Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2008 23:03:31 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Brewsters Celebrate Boy Scouts  Day - Part 2/2" (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 2 OF 2

     In the excitement of the last event, everyone had forgotten about
adding up the scores to determine the overall winners and losers.  As the
six participants pulled their trousers and underwear back up, after the
Wolverines had, with much winkling of noses and "eewwwing" forced the
wieners back out of their rectums and disposed of them in handfuls of paper
napkins, everyone turned their attention back to the chart as Matthew
totalled up the scores for each group.  With their loss in the food-hanging
event and low marks for pulling their sled up the hill, for crossing the
gully, and for carrying one of their members on the sled, the Arctic Fox
ended up with the lowest score, just half a point below the Wolverines, and
to their embarrassment below the three cub teams, all three of which ended
up in the middle of the nine teams.  The winners were a surprise to
everyone.  Although they had lost the very first event of the day, the
snowshoe relay race, and had come in next to last in the seal relay event,
and although they had not won a single event in the Trek to the Klondike
competition, they had scored four out of five points for four of the events
and four and a half for the stretcher and food-hanging events.  The
consistency of the Penguins in the six Klondike events had paid off with
the highest total, beating out their closest competitors by one point.
They were just as surprised at their win as the Snowshoe Hares had been for
theirs, and the three boys whooped and pranced about just as loudly and as
proudly.
     They debated for less than a minute on the penalty the Arctic Fox
would have to pay.  None of them held the members of the losing team in
much regard.  Billy Hollis knew how the entire Carter family felt about him
and his family and about him being in the scouts.  With him and Richard
Carter both vying for the rank of Eagle Scout, Richard had never come out
directly and accused him of being gay or not worshipping God, but he'd
hinted about the possibility within hearing of the troop leaders and he
knew that it wasn't just because he was as intolerant as his father.  It
was a dirty, mean attempt to discredit him.  What made him even angrier was
that when it came to religion, he knew Richard was a righteous bigot and
didn't have a quarter of the faith and dedication he had for his own
religion.
     Bobby similarly knew that William Forsythe, like his older brother,
supported his uncle and cousin's viewpoint on excluding gays in the scout
movement, and he had made snide remarks numerous times and in his presence
about the sexual orientation of his older brothers Brent and Brett, which
of course the two would not have denied had he'd had the courage to ask
them directly.  He also knew that the Forsythes supported the Carters in
their prejudice against blacks and Mexicans.  Having friends of many
colours including blacks and Mexicans, and enjoying sex with other guys
like his three brothers did, he had no love for William Forsythe.  As for
Solomon Nejrue, Bobby knew his bullying was in retaliation to the prejudice
many had simply because of his black skin, but that didn't make it right.
Being in scouts had tempered his aggression and anger somewhat, but he
still acted as if the world owed him something because of the colour of his
skin which irritated a lot of people.  Both Bobby and his best friend Aaron
had experienced his chip on the shoulder attitude and bullying first hand
when they'd entered grade seven the previous year and Solomon had strutted
around as a junior high school senior.
     So, it was with a smirk of pure revenge that Billy Hollis announced
that the earlier events had gotten him feeling horny and that as his
punishment he wanted Richard Carter to get him off, leaving it up to him if
that was by giving him a blow job or bending over and getting screwed.
Bobby and Aaron said with impish grins that they were feeling the same and
left the same choices up to William and Solomon.  Needless to say the
entire group of boys went wild with the idea, not just because they held
little love for the three Arctic Fox but because what the Penguins were
suggesting was daring, vulgar and taboo.  Also needless to say, the Arctic
Fox objected strenuously to the punishment.  Having little sympathy for
them himself and knowing that the Penguins had the support of almost every
boy there, and that to rule against them would not make him very popular,
Matthew Winsloe again ruled in favour of the winning team even though he
knew the punishment was not in keeping with scouting beliefs and would
never had been proposed had there been adult supervisors present.  He knew
too that he was taking a big risk approving it.
     Richard Carter retorted adamantly that there was no way he'd do it and
that he'd be reporting Matthew's behaviour and that of all the others to
the head scoutmaster when he returned.  His declaration was followed with
immediate dead silence.  He looked around the picnic shelter in defiance
and anger, a smile curling his lips as he saw the guilt, fear and shock on
the faces around him.  He had them by the balls and he delighted in the
power he had over them and in the admiration he saw in the faces of the
other members of his team and in their brothers, all of whom felt as he
did.
