Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2008 23:02:24 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Brewsters Celebrate Boy Scouts  Day - Part 1/2" (t/t/b)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers between the ages
of thirteen and seventeen and twenty-four cubs and scouts between the ages
of six and seventeen having sex with each other and other healthy fun at a
winter camporee.  It is posted at free gay adult story sites for adult
entertainment only.  Permission is not given to copy electronically nor in
any other form for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other
than those just described.  This is the forty-eighth story in the Brewster
Adventures special events and myths series.

Chronologically it follows the forty-sixth story in the series, "The
Brewsters Celebrate Chinese New Year," but like the other stories in this
series it is a stand alone story that can be read totally on its own.
(Readers who enjoy this adventure might want to check out the nineteenth
story in this series, "The Brewsters Celebrate Veteran's Day".)  The
Brewster brothers would like to remind everyone to always be prepared:
carry your matches in a condom to keep them dry and your condoms in an
empty match book cover incase you forget to empty your pockets before your
mom does the laundry.  Comments, badges for outstanding writing, and true
confessions of your own boy scout days can be sent to the author
J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmmail.com

       THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE BOY SCOUT DAY, PART 1 OF 2

     "Oh man this is going to be sooo fucking wicked."
     "Bobby, go to sleep."
     "I can't.  I'm too fucking excited," the thirteen-year-old responded
     "Then just shut up.  We gotta be up in a couple hours."
     "I can't sleep."
     "Count sheep jumping over a fence," suggested Benny, the
fifteen-year-old sleepily leaning over the edge of the top bunk and glaring
down at his kid brother.
     "That's boring."
     "Bobby, that's the point," advised Brett, one of the
seventeen-year-old Brewster twins, from the bottom bunk across from Bobby.
     "Anyway, I already tried that."
     "Imagine it's cute boys."
     "One, two, three ."
     "Count silently."
     "It's not working."
     "Bobby, you just started."
     "Besides, it's giving me a boner."
     "Cute boys jumping over a fence?"
     "Everything gives Bobby a boner," Brent observed from the top bunk
above his twin brother.
     "No, that's not me.  You got me confused with Benny.  Besides, I
thought you meant sheep jumping over cute boys.  See, they're naked, and
their butts are up in the air, and as each sheep jumps, it ."
     "We get the picture," Brent groaned.  Unfortunately he did.  He shook
his head to clear the mental image.  "Then just play with yourself and let
the rest of us get some sleep."
     "Four, ungh, five, ungh, six ."
     "Bobby!" his three brothers chorused.
     The dead silence, except for the sound of one hand clapping, wasn't
any better.  Soon all four brothers were erect and horny, which in that
they were healthy, normal boys, was no surprise.  They all began clapping
and counting.  They were too excited to go to sleep anyway.  Tomorrow was
February 8, International Boy Scout Day, the ninety-fifth anniversary of
the founding of the Scouting movement in England, and the ninety-third
anniversary of the founding of the Boy Scouts of America.  Always an
exciting day, this day was going to be even more exciting in that the event
fell on a Saturday and their scoutmasters had decided that to celebrate
they would go on an overnight winter camping trip in Granite Peak State
Park, without any adults!  There were nine Cub Scouts and nineteen Boy
Scouts signed up and they had been taking special lessons and doing special
projects to prepare them for the event for the past two months.  Like Bobby
had observed, it was going to be sooo wicked!
     The decision to allow them to go on the two-day excursion without
adult supervision had not been unanimous of course and two-thirds of the
parents of the Cub Scouts and a third of the parents of the Boy Scout Troop
had opted not to allow their sons to participate.  The others argued that
with seventeen-year-old Eagle Scout Matthew Winsloe, a grade twelve senior
and honour student and the nephew of Charlie Winsloe, the President of the
local lodge of the American Legion, in charge and five Life scouts signed
up to go, with four of them, Brent and Brett Brewster, their close friend
and Brent's lover Billy Hollis, and Richard Carter, close to achieving the
rank of Eagle Scout themselves, the boys would be well supervised and in no
danger.  The six senior boys had already earned their badges for First Aid,
Camping, Safety, and Wilderness Survival among others, and Matthew had a
cell phone incase of an emergency.  It was precisely for such leadership
positions that the Scouting movement was supposedly preparing the boys for
after all.  Of course there were those who were not so sure about the likes
of Billy Hollis and Brent Brewster whose nose studs, earrings and rings
didn't exactly project the clean, wholesome image of the Scouts the adult
generation had even though neither boy wore their piercings while in
uniform, at least not those piercings that were visible.  Their nipple
rings, Brent's foreskin ring and Billy's scrotal piercings on the other
hand were nobody's business.  There were also disturbing rumours about
Billy's parents and their religious beliefs and satanic orgies under the
full moon, though nobody had been daring enough to broach the matter with
them, preferring the don't ask, don't tell but talk about them behind their
back philosophy.
