bigger than a naked one.
"Dave--do we have to take our shorts off?" Tim asked.
"No. If you don't want to remove them, I can have Michael and
Kyle take off your shorts for you."
Three boys instantly lined up in front of Kyle and Michael.
They shared the task of pulling the other boys' shorts down. As
son as they'd done all three, the duo slid fingers on the three
boners, and had the unsuspecting boys squealing as their dicks
bounced with quick, jerking motions.
"We can see better from here," Adam said, looking longingly at
Michael and Kyle. "Can we stay and watch them from here, Dave?"
"Sure," I said. "You can get on your hands and knees to see
even more, if you want. Just don't touch them." The observer
boys didn't seem so embarrassed now.
"Cool!" they said.
"Remember," I said to Michael, "licking the penis is
restricted to fifteen seconds at a time, once every two minutes.
I'll time that with my watch. And no actual sucking off."
Michael got up suddenly. He took a soft artist's brush from
the box of 'teasing tools' and started swiping the wide brush on
Kyle's penis--restricting the stimulation to just the head.
Michael remembered that a boy can't usually come from stimulating
just the tip.
Kyle's body reacted with great energy. His hips came flying
off the stepstool, knocking the brush from Michael's hand.
"Whoa!" everyone said, including Michael.
"Be careful, you have a wild pony there," I said to Michael.
Everyone looked at Kyle's bouncing boy-stick.
The sexy big 14-year old again rubbed the soft bristles on
Kyle's raging boner, and as the little blond's hips continued to
buck, pre-cum flowed out from him more forcefully than before.
The throb in Michael's cock told all of us that he enjoyed
what he was doing--and the sight of Kyle's pre-cum surely helped.
In a clever move, Michael slid the head of his cock against
Kyle's. Now, Kyle shouted with built-up sexual need and the
extreme pleasure of a bigger boy's warm cockhead rubbing against
his own. Kyle gasped for breath.
"Oh, God! Michael . . . uhhh."
"You're not gonna come now, are ya, Kyle?"
"No--but you're killing me." The boy's penis was obviously in
a frantic state--very red, throbbing wildly.
"Killing you?" Michael said with an evil grin.
"Yeah! You're torturing me," Kyle said, nearly shouting, his
higher-pitched voice piercing the air.
This made the other young Scouts throb, knowing the pleasure
Kyle was voicing, sensing the sexual voltage of the scene.
"I'm not torturing you. I'm just rubbing your dick."
Occasionally, Michael allowed his thick cockhead to slide
under the crown of Kyle's bone, intensifying Kyle's jumping and
squirming.
"Oh, I forgot the cum rule," I said. "If your guy comes, you
have to take his cum in the mouth--but without touching. If he
shoots more than three streams, you can finish him off by taking
his penis into your mouth and sucking him."
"Ooo! The other shouted."
"Oh, yeah!" Adam said, his 5-inch erection responding
intensely to this rule.
Michael changed tactics again, sucking both of Kyle's balls
into his mouth and slowly manipulating them.
Poor Kyle vibrated now, his voice a pure squeal. The boy
squirmed, causing his stiff pole to brush against Michael's hand.
"Yeeeeaaaggh! OH! I can't take it."
"Do you give?" Michael said, staring into Kyle's hot blue
eyes.
Kyle stopped, obviously thinking about what was said.
"No," Kyle said bravely.
This prompted Michael to take the flavored edible lube from
the box. This he spread slowly over Kyle's enraged cock. When he
slid his fingers carefully over the throbbing pole and began to
lick, Kyle squealed louder than ever.
"Twenty minutes! Good work, Michael. Stand up with Kyle so
we can all look at your erections."
Blushing, Michael helped Kyle stand, and the pair faced the
audience of four--three 14-year-old scouts and me. The three boys
applauded.
"Can I come, now?" Kyle said breathlessly, causing the others
to laugh. Michael took great interest in hearing the answer to
this question.
"Yes and no," I said. "Yes, you can, Kyle, but not now. When
everyone has been teased, you may come."
"Awrrgrh!" Kyle said in frustration as he grasped his aching
penis. "Please, Dave--I gotta!" Kyle said, pleading with me.
"Well--there IS a way you can come now. The rules say that
any boy who comes during a teasing ritual before the rules say
he's allowed to, he may masturbate in front of the others and take
a swat of the paddle from each of the other participating Scouts
in the room."
"PADDLE?" Kyle said fearfully, "Won't that HURT?"
"Yes--some," I said, "but it won't kill you."
Kyle seemed hesitant.
"Go for it!" "Do it!" the others shouted.
Motivated by peer pressure, Kyle agreed, blushing badly.
Michael did not seem to like this idea.
"Okay," Kyle said with a grin.
The cabin was equipped with a set of makeshift spotlights and
dimmers. To make the paddling event dramatic--and more
embarrassing to Kyle--I dimmed the cabin lights and aimed a
spotlight at the mat, which illuminated Kyle like never before.