     "Are you challenging the Camporee Leader?" asked Tyson Cobb, his voice
calm and quiet in contrast to Richard's as he slowly stood.  Although only
a Star Scout and outranked by six others at the outing, including Richard
himself, Tyson was highly respected and a natural leader, just as his
grandfather was.  Everyone knew the implications of challenging a senior
scout.
     "Are you challenging me?" Richard countered, himself a Life Scout and
of a higher rank than Tyson.
     "Just clarifying for everyone here," Tyson said, "for when we get back
and we're questioned about what went on this weekend."
     The others glanced nervously at each other.  They'd be asked about
more than just the challenge of Matthew's authority.  They'd be asked about
everything.  Although most of what they'd done was innocent fun, there were
a few of the punishments they were sure their supervisors would not see
with the same enlightenment as Matthew had.  One by one they turned their
attention to Richard.  Threatening to squeal to their adult supervisors on
what they'd done did not sit well with any of them.  There were whispers of
rat fink and squealer and suckhole as they fidgeted.  To Richard's
surprise, his fortunes had suddenly reversed.
     "Well, things needn't go beyond this camporee, if they don't have to,"
Richard said hesitantly, trying to find some negotiating room.  He was no
fool and knew he'd be making a lot of enemies if he went to the adults, and
that included his younger brother and his good friend Wallace Forsythe,
neither of whom would relish confessing to the adults that they'd dropped
their pants and stuck wieners up their butts and had licked the nuts of
three underage boys.
     "They don't have to," Tyson observed flatly.  The implication that
they didn't have to if the Arctic Fox simply did what they'd been
challenged to do didn't have to be said.
     "Hey, I really had you all going there for while, didn't I?" Richard
chuckled awkwardly.  "Of course I'm not challenging our Camporee Leader, or
going to go to the adults," he snorted as if they were fools to have
thought he'd do something like that.  "Now if it's a good fuck you're
looking for, then you picked the right man," he continued, looking at Billy
cockily and thinking as fast as he could as he unbuckled his trousers.
"Listen carefully and I'll give you a few hints for your first time taking
a woman up the ass."
     Several retorts came to Billy's mind, like asking Richard if having
sex with him would be that much like having sex with a woman, or telling
him that after Richard had sex with him Richard would never be satisfied
with a woman, but he wisely kept quiet.  He knew Richard was trying to save
face making as if it had all been a joke, and with the insinuation that he
preferred guys to women with the special emphasis he'd put on women.  He
also knew if he made any type of comment Richard would use it as an excuse
to back out and blame him, and he was not about to give him that chance.
     William Forsythe was another who hadn't been fooled by Richard's
bluster.  He knew exactly why he'd backed down and why he'd said what he'd
said, and he quickly followed suit to make the best out of an embarrassing
and humiliating situation himself.  Dropping to his knees in front of
Bobby, he asked if anyone had brought along a magnifying lens, to the
amusement of his older brother and close friends whose excessive laughter
was clearly forced.  Bobby immediately opened his mouth for a smart retort,
but the thirteen-year-old caught Billy's shake of the head not to.
Although to remain silent was exceedingly difficult for Bobby, he shut his
mouth.  He wasn't exactly sure of Billy's reasoning, but he figured he'd
show them anyway. Once he got a boner and they saw just how well hung he
was the joke would be on William.
     Solomon, bewildered by the sudden turn of events and blinded by his
feelings of oppression and prejudice, had no idea why his two partners had
given in so quickly and he felt a flare of anger with them for not having
left him any choice himself.  He could not very well refuse to accept the
punishment all on his own when his two teammates had agreed, and he knew
what people would think and what the chance of success was of a black Star
Scout challenging a white Eagle Scout if he were to carry out Richard's
threat.  Weighing which of his two alternatives was the lesser of the two
evils, he decided that having a dick up his ass was better than having it
in his mouth.  Besides, the thirteen-year-old second-class scout didn't
look like he had much between his legs.  He reluctantly began to unbuckle
his belt.  Having been the object of Solomon's jokes and putdowns on
numerous occasions being small and mild-mannered, Aaron really didn't care
if Solomon took his dick up his ass or in his mouth.  Either would be
demeaning.