     The troop leaders had taken the same approach to the gay issue which
locally had reached its peak around the same time as the big controversy
regarding Veteran's Day just over two years ago.  There had been some very
disturbing rumours about what had gone on that day in the back rooms of the
community hall between the war vets and the scouts and cadets assisting in
the event but nobody ever attempted to verify the rumours.  Old Ty Cobb had
managed to quieten things down and curb the discussion on joining the
Scouting For All movement with his don't ask, don't tell approach, and with
his three decades of leading the local scouts people deferred to the
seventy-five-year-old.  With everything quietening back down, Charlie
Winsloe's idea of forming a gay youth support group pretty much petered out
also with the lack of sponsorship and funding.  As Ty Cobb had observed,
"that sort of nonsense is a big city issue, not one we need concern
ourselves with.  There ain't no queers within two hundred miles of
Crestview to my knowledge."
     So at four that morning, twenty-eight bright-eyed, hyper boys and
their drowsy, half- awake parents gathered at Reverend Bentley's
Evangelical Church which was still sponsoring the cub and scout troops and
loading up the boys and their equipment in a truck and a school bus, they
headed off to Granite Peak State Park.  After two hours of "nine hundred
and ninety-nine bottles of root beer on the wall", they arrived at the
parking lot and disembarked and unloaded the gear.  As the bus and truck
headed back to the city, they formed four groups, the nine cubs in one
group and three groups of five scouts each.  One group went with Eagle
Scout Matthew Winsloe for a forty-five minute hands-on lecture on the
winter ecology and flora of the park; the second went for a session on
weather forecasting in one of the picnic shelters with Richard Carter, a
sixteen-year-old Life Scout and the son of Wilson Carter who was just as
prejudiced against gays and anyone who was not white and American as his
father; the third went with Billy Hollis who gave a forty-five minute
lecture on the fauna of the park and on identifying animal tracks; and the
last group went with Brett for a lesson on cold weather first aid.  Every
forty-five minutes everyone rotated with Brent replacing his brother for
two of the first aid lessons until everyone had heard all four sessions.
     Following the lessons, everyone gathered at the picnic shelter and
reformed into teams of three, the cubs forming three teams and the scouts
forming six, the senior cubs and scouts having chosen their team members
prior to the outing with the adult scout leaders ensuring there was as even
a distribution of members of each rank and level of skill and experience as
possible on each team within each of the two groups.  At a signal from
Matthew Winsloe, the Camporee Leader and acting as the games coordinator
and judge, the first member of each scout team strapped on the snowshoes
he'd made previous to the camp out and raced up the road, across the meadow
at the bend and up the hill at the far end of the meadow and back down to
the picnic shelter where he high-fived with the second member of the
three-man team who took off on the track.  The three cub teams competed
with each other on a shorter route angling across the meadow to a copse of
poplar instead of heading up the hill.
     The cub race was close with the last runner of the Polar Bear Team
only a half dozen strides ahead of the final runners from the Caribou and
the Snowshoe Hares teams, the first two runners of each team screaming
themselves hoarse in encouragement.  The scout race was more spread out,
the three Wolverines lead by sixteen-year-old Life Scout Wallace Forsythe
barely beating out the three Martens lead by Brett Brewster with whom
they'd been neck and neck throughout the relay, and the Penguins consisting
of Bobby, his best buddy freckle-faced Aaron Porter and their leader
seventeen-year-old Billy Hollis disappointingly losing by two strides to
the Arctic Foxes consisting of William Forsythe, Solomon Nejrue and Richard
Carter, three boys of like mind and generally disliked by the others for
their smug attitudes and bullying tactics, as were their brothers who made
up the equally disliked Wolverine Team.
     Following the snowshoe relay, the pack of boys headed off for the
nearby lake, which of course the adults had tested for thickness and safety
the day before, and again formed their three- member teams, this time for a
seal relay race, the boys sliding across the windswept ice on their
stomachs and pulling themselves along using awls, again the three cub teams
competing among themselves and the six scouts competing on a longer strip
of ice.  Cheers and jeers resounded across the frozen lake and surrounding
snow-clad forest as first one team and then the other was in the lead.  In
the Cub race the Caribou, who had lost the snowshoe race, beat out their
competitors with the Polar Bears coming in second and the Snowshoe Hares
coming in last.  In the Scout race the Arctic Foxes redeemed themselves by
winning over their closest competitors, the Lynx lead by Brent, and though
the Penguins were again one of the last two teams, they managed to beat the
Grey Wolves consisting of Juan Gonzalez, Benny and Tyson Cobb, thanks
mainly to Billy's phenomenal strength and swiftness giving them a great
lead right at the start and Aaron's slight, light build allowing him to
skim across the ice as he raced third.  Bobby, Benny observed to everyone's
amusement, had flopped across the ice more like a fish out of water than a
seal, to which of course his kid brother gave him a finger and a big grin.
     The final morning event was a fun romp through the woods called The
Search for Bigfoot, or in the case of the cubs, the Search for Little
Bigfoot, the two groups following two sets of tracks of large and larger
bare feet that lead along the park's hiking and bike trails, backtracking
and crisscrossing and leading across windswept rock and across the ice on a
corner of the lake, the two trails making a loop and ending back at the
back of the picnic shelter where two plywood Sasquatch had been erected.
The tracks had been made by the scout leaders and volunteers the previous
day by strapping on large plywood feet.  Matthew Winsloe and the five Life
Scouts, Brent and Brett, Billy Hollis, Richard Carter and Wallace Forsythe
stayed behind and unpacked the sandwiches and put on the soup and pots of
hot chocolate for when the rest arrived back.