The powerful light allowed us to see more detail of the boy's
body. It glowed with tiny wisps of Kyle's hair--on his arms,
chest, and legs--the short, thin hair twinkling. Also, we could
see a budding pleasure trail of faint blond hair. The thickness
of Kyle's very rigid penis became more evident as well--along with
the deep color of the cute boy's blush.
"I have all your names on pieces of paper in this bowl," I
said. "Kyle will now turn his head and select a name. Hand it to
me when you pull one out," I said, approaching him in the blinding
light.
Withdrawing from the spotlight, I unfolded the paper.
"Wouldn't you know, it's Michael Roberts." Immediately, the
big boy blushed. "Stay where you are, Mike--I'll get the paddle."
The paddle was a sturdy, fraternity type.
"Whoa, that looks serious," Michael said, looking concerned.
"One swat," I said, ignoring his remark and handing him the
paddle. "Bend over, Kyle." The others giggled, all except
Michael. "Lean over and put your hands flat on the floor." I
turned to Michael. "Unless you have another position you want him
in." Michael was blushed more than I would've thought.
"No, that's fine," Mike said uncomfortably, and took aim.
The big 14-year-old paused to look at the golden-haired boy's
13-year-old butt. Michael didn't take much of a swing, and when
the paddle connected with Kyle's hairless ass, the stroke made a
weak sound as it hit its target. Kyle's butt barely jiggled.
"That's bogus!" "He barely touched him!" the boys shouted.
"I'm afraid they're right," I said quietly to a badly blushing
Michael. "Try again."
During this interval, poor Kyle squirmed in what had to be
not-so-pleasant anticipation. His anxious breathing added to the
tension.
Michael brought the paddle backward quite a distance this
time, and, overcompensating for his previous leniency, smacked the
thick oak paddle with great force, causing a frightening thwacking
sound of wood on skin, jolting Kyle visibly. The others jumped in
fearful surprise.
"Yeeeeeeeowwwwwwwwww!" Kyle screamed, standing up suddenly and
rubbing the red imprint of the paddle that had seared itself into
his tender, hairless butt-cheeks.
"Sorry," Michael said, looking woefully at Kyle.
"AH! It hurts! Ow! Ow!" the boy continued as he jumped
around with his hands on his little butt.
I slid a chair to the boy, sat down, and took Kyle over my
lap, rubbing his red cheeks, hoping to soothe and calm him.
"That was too hard," I said to Kyle, "but they're still
learning. Feel better, Kyle? Do you forgive Michael?"
"Yeah. No sweat. It just surprised me," Kyle said bravely.
This brought applause from the others.
"Now remember, boys, it's not supposed to hurt a lot. This is
all in fun and for sport--not for the Discipline Merit Badge."
"Okay," they all said, nodding and looking serious.
"Tim, it's your turn at the paddle. We'll keep Kyle over my
lap for the rest."
WHACKK! "Ow!" Kyle's body jerked, but he remained brave.
Tim had hit the same spot Michael had. I remained silent.
Watching a paddling always had a horny effect on those
observing, and I was quite aroused. Seeing the three other boys'
throb and gush pre-cum from their excited poles enhanced my
excitement.
Terry came up and took the paddle. He looked frightened, but
determined to do his duty. "Sorry, Kyle," Terry said, giving a
harder swat than Tim had, but placing it in a new area of Kyle's
skin.
WWHAPPPP! "AHH!" Kyle writhed energetically, and his slick
erection dug into my leg.
Adam was quite shaken as he came up to take the paddle. He
apologized in advance, as Tim had, and gave a weaker stroke, but
Kyle moaned and squirmed all the same.
"Kyle--are you okay?" I asked, concerned.
"Hell, yeah--I'm fine, the brave blond said, smiling with
embarrassment and rubbing his cute little ass.
"What happens now?" Terry said, staring at Kyle's crimson
cheeks.
"Well--all you boys have to comfort the one who got paddled.
Stand and lean your hands on my shoulders, Kyle. All you paddlers
now must lick Kyle's poor butt--everywhere you see red."
"Oh, God!" "You're kidding?" was the quiet, embarrassed
response from the other boys.
"You could opt to take a paddling from Kyle, as a substitute."
"Hell, no!" "No, I'll lick," the general consensus came.
"All right," I said. "Line up in reverse order--so Adam will
be first, Michael last. Kneel down, boys, and get your tongue
into action. A minimum of one minute each."
One by one, each boy knelt and bathed Kyle's sore ass with his
tongue. I timed them with my watch and announced when the minute
was up. Each boy was blushing very charmingly when he got up
after his licking session.
Michael licked almost two minutes, apparently in an attempt to
apologize to Kyle for the hard paddle stroke he'd inflicted on the
boy's buttocks. By the time all the licking was accomplished,
Kyle stood, grinning ear to ear, stroking his dick, precum gushing
nicely--the effect from all the activity adding to the action of
the stimulant pill.