     Comfortable with his nakedness, Billy had not bothered dressing after
their dash around the shelter in the snow.  Nor was the young Wiccan in any
doubt about his sexual prowess or self-conscious about engaging in sex
publically, having engaged in too many Wiccan orgies and naked ceremonies
to give it a second thought.  Telling Richard Carter to remove his trousers
and underwear completely instead of leaving them wrapped about his ankles
so he could spread his legs farther and open his hole wider so it wouldn't
hurt as much, he dropped to his knees and began to stroke his cock.  From
Billy's comments it was evident he knew what he was talking about and
Richard had a sinking feeling that it was Billy who was going to be giving
him some pointers about anal sex.  He was right of course.  Working up a
gob of spit, Billy drooled it over his index finger and spreading apart
Richard's ass cheeks with his other hand, he inserted the tip of his finger
in his pink pucker and thrust his finger forward.
     Richard inhaled sharply with pain and the unique experience of being
penetrated.  Billy could have been gentler and used more spit for lube but
he had no love for Richard and his attitudes, and it was time to make him
pay for the things he'd been saying behind his back.  He twisted his finger
about, loosening up the virgin hole and Richard grimaced with the pain and
humiliation.  While goosing Richard, Billy stroked his cock until he was
erect.  At five-foot-six and a hundred and twenty pounds, the
seventeen-year-old was short and thin for his age, but his body was all
sinew and muscle and he was not lacking in endowment, his hairy balls
large, pendulous and dark and his stiff cock slender but almost seven
inches in length from the base to the tip of his mushroom-shaped cap which
he now lubed with spit.
     Pulling apart Richard's ass cheeks and stretching open his asshole,
Billy positioned the tip of his cock against the reddened opening and began
to slowly press forward.  He was rock hard as only a seventeen-year-old boy
can be, and he had done this plenty of times, with boys and men, some more
experienced than he and others virgins.  He inhaled and exhaled deeply as
he pushed forward, bending over and whispering in Richard's ear to push out
with his abdomen like he was taking a shit.  Straining with the effort and
his anus being stretched open wider than it ever had in his life, Richard
did so willingly if it was going to lessen the pain and help Richard get
his dick up his ass.  He just wanted to get this over with.  He inhaled and
exhaled sharply, snorting like a stuffed pig as he felt Billy's knob
stretching his anus open wider and wider until finally he felt his knob pop
inside his rectum and his sphincter slip over the rim of his glans.
Inhaling deeply, Billy grasped the sixteen-year-old virgin Life Scout' hips
and eased his cock up his rectum until his hairs were pressing against the
gasping scout's naked ass.
     Bobby was also naked from their dash around the shelter and like Billy
also comfortable with his nakedness and having sex in front of others,
being by nature frank and extroverted, and like all thirteen-year-olds,
constantly horny.  He leered down at the fellow Second Class Scout fully
dressed in his khaki scouting uniform right down to his tie and cap as he
knelt before him and reluctantly reached out and raised his
partially-aroused dick.  From the disgust on his face he clearly did not
want to be doing this, which made it all the better.  Bobby loved cock
himself and loved humiliating pompous assholes like William and especially
forcing them to engage in things they put down others for doing.  Inhaling
deeply, William parted his lips and slipped his mouth over Bobby's dickhead
and began to suck.  Bobby immediately stiffened and he stood there in
delight as he concentrated on the thrills rippling through his
blood-engorged knob and up his shaft.  This was clearly William Forsythe's
first time from his awkwardness and sole focus on sucking, and that made it
all the hotter.  Glancing over at his best buddy, Aaron Porter, Bobby
winked and the two thirteen-year-old buddies grinned at each other.
      Aaron was naked like the other two members of his team, though not as
comfortable with his nudity as they were.  The thirteen-year-old Second
Class Scout had been introduced to the joys of sex by Aaron on President's
Day two years ago, and since then the two buddies had tried every form of
sex between two guys that they could think of to see what it was like.  Of
all the things they did together, Aaron preferred fucking ass, which was
good because Bobby's favourite was getting his ass fucked.  So, as Solomon
removed his trousers and underwear as Richard had done and knelt on the
floor and spread apart his legs, he had no idea that he was about to be
fucked by a pro even though the thirteen-year-old Second Class Scout was
two years his junior.