     There followed a spirited lunch with bragging as to who had found the
trail after it had reached the rocks or who had picked it back up on the
other side of the ice or when it crossed over itself and had been
obliterated by the trackers, and animated debates on whether or not such a
creature as a Sasquatch existed, those who believed it did just as ardent
as those who believed it did not.  The four Brewster brothers exchanged sly
glances during the debate and said nothing as they thought back to their
Pacific West Coast holiday in Washington two summers ago and the fun time
they'd had with a handsome young Makah brave, and with Bigfoot himself.
They each tried their best to be unnoticed as they reached down and
readjusted what had popped up in their khaki boy scout trousers as a result
of those memories so it wouldn't be so obvious.
     Refreshed and warmed up by their soup and hot chocolate and heated
debate, and from twenty-eight boys being cramped into a single picnic
shelter, the boys were ready and eager for the afternoon's activities,
which they'd been briefed on before signing up for the camporee.  The
afternoon was a gruelling competition called "Trek to the Klondike" with
the same nine teams as in the morning and with Matthew Winsloe awarding
points on a five-point system to each team based on the level of knowledge
their members exhibited, the amount of time it took each team to achieve
each event, and the teamwork demonstrated.
     Each team was given a sled which contained their bedrolls, a small
sack of food, and, they were told, a dead pack horse (or pony in the case
of the cubs) under a tarp which they were to dispose of in a ditch on the
other side of the meadow.  At a signal from Matthew, the nine teams took
off, the cubs running the same distance but pulling smaller and lighter
sleds.  After their defeat in the seal relay race, the Grey Wolves doubled
their efforts and were the first to reach the end of the meadow to dispose
of their dead horse.  To the amusement of the older scouts, some of the
cubs actually believed they were pulling a dead pony and were relieved when
they reached the end of the meadow and pulled off the tarp to find they'd
been struggling across the meadow with a load of bricks.
     Recording the times and points for the event and noting the winning
and losing teams, which Matthew would not reveal to keep up the
competitiveness of the afternoon event and everyone's spirits and hopes,
Matthew set them off on the second event.  This event consisted of pushing
and pulling the sleds, now just with their bedrolls and a bag of food, up a
steep hill to the left of the meadow and then lowering them down the other
side, the event requiring not just strength to pull the sleds up the steep
incline and then to hold it back going down the other side so it wouldn't
smash up at the bottom, but skill and cooperation in pushing and pulling
the sled up the snow-covered hill.  The event was being timed but the
sleds, and the Klondike trekkers, also had to arrive at the end in one
piece.  After being the last to cross the meadow in the previous event, the
Polar Bear cub team was the first to pull its sled up the hill and lower it
down the other side with it and themselves intact, which surprised everyone
considering their youth and lack of experience.  The Martens were not so
lucky, a faulty knot resulting in a runaway sled and their youngest member,
eleven-year-old Ryan Farnsworth, ending up with scraped knuckles, a bruised
rib, and a black eye when he leaped on it in an attempt to slow it down and
receiving instead a wild ride to the bottom of the steep slope ahead of
everyone else much to the amusement of the rest of the scouts once he'd
ended up without any severe injury headfirst in a snowbank, and the envy of
those who'd have loved to have had such a ride.
     Again, the points and times for the event were recorded and they went
on to the third event, each boy having to swing hand over hand across a
gully on ropes tied between two trees while hauling the sleds and their
contents across with them, which took considerable skill and coordination
among the three members of the team.  The cubs of course had a shorter
chasm to cross to make the challenge equal.  Despite their lack of strength
and experience, the Caribou Cub team lead by Michael Farnsworth was light
and agile and nobody needed a stopwatch nor a checklist to know they were
the winners of the event.  As to whether the Lynx team or the Arctic Fox
team, the last two to cross the gully after first losing their bedrolls,
and then their food sack, was at the bottom for the event only Matthew
Winsloe knew for sure.
     The fourth event tested their survival skills and knowledge, the boys
being told one of their team (the lightest if the boys selected wisely
though they didn't always do so resulting in comments their member was
heavier than the dead pack horse) had broken his leg and they had to splint
it and then carry him through the woods, using their sled as a stretcher as
the trail through the dense woods had too many twists and was too filled
with windfall to pull the sleds on the ground.  Again, although points were
given for speed, skill in splinting the injured leg and in manoeuvring the
obstacle course with the sled while carrying their bedrolls and the sack of
food were of equal importance, and of course Matthew was not revealing the
scores he gave each of the teams despite increased pressure to do so, the
boys filled with excitement and competitiveness as they tried to best each
other.
     Arriving at their destination, a large, boarded-in, group picnic
shelter on the other side of the windfall in an area used for group tenting
in the summer, the nine teams dropped off their bedrolls and backpacks
inside the shelter and competed in the final two events.  The first was to
hang up the food bag they'd carted along with them so that coyotes and
wolves could not reach it, being awarded points on their speed, their knot
tying, and for hanging the sack the appropriate height and distance from
the ground and the supporting tree.  The Lynx, Wolverines and Penguins
finished at almost the same time so who won the event wasn't certain, but
when the sack hung by the Arctic Foxes came crashing down and the contents
scattered on the snow- covered ground, it was safe to conclude that in
their haste they had lost that event.  The finger- pointing and blaming and
cursing by the three members, Richard Carter, Solomon Nejrue, and William
Forsythe, certainly didn't help their score, but was no surprise to the
others who were well aware of their true character when out of sight and
hearing of their scout leaders.