"Are you ready to come for us?" I said to Kyle.
"If I take another paddling, do I get my butt licked again?"
Kyle said jokingly, to uproarious laughter.
For some reason, this made Michael blush, evidently still
feeling guilty for his hard whack at our cute blond Scout.
"I guess I can . . . jerk off now, Dave," Kyle said nervously
with his darkest blush. It was rough for a boy to masturbate for
an audience--and this one was quite eager to see this.
Michael whispered in my ear. I agreed to his idea.
"I feel bad I hit you so hard," Michael said, looking at Kyle
with eyes that pleaded for forgiveness. "So, I'm gonna jerk you
off, to let you know I'm sorry."
This was overkill, I thought. After all, I got a good look at
Kyle's ass, red marks fading fast. The boy was fine.
Kyle was taken back with the offer, and had difficulty
responding, so Michael took Kyle to the mat, lay down with him and
took him in his arms.
My cock throbbed to see the hot blond boy sitting naked in
Michael's lap, his hand gently stroking Kyle's anxious cock. When
Kyle jumped suddenly, I had a feeling it was because the tip of
Michael's big bone poked against Kyle's virgin entrance. But
Michael's hand manipulated the boy's penis expertly.
"AWWRRHH!" Kyle shouted as a vibrant stream of boy-stuff shot
high into the air. Michael caught it on its way down, then
positioned his mouth a few inches from Kyle's pubescent fountain.
The screaming, writhing boy shot his way through a rousing
orgasm. The others watched enviously as Kyle's pleasure was
obvious to all. Michael grinned after Kyle's three super-charged
shots and he placed his lips over the gushing hard boy-flesh.
Little cocks bounced all over the place.
After the ooo's and ahh's settled down, I made my
announcement.
It's late. Time to hit the sack, boys. You all have your
assigned tent-buddies. Line up, now. Chastity belts are
MANDATORY for all of you for the night.
"What's a chastity belt?" one of the smaller boys said.
"You'll know all about it after you wear it for a while,"
Michael said with a frustrated sigh. He knew all too well the
effect of going to sleep horny with a thing on your cock that made
it impossible to masturbate.
"Oh, man!" Adam said, apparently familiar with the device's
effect, "Can't we jack off, first?"
"No fucking way," Michael whispered tauntingly to Adam. "Your
little dickie's gonna throb all night long, just like mine."
"That's not fair! I got to come," Kyle said. "Can't I do
something to them--maybe make them feel better?"
"You can do anything you want, Kyle," I said. "But you can't
make them come."
Kyle asserted himself.
"What do you want me to do?" Kyle asked Terry, who was
fingering his penis as if he'd never see it again.
"Would you lick my butt, like we did to you?"
"Yeah," Kyle said, trying not to blush.
The others agreed that was the best idea.
I thought they were all crazy, wanting stimulation now. I
supposed they had no idea of the effect of spending the night with
their cocks in a plastic tube they could not remove, regardless of
the fact the tubes were comfortable, well-ventilated, and big
enough to hold erections twice their size. They were too caught
up in the moment.
"Can I suck myself while Kyle licks me--when it's my turn?"
Adam whispered sweetly.
I felt bad having to say 'no' to the boy.
The other scouts lined up, knelt, and bent over. All except
Michael. Terry was first.
As Kyle knelt to service Terry, he looked at me.
"Dave," he said, grinning wickedly, "can I practice for my
Teasing Badge, while I do this?"
"It's your deal, Kyle," I said as Kyle licked his lips in
sweet anticipation.
The others groaned, holding on to their desperate boy-dicks
for dear life.
Dennis B.
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DENNIS B. - MY STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 2 MAY 2006.
16 stories under the following 6 headings:
- HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE
- SCOUT/CAMPING
- BROTHER
- ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER)
- DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER)
- "NO PAIN NO GAIN"
You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's Author
section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that
way, but what the heck. :-) All my stories are on Nifty.
HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES
NEW: Boiz New Age School of Sexual Education
(Ages 13 to 20 something. A new type of all-boys
High School where sex rules. Mostly students interacting,
but the teachers, all young, also get into the act.
There is also a group of non-students meeting secretly
in the basement.)
- Chapter 2 posted APPROX. April 29, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult/Youth
1. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. May 1, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
2. Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear]
** Listed as just "Special Sale." **
(17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Ages 14 to 25.)
- Last post APPROX. April 9, 2006
NIFTY - High School
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY
3. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. May 2, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
BROTHER STORIES
4. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. April 11, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
5. Eyes for My Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 25, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
6. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
7. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
8. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES (TENDER)
9. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
10. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY
11. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES
12. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far.
I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 14, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
13. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
14. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
15. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
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DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this,
because new chapters of the listed stories may have
been posted since this was written.
Thanks,
Dennis
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