     As they watched Bobby, Aaron and Billy getting it on, the other
scouts, many standing there naked or in their underwear or with their loins
gird in only a hand towel, could not help feeling a stirring between their
legs.  They were, after all, healthy, red-blooded boys with raging hormones
and in most cases having no way to relieve the natural urges that came with
adolescence, most just at that age where making out with girls had become a
prime objective but none of them being in relationships that were close
enough to achieve that goal.  Even the oldest of those who were
heterosexual were not sexually active, either simply because of the lack of
opportunity or because of the moral upbringing of abstinence they and the
girls they tended to go out with had.  Many even did not seek satisfaction
by use of their hand or with a buddy because of their rigid upbringing and
the heavy guilt trip laid on them by their parents and ministers, besides a
naive unawareness that the temptation to do so was natural and common among
boys their age.  As for the younger scouts and the cubs, they were of an
age where neither girls nor sex had yet come of interest, and for some,
girls were even still considered pariahs.
     There were exceptions.  Benny could not just stand there and watch his
kid brother joyfully getting his dick sucked by a straight boy without
doing something.  "All right, party time!" he announced with a grin.
Glancing at his buddy Justin Fording standing beside him, Benny dropped to
his knees and took his naked buddy's dick in his mouth.  The two buddies
had begun messing around with each other almost from the first day they had
met, having the same healthy interest in sex.  Aroused by all the action
going on around him and finding no negative reaction to Benny's lewd act,
Justin guided Benny down to the floor beside Bobby and William and the two
fifteen-year-old First Class Scouts formed a sixty-nine position.  Pulling
down Benny's fly and undoing his belt, Justin pushed down his trousers and
his boxers and immediately went down on the semierect dick.
     "Looks like they're having fun," Charles Elwood observed.
Hero-worshipping the Brewster brothers, who had introduced him to the
pleasures of being a boy, he knew very well it was fun, but already the
grade five student knew the stigma associated with guys who messed around
with guys.  He knew it, but didn't understand the reason, and didn't agree
with it.  "Wanna try it?" he asked tentatively, glancing at his classmate
and fellow Webelos Scout, ten- year-old Mario Gonzalez, who was standing
beside him.  Having been called a greasy wetback and bean-eater at school
and in the park, Mario knew there were many who had the same attitude as
the Carters and the Forsythes that Mexican-Americans were dirty and
unworthy of being Scout members.  As a result he'd become particularly
hesitant to do anything that might draw attention to him or set him apart
from the "white" scouts.  He knew Charles didn't feel that way.  He'd never
have offered to mess around with him in front of everyone if he had.  Doing
what the others were doing, fitting in, was big motivation, and doing it
because Charles was a friend and dared to do something with him in front of
everyone was an even bigger one.  Besides, he was ten, and curious.
     "Sure," he said softly with a bashful grin.  The two boys lay on the
floor beside Benny and Justin.  Charles was still wearing his underwear and
after having gotten his balls sniffed and licked by Rowland, Mario had
chucked his trousers and just pulled up his briefs.  The two boys now
reached over and pushed down each other's tight whities, revealing their
smooth pubes and tiny balls and slender, limp dicklets.
     Noticing the look of bewilderment and hint of hurt at having been left
out on the face of their fellow Webelos Scout, nine-year-old Michael
Farnsworth, Charles looked up at him and offered with an encouraging smile,
"Let's all three do it."  Although he'd never heard of guys sucking each
other's dick before and the thought of putting a guy's dick in his mouth
was repugnant, Michael was more relieved being included by his two fellow
Webelos Scouts than he was apprehensive about trying it.  Charles had
engaged in a three-way blow job numerous times with the Brewster brothers
and he swung his feet away from Mario to make room for Michael.  As he got
in position, Charles nuzzled and mouthed Mario's limp, dusky sausage and
slipped his lips over it.  Being one of those who'd initially run around
the shelter naked, Michael had never put his clothes back on and Mario now
snuggled in closer and similarly mouthed his limp organ and worked it into
his mouth.  Hesitant and worried what it was going to taste like and his
heart speeding up in his chest, Michael cautiously slipped his lips about
Charles' limp cocklet, completing the daisy chain.