     The last event was to start a campfire from the dry twigs from the
nearby old logging road, using only a flint, and melting a can of snow
above it.  The leaders of eight of the teams called out almost
simultaneously that their can of snow had melted and their campfires all
looked pretty much identical though of course each thought their circle of
rocks and support for the can was the best.  The ninth team, the
Wolverines, had been overconfident, and bickering among the three members,
Kenji Nejrue, Roland Carter and Wallace Forsythe had resulted in a sloppy
job, resulting in a slow start to begin the fire, and their can of
half-melted snow tipping over and putting out the flames.  While there was
doubt who had won the event, who had lost was evident.
     There followed another fun activity in which the scouts were
redistributed into four three- member teams and they and the three cub
teams were told that again one of their group had become too ill to walk
and those carrying the improvised stretcher had become snow blind.
Blindfolding the two members, each team followed a winding trail set out by
flags along the old logging road beside the group tenting area the day
before, having to go around clumps of brush, over fallen logs, and under
logs that had been suspended over the road, being directed where to go by
the boy on the sled who was the only one who could see.  In this case
selecting the boy with the best ability to give directions rather than the
lightest boy was the key to their success, which of course they did not
realize until too late.  As each team progressed though the obstacle
course, stumbling into bushes and over the logs and getting totally twisted
around to the amusement of those watching, those remaining to complete the
course were sure they'd be able to do better having watched and memorized
the route, but they found it much more different once they were blindfolded
themselves and had to rely on the directions of the boy they were carrying.
     While the seven teams were traversing the obstacle course, with much
laugher and no little cursing in the absence of adult supervisors, Matthew
Winsloe, Star Scout Tyson Cob, and the five Life Scouts entered the shelter
and started up the wood stove and began preparing their supper retrieved
from the food bags.  Returning to the shelter chilled, exhausted, and many
half- soaked from falling in the snow and from the sweat of their labour
but all in high spirits and filled with excitement, the boys stripped out
of their wet clothes and hung them up to dry.  Some found to their dismay
that the dry change of clothing they'd packed in in their backpacks had
also gotten soaked and had to be hung up to dry also, resulting in some
boys, the more confident and extroverted, going naked, others wearing only
their underwear or girding their loins with a towel in their modesty, and
others fully dressed.  Supper, pots of steaming Kraft dinner, plates
stacked high with wieners, and buns warmed on top of the kitchen stove,
looked and tasted delicious and the famished twenty-eight boys eagerly
loaded their dogs with condiments and dug in.
     With everyone fed and warm once again, Matthew Winsloe stood on one of
the tables and called everyone to order for the rewards and penalties
ceremony, or as some called it, the sashes and slashes ceremony, the
winners of each event each receiving a certificate of achievement and a
chocolate bar or packet of gum and the losers having to perform some act of
retribution selected by the winners.  The members of the Polar Bear Team,
blond-haired and blue-eyed six- year-old Tiger Cub Davey Kleinsauser,
dark-eyed and black-haired seven-year-old Wolf Cub Alex Garner and
ten-year-old Webelos Charles Elwood, the Brewster brothers' neighbour who
literally worshipped the four boys, proudly stepped forward with a round of
cheers from their fellow cubs and the scouts to claim their certificates of
achievement and chocolate bars for winning the snowshoe relay race in the
Cub Division.  Similarly the members of the Wolverines, eleven-year-old
Tenderfoot Scout Kenji Nejrue, the only black boy on the weekend camp out
besides his older brother, fourteen-year-old First Class Scout Roland
Carter and sixteen-year-old Life Scout Wallace Forsythe stepped forward to
a round of cheers for winning the Scout Division.
     They were given two minutes to brainstorm a suitable penalty for the
losers from the two divisions.  The cubs of course deferred to the more
experienced scouts, and their decision, suggested by Wallace Forsythe, was
announced with much giggling by young Davey Kleinsauser.  "Run one lap
outside around the picnic shelter, starkers," he announced with a wide
grin, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
     Amongst the hoots and laughter, the six boys, the Caribou Team of the
Cub Division consisting of doe-eyed six-year-old Tiger Cub Samuel Peppin,
eight-year-old Bear Cub Emiliano Gonzalez, one of six Mexican-American
brothers three of which were on the weekend camp out, and ten-year-old
Webelos Michael Farnsworth, the middle child of three brothers on the camp
out; and the Penguin Team of the Scout Division consisting of
thirteen-year-old Second Class Scouts Bobby Brewster and his best buddy
freckle-faced, green-eyed Aaron Porter and dark- haired, dark-eyed,
seventeen-year-old Life Scout and Wiccan Billy Hollis, Brent's best friend
and Goth lover, stood and lined up at the door, Aaron and the cubs
self-consciously removing their scout uniforms and stepping out of their
underwear, Bobby and Billy already naked and unconcerned about their
nakedness.  Making a mad dash outside, they ran around the building
whooping and yelping and dashed back inside, each of them flinging an
armful of snowballs at the victors and anyone else who got in the way.