     Thirteen-year-old Joshua Aldin, whose father was the cub scoutmaster
and one of Crestview's grade four teachers, had first sixty-nined with his
older brother on Boxing Day when his brother was sixteen just over two
years ago, and was finding the sight of his fellow scouts sucking each
other highly erotic.  Desperate to find a partner before he popped a boner,
a problem that happened several times a day to the young teen and that
would be particularly embarrassing in that at the moment he was only
wearing a brief hand towel, he looked about frantically for a partner,
hesitant to openly engage in sex with another guy despite his desperation
and knowing the pleasure.  Seeing the panic and desperation in the boy's
eyes and knowing how he was feeling, Brent Brewster approached him.  "So
what do you say, teammate?  Want to join a fellow monkey for some moneky
fun?"
     "Sure," Joshua replied quickly in relief.  Brent was one of the
kindest and most patient of the senior scouts and everyone liked him.
There couldn't be a better partner in the room.
     Brent reached over and untied Joshua's towel and letting it drop to
the floor, he reached over and fondled the rapidly growing flesh and
Joshua's tender, dangling balls.  Having removed his trousers and drawn up
his boxers after the Arctic Fox had kissed his ass, Brent's arousal was
evident, especially considering that like all the Brewster males he was
exceptionally hung.  Joshua eagerly slipped his hand inside the open fly
and fondled the seventeen-year-old Life Scout's large, sweaty balls and
then slipping his fingers about the rapidly swelling cock, which caused it
to swell even faster, drew it out.  By then the naked thirteen-year-old was
fully erect and squirming with delight as Brent gently and expertly stroked
his aching cock.  As Joshua began to stroke Brent's prick, pulling the
foreskin up over his knob and then slowly pulling it back to expose his
mushroom-shaped head, it was evident that Joshua knew how to handle cock
also.
     "If you want, I can suck it off for you," Bent offered, whispering in
Joshua's ear.  "I think you'll like it," he continued, unaware of Joshua's
sexual experience, "and it'll make up for dumping you in the snow back
there in the gully."  He'd felt particularly bad about the accident,
especially in that the snow had been particularly deep and slushy and
Joshua had gotten soaked, along with his bedroll and the contents of his
backpack.
     "If you really want to make it up for me, do me up the butt," Joshua
whispered back with a shy smile, risking the chance that the rumours about
Brent and Billy Hollis being lovers were true and that the two did each
other that way.
     Brent snorted in surprise.  He'd felt sorry for Joshua standing there
about to pop a boner in front of everyone and had figured he'd come to his
rescue and maybe engage him in a mutual jerking off, figuring that would be
safe and that there was a good chance that even a school teacher's son
would have engaged in that solitary pleasure.  Having noticed the
thirteen-year- old's interest in the daisy chain beside them, he'd decided
to make the offer to suck him off, figuring introducing the boy to
receiving oral sex would do no harm.  A good scout was helpful and kind
after all.  Joshua's counterproposal that he do it up his butt was a total
surprise.  It also revealed his innocence regarding how difficult and
painful that could be given the dick he was presently wanking was seven and
a half inches long and almost three fingers thick.
     "I'm not sure you want me to do that," Brent replied with a smile.
"That could prove painful considering my size, especially for a virgin."
     "It's bigger than my brother's or my dad's," Joshua admitted, looking
up at Brent innocently, "but I'm no virgin.  I'd like to try yours."
     Brent snorted again.  He knew he shouldn't be surprised.  It just went
to show how common guys messing around with other guys, and brothers with
brothers, was, and that sex between fathers and sons could be found in any
social strata, even teachers.  Nodding for Joshua to follow him, Brent
headed to the wall where they'd stacked their backpacks and finding his and
fishing around inside, he took out a tube of lube that he'd brought just
incase he and Billy had an opportunity.  A good scout was prepared after
all, and he was close to achieving Eagle rank.  The thirteen-year-old
Second Class Scout grinned and quickly turned and bent over and spread
apart his legs.  Lubing up his middle finger, Brent carefully inserted it
and finger-fucked the eager, happy thirteen-year-old for a minute, and then
lubing up his long, thick prod he placed the tip against the boy's
quivering pucker and grasping his hips, slowly pushed forward.  Joshua
immediately pushed out, opening his anus as wide as he could, and despite
the breadth of his knob, Brent found penetrating the boy was not that
difficult.  As he slowly sank his long, thick cock up the boy's hot, moist
rectum, he wrapped his arms about his slender, smooth body and young Joshua
sighed in total delight.