With everyone shivering from the blast of cold air from the open door and
at least a dozen besides those who'd been outside from the shock of cold
snow on bare skin, Matthew Winsloe ruled that all future punishments had to
be inside the shelter.  Although everyone moaned in disappointment and
protested, they were all inwardly glad he'd made the rule.
     The winners of the seal relay race, the Caribou team for the Cubs and
the Arctic Fox team for the Scouts, consisting of twelve-year-old Second
Class Scout William Forsythe, fifteen-year- old Star Scout Solomon Nejrue,
and sixteen-year-old Life Scout Richard Carter similarly stepped forward to
receive their certificates and chocolate bars, and they huddled together to
come up with the punishment for the losers of the relay, the Snowshoe Hares
Team of the Cub Division consisting of cherubic seven-year-old Wolf Cub
Rickey Farnsworth, chubby eight-year-old Bear Cub Lucas Spinner, and
ten-year-old Webelos Mario Gonzalez, and the Grey Wolf Team of the Scouts
consisting of swarthy thirteen-year-old Second Class Scout Juan Gonzalez,
fifteen-year- old First Class Scout Benny Brewster, and ruggedly handsome
sixteen-year-old Star Scout Tyson Cobb, one of Crestview Heights High
School heartthrobs.  The punishment, to honk and flap their arms and waddle
on their knees like a seal from one end of the shelter to the other, was
met with wide approval and laughter by cubs and scouts alike.
     Matthew hung up the chart for the Trek to the Klondike competition
he'd made prior to the camporee and entered the scores he'd given for the
first event.  The scout teams had been evenly matched when it came to
balancing stronger and older members with younger and less muscular members
so it was no surprise that the scores were all close, the Penguins
receiving four out of a total of five points mainly because having found
themselves in deeper, softer snow they were among the last to drag their
loaded sled across the meadow despite Billy's muscular legs, and the Grey
Wolves receiving a perfect score of five thanks to Tyson's strength and
broad shoulders, with the rest of the scouts receiving scores of 4.5.  The
cubs received the lower scores largely because of some initial
disorganization in who would pull and who would push the sleds along with a
lack of muscle power even though their loads were lighter, the Polar Bears
receiving the lowest score of the nine teams.  Receiving their prizes, the
Grey Wolves chose one of the traditional punishments for novice members.
Having the Polar Bear Cub group kneel before them, they had them stretch
out their arms in front of them and bow to the floor in obeisance while
chanting the ancient Asian oath of deference "Oh-wah . . .  an-ah . . .
siam" faster and faster until to the amusement and laughter of those
watching they realized that they were really chanting, "Oh what an ass I
am."
     After everyone settled down once again, Matthew entered his scores for
the second event.  That the Marten Team consisting of eleven-year-old
Tenderfoot Scout Ryan Farnsworth (one of the grandsons of Henry Farnsworth,
the President of Wecare Pet Supplies and the Brewster brothers' father's
boss and one of the two major financial backers of the Cubs and Scouts),
fifteen-year-old Star Scout Eric Maartin (who had suggested the name for
their team) and seventeen-year-old Brett Brewster had the lowest score came
as no surprise considering the problems they'd encountered and the
harrowing ride Ryan had taken on the other side of the hill.  Although
everyone knew the Polar Bear cub team had done well, everyone, including
themselves, was surprised when they'd been given a perfect score.  There
was angry disagreement over their scores from the Arctic Fox and Wolverine
teams who'd been marked down because of a lack of cooperation and
coordination among the three members of each team, and they had to be
reminded that the decision by the Camporee Leader was deemed final and not
open to debate and that he could, and would, disqualify them from the
competition if they insisted on making a fuss.
     The Polar Bears almost ran out of time deciding on a punishment for
the losing team who would otherwise have had to pay no penalty for having
lost the event.  Charles Elwood finally came up with an idea at the last
moment that they should be spanked for losing the event.  Charles, clad
only in his underwear, sat on one of the picnic tables and as Brett stepped
up onto the bench he unzipped and unbuckled his trousers and dropped them.
Pushing down his boxers, he stood there in his scout cap, necktie, and
scouting sash and khaki shirt with his red, heart- shaped Life Scout patch
and seventeen merit badges, and equally impressive and envied, his long,
thick, four-and-a-half inch dick dangling between his legs, causing many of
them to wonder just how large it was hard.  Bending over Charles' lap, he
told the ten-year-old cub to go ahead and slap him as hard as he could.
Chucky, as the Brewster brothers customarily called him, readily obeyed and
the first of ten loud, solid slaps echoed in the room.  By the time Chucky
was done, the Life Scout's smooth ass was, to everyone's amusement, a
bright pink the result of being spanked by the Webelos Cub.  As he stood,
those who'd observed closely and were not ashamed to look, noticed that his
dick had swollen by a half inch, and the really observant, noticed a very
distinct bulge tenting out young Chucky's tight white briefs.
     Seven-year-old Wolf Cub Alex Garner's dark brown eyes sparkled with
amusement and he giggled uncontrollably as he took Chucky's place and Eric
Maartens took Brett's.  The handsome fifteen-year-old Star Scout with his
almost white-blond hair and dark eyebrows was fully clothed and he blushed
with embarrassment as he dropped his trousers and pushed down his boxers,
though the pendulous balls and pink sausage hanging below his blond bush
were nothing to be ashamed of.  Not wanting to be outdone by Chucky who to
Alex's surprise had not only really spanked Brent Brewster, but had spanked
him hard, he gave Eric's exposed butt a resounding slap that surprised
everyone and caused Eric to jerk with the shock and the pain.  Encouraged,
Alex gave him another.  Having soaked his clothes and his change of
clothes, like Chucky Alex was also wearing only his tight white briefs.
Each time he slapped Eric's bare butt Eric jerked and he could feel the
teenager's dick sliding over his, the two separated by only his thin cotton
underwear.  To Alex's surprise it felt pleasant, and to his even greater
surprise, he felt his dicky starting to get hard, a condition that up until
that moment he had only experienced upon getting up in the morning and
having to take a bad pee.  Eric of course could feel his dick sliding over
the young cub's dicklet and he could feel the cub's dick getting hard,
which to his surprise and consternation caused his own to begin to swell.
To his relief, he was swollen but still limp when the spanking was finally
over.  As Alex stood and jumped off the picnic bench, the tenting of his
briefs was evident and Chucky gave him a nudge and a knowing wink, causing
the youngster to blush and at the same time beam proudly.
     Like his teammates, six-year-old Davey Kleinsauser had also gotten
soaked as had his spare change of clothes, forcing him to wrap a towel
about his loins.  Eleven-year-old Ryan Farnsworth on the other hand had
managed to reach the picnic shelter with a dry change of clothes.  He
dropped his trousers and boxers and lay across the Tiger Cub's lap somewhat
stiffly, favouring his bruised rib but assuring Matthew Winsloe that he was
all right and telling Davey to spank him just as hard as the others had.
He wouldn't be much of a scout if he couldn't take a spanking from a
six-year-old cub after all.  Following the example of his two teammates and
doing what was expected of him, Davey began to slap the Tenderfoot Scout
for all he was worth, causing his towel to slip off his lap by his third
slap and resulting in the dicks of the two boys to rub against each other
with each slap.  Being a typical boy, Davey had discovered the pleasure of
fiddling with himself back in kindergarten and like most boys he'd been
told by his parents that it was wrong and he'd done his best to stop.
Feeling that familiar pleasure as a result of having another boy's penis
rubbing against his was totally new, and highly erotic, and by the sixth
slap his dicky was stiff and sticking up between his legs.  As for Ryan,
the eleven-year-old grade six student was no stranger to masturbation and
the pleasure of having his dick rubbing against another boy distracted him
from the pain of his bruised rib and scraped knuckles.  He naturally
focussed on the pleasure and squirmed not so much because of the smacking
of his bum but to increase the pleasure between his legs.  Feeling the
six-year-old Tiger cub get hard was wicked, and caused him to pop a boner
himself.  As he stood and stepped down he tried, unsuccessfully, to hide
his condition behind his hand.  Of course those who noticed were quick to
point out his condition to those who had not noticed with much giggling and
teasing much to his embarrassment so that the cheeks of his face were as
crimson as the cheeks of his ass.  Davey, on the other hand, innocently
displayed his little erection for one and all to see, and he beamed happily
as his teammates giggled and winked at him and he glanced shyly at his best
buddy and fellow Tiger Cub, six-year-old Samuel Pippin as he bent down to
retrieve his towel and wondered if Samuel's had ever gotten hard like that.
     The event requiring them to cross the gully was again won by a cub
team, the Caribou, which came as a surprise to nobody.  As to the two teams
that had encountered the greatest difficulty, the Arctic Fox team because
of their bickering and disagreement with each other in getting the sled
across, or the Lynx team consisting of thirteen-year-old Second Class Scout
Joshua Aldin, fifteen-year-old First Class Scout Justin Fording, and
seventeen-year-old Life Scout Brent Brewster who had lost both a member,
Joshua, now clad only in a brief towel, and their sled in the gully, the
Arctic Fox team beat out the Lynx by half a point.  It didn't take the cub
team long to come up with a fit punishment for the older scouts, who had to
hang from the rafters and hop about on the tables acting like monkeys.
While Joshua and Brent dragged their knuckles on the tables and stuck out
their lips and hooted and scratched their armpits, Justin, who had gotten
thoroughly soaked and had stripped off his clothes and gone naked, clowned
around to the amusement of everyone, hanging from the rafters with one hand
and hooting as he stroked his balls and his dick with the other as many had
frequently observed in the monkey cages in the Crestview zoo.  The
fifteen-year-old First Class Scout was naturally mischievous and having
associated with his best buddy, equally mischievous and outgoing Benny
Brewster, since the Brewsters had moved to Crestview Heights, he had become
more daring and impulsive.  He and Benny having messed around with each
other on many occasions, initially as a result of having gotten horny
watching Justin's older brother making out with his girlfriend and later in
that natural openness of two buddies who knew and enjoyed the pleasure of
being a boy and of good buddies pleasuring each other, he wasn't as
inhibited nor as self-conscious about revealing his boyhood as most teenage
boys his age were.  Of course it helped being well hung.
     The Martens redeemed themselves in the next event, getting a perfect
score of five while the Wolverines in their haste had first of all done a
poor job of splinting their injured member's leg, and then in their haste
and disagreement with each other had spilled out the contents of their food
sack and had tipped their poor member in the snow while manoeuvring the
obstacles in their path.  They could not argue their poor mark, but they
did object strenuously against the punishment the winning team chose for
them, to drop to their knees and kiss the naked feet (a pun on defeat Brett
had come up with) of each of the winning members.  Annoyed by their poor
sportsmanship and by their earlier criticism of his scoring, Matthew
Winsloe ruled that the punishment was fitting without really giving it much
thought.  Of course they protested but they knew he had ultimate authority
as judge, and the likelihood that their claim that it was a form of hazing
would be supported by the scout leaders if they reported it to them upon
their return home would be slight.  Besides, the rest of the scouts were in
full support of the punishment and Matthew's decision and to not go along
with it was being seen as poor sportsmanship.
     Kenji Nejrue felt especially humiliated as he dropped to his knees and
bent over to kiss the feet of each of the white boys.  Although they all
treated him fairly in the presence of the scout leaders, he knew there were
some who were prejudiced against blacks, including Rowland Carter who was
on his team and Rowland's brother Richard.  Their father had openly spoken
out against blacks and Mexican-Americans being members of the scouts,
blacks because in his words it would not be fair to expect them to meet the
same BSA standards as white boys given their genetic mental and physical
inferiority, and Mexican-Americans because they were lazy, untrustworthy,
dirty and unable to follow rules or laws.  Rowland had in fact objected to
Kenji being on their team, using the same arguments as his father, but then
he didn't want the oldest Gonzalez brother, the swishy Brewsters and their
kind, nor in his words a "sweet, do-gooder Farnsworth" either, and that
didn't leave any alternatives left.  It had been his attitude toward Kenji,
whom he blamed for their failure, that had been in part the result of their
low score and he scowled darkly as he knelt before the winning team and
kissed each white boy's stinking feet.  They would pay for this humiliation
before the weekend was over.
     As for their team leader, Wallace Forsythe, like his uncle, one of the
wealthiest men in Crestview and the other major sponsor of the cubs and
scouts, and like his older cousin whom he mirrored in handsomeness and
arrogance, he had an inflated ego to go along with his macho attitude and
to be made to kiss another boy's feet was a sign of submission and
weakness.  Not only that, the leader of the winning team, Brett Brewster
was, along with his twin brother, rumoured to be a fag, which made the act
even more humiliating and debasing.  Like Kenji, he silently swore the
Marten team, and especially Brett Brewster, would pay for treating him like
a stinking nigger before the weekend was over.
     That the Arctic Foxes received the lowest score for the event
requiring them to tie their food bags in the air had again come as no
surprise to anyone and they themselves could not argue the score.  The
Wolverines, and especially their leader, smarting from the humiliation
they'd just experienced, again protested the scoring when they received a
half point lower than the winning team, the Lynx, putting them in second
place along with the Penguins who also received a half point lower.
Wallace Forsythe angrily declared that there was no way they were equal to
the Penguins and argued that they had done better than the Lynx team.  He
was about to charge Matthew Winsloe with being biassed and even suggest
that he was gay given rumours about Brent Brewster the Lynx leader, and
especially since he'd given second highest points to the Penguins whose
leader, Billy Hollis, was also rumoured to be Brent's lover, but he knew
his comments would only be seen as sour grapes.  Besides, Matthew Winsloe
was highly respected by the scout troop, and by the scoutmasters, and such
an accusation would not endear him to either.
     When the winning team announced their punishment, that the Arctic Fox
show their obeisance like the Wolverines had, except instead of feet they
were to kiss the asses of the winners, needless to say the Arctic Fox
objected loudly that such an act was undignified for a scout, and
undignified for any scout to even suggest.  Already angry with the
objections the Wolverines had made and fed up with the attitude of the
Arctic Fox team and their questioning of his authority, again Matthew
Winsloe found in favour of the winning team, and needless to say, the idea
of the three Arctic Fox, most of whom few of the other scouts liked, being
forced to kiss ass was met with uproarious approval by the rest of the cubs
and scouts.  Richard Carter was about to flatly refuse but rumblings of
being a spoilsport and a poor looser coming from the crowd of boys bruised
his pride and he impulsively decided to show them all that a Carter was
willing to take his punishment like a man.  He said as much to the others
as he knelt on the floor and glared at Brent as he lowered his trousers and
boxers and bent over.  As his lips lightly and quickly brushed against
Brent's smooth ass and he began to stand, his action was met with a round
of boos from those watching and the observation that it hadn't been a kiss
at all.  Someone even observed that he evidently didn't know how to kiss
and another wondered if that was how he kissed his girlfriend Lindsey
Trowe.  Grasping Brent's hips, Richard angrily leaned forward and the
sixteen-year-old Life Scout planted a long, loud, smacking kiss on his ass
cheek to the cheers and approval of those watching.  Sitting back and
looking smugly up at Justin Fording as the naked fifteen-year-old stepped
forward and turned and presented his ass, Richard had managed to save face,
but he swore like Kenji Nejrue and Wallace Forsythe that he would get even
before the weekend was over.
     Like his younger brother, Solomon Nejrue took particular exception to
kissing a white boy's ass, and like his brother and like Richard Carter the
fifteen-year-old swore each of the three boys would pay for this
humiliation as he was forced to not just kiss the ass of each of them, but
to kiss with as much flourish as Richard had.  Twelve-year-old William
Forsythe was just as proud as his older brother and even more humiliated
having to kiss another boy's ass, and like his older brother and many
others there, the homosexual implications of the act was not lost upon the
Second Class Scout.  His face flushed crimson with anger and humiliation,
he leaned forward as each boy bent before him, his eyes filled with hatred.
As each of the winning members, Joshua Aldin, Justin Fording and Brent
Brewster bent over to receive their kisses, knowing the prejudices and
attitudes of the three boys on their knees, they didn't feel sorry for the
losers in the slightest.
     Those keeping a running total of the scores for the events could not
safely predict an overall winner nor looser for the total six events, the
scores being that close to each other.  From their disastrous results,
everyone expected the Wolverines to lose the last event that had required
them to start a fire and melt a can of snow, and a low score would put them
close to the Arctic Fox at the bottom of the nine teams.  As for a winner,
the rest of the scout teams were only slightly ahead of the cub teams, and
the final result for the last event had been close for all of them.
     Everyone pressed forward and held their breath as they watched Matthew
fill in the scores for the final event.  Everyone received a four except
for two teams, the Wolverines receiving a one, even lower than everyone
expected, and to everyone's surprise the Snowshoe Hares of the cub team
receiving a perfect score of five.  The win came as a surprise to even them
as they hadn't won any of the previous events and their scores for most of
the Klondike race events had been in the mid range.  Even though it came as
a surprise and the final event had been remarkably close, nobody questioned
nor begrudged them their win as the surprised and excited cubs whooped and
jumped about in glee, undoubtedly the happiest of all the winners that
evening.
     It took them the full two minutes to come up with a punishment, and
when they announced the combined ideas of the two oldest members, that the
losing team stick a wiener in their assholes and then wiggle their butts
and sniff and lick the winners' balls like they were dogs, the entire room
broke up with laughter and resounding jeers as they looked at the losing
team.  Even more of a surprise than the Snowshoe Hares' win was that the
Wolverines made no effort to object, and Matthew Winsloe made no move to
disallow the punishment.  Having had a problem kissing the feet of their
fellow scouts, Kenji, Rowland and Wallace had an even greater issue with
sticking a boiled wiener up their asses and kissing the balls of three
preteen scouts.  By then they knew there was no point objecting however,
the punishment evidently being okayed by the senior and ranking scout and
wildly supported by the rest of the cubs and scouts.  They knew they could
protest once they got back home, which at that point in time they were
definite they would do even though it would be seen as squealing and would
put them out of favour with their fellow scouts, but that didn't mean much,
the three believing that they would be justified and knowing that they
weren't that well liked by the rest of the troop anyway.
     Needless to say, on the other hand seven-year-old Wolf Cub Rickey
Farnsworth, eight- year-old Bear Cub Lucas Spinner who had come up with the
wiener idea, and ten-year-old Webelos Mario Gonzalez who had come up with
the dog idea were ecstatic and practically delirious with joy as the three
scouts reluctantly and shamefacedly dropped their trousers and underwear.
Accepting the wieners without comment, they reached behind themselves and
slowly and awkwardly inserted them up their assholes to everyone's
amusement, and the amazement of the more innocent and the younger boys, all
of whom had heard and at times used the expression to "stick it up your
ass" themselves but had never seen nor expected to see it done.
     Mario, proudly dressed in his full Webelos uniform and sash displaying
his Webelos and nineteen activity badges and with his metal compass point
emblem attached to the button on his right pocket, stood before Rowland
Carter and dropped his trousers and boxers.  Knowing the opinion Rowland
had regarding Mexican-Americans being in the scouts, he looked down smugly
as the fourteen-year-old First Class Scout knelt there in his uniform with
his trousers and underwear pulled down and a wiener protruding out of his
asshole and sniffed his balls and ran his tongue over them as he wagged his
butt.  For Roland this was the ultimate indignity and he added the stinking
wetback and his two brothers to the list of those he was going to make pay
for his humiliation.  Beside him Kenji Nejrue sniffed Lucas's hairless
balls and licked them, causing the chubby young Bear Cub to pop a boner,
nobody aware that the bright, inquisitive eight-year- old spent his
after-school hours waiting for his parents to come home in boy-love chat
rooms and that already there was a growing collection of webcam shots of
him fiddling with himself and inserting objects up his rectum being swapped
on the Internet.
     Young seven-year-old Rickey Farnsworth, on the other hand, was a total
innocent.  With his curly golden-brown hair curled over his ears and across
his forehead, large chocolate brown eyes, and button nose, he not only
looked like a cherub but had the sweet, innocent personality of one also.
He had never heard of boy-love or gay chat rooms and as far as he knew the
sole purpose of having a penis was to pee with it.  As for the other two
things dangling between his legs he hadn't even had a name for them until
that moment.  Needless to say what they were doing was all bewildering and
new and just plain fun.