     Matthew Winsloe glanced around at the developing orgy in surprise.  He
had been getting it on with his uncle Charles ever since his uncle had
engaged in a wild orgy on Veteran's Day a little over two years ago, thanks
to a keg of beer laced with several dozen Viagra tablets and a punch bowl
spiked with several packets of Spanish Fly that had seen the local scouts
and cadets giving the war veterans a day none of them would ever forget.
He had come down with a cold and had been unable to participate on that day
but he'd heard all about it from his fellow scouts, and it had been a few
weeks later while visiting his uncle that his uncle had made vague
references to it and that had subsequently resulted in his uncle making a
pass at him and the until then totally straight youngster had succumbed out
of curiosity and out of respect for his uncle.  Even with his knowledge and
experience, what was presently happening came as a surprise to him.
     He had been raised to be open minded and tolerant, both of his parents
having a university education and having travelled not just across the
country but overseas besides.  He knew that the scouts had to get on with
the times if they were going to remain relevant, something that they were
already doing with the introduction of more modern and relevant badges and
uniforms and scouting programs that reflected today's society and interests
of youth, not those of Lord Baden-Powell ninety years ago.  Knowing first
hand the pleasures of both gay sex and sex between teenagers and adults,
and between uncle and nephew, he found laws against such pleasures absurd,
and the BSA decision not to allow gay scouts and leaders into the
organization contrary to the beliefs the scouts were supposedly to uphold.
     He also knew that as the senior ranking scout and the Camporee Leader
of this winter outing that others were looking to him for what they should
do.  On the one side were the Carters and Forsythes and their followers
like the Nejrue boys who held traditional and intolerant views, views that
he himself was not in agreement with.  On the other side were those with
very liberal attitudes, the Brewsters, whom many suspected were gay, or at
least bi, the Farnsworths, who had three grandsons here on the winter
outing, and the Hollis's, who were rumoured to not even be Christian.  Most
of the others were in the middle, having no strong views one way or the
other, and there were always those like Eric Maartens, who like his father,
would side with whichever group they felt was the winning side.  At the
moment thirteen of the twenty-eight cubs and scouts from both sides were
sexually involved and the rest were looking on in bewilderment and
confusion and looking to him for some direction.  This type of situation
wasn't covered in the Scouting manual.
     Sixteen-year-old Star Scout Tyson Cobb, named after his
seventy-seven-year-old grandfather who had been scout master for three
generations of boys and still was though nowadays he left most of the
physically-demanding responsibilities to several assistant scoutmasters,
also saw that the BSA had to wake up to the realities of today's world or
movements like Scouting For All would continue to fracture the organization
and drive away perfectly good scouts and scout leaders.  With all the other
alternative groups seeking the attention of boys and funding, he shared his
grandfather's fear that the boy scouts in Crestview Heights could collapse.
Unlike his grandfather who thought that the gay orientation issue was just
a big city matter, he knew it was an issue across the country and from the
largest metropolises to the smallest villages.  Though he himself didn't
know anyone who was gay and could not see why any guy would want to have
sex with another guy or how he could find pleasure in performing such
disgusting acts as putting your penis up another guy's butt or taking it in
your mouth, he didn't hold their preference against them and thought it was
wrong for others to do so.
     It had been for that reason that the Star Scout was working especially
hard on achieving Life Scout with the goal of reaching Eagle Scout.  Not
only was achieving Eagle Scout a worthy goal within itself on a personal
basis, but he knew that having such a position would give him more
influence in what was happening and was going to happen in the local troop.
Richard Carter and William Forsythe already had Life rank, and Richard was
working on his Eagle requirements.  He did not want the likes of them to
take over leadership once Matthew and the older scouts, like the Brewster
twins, were gone, and he feared what would happen to the local troop if
they did.
     Watching the orgy developing around him and the fidgeting of the rest
of the scouts and cubs and having sensed the tension and animosity that had
been growing between the two camps throughout that day, Tyson found himself
in several quandaries.  Although Matthew was senior scout and in charge
this weekend, and though there were five Life Scouts at the camporee, Tyson
felt a responsibility to take on a leadership role, not just to ensure the
group didn't break up into two rival, warring camps, but also to serve as a
role model for the younger and lower level scouts at this unexpected turn
of events.  That was his nature, and how he had been raised.  He felt he
had to be doing something even though it was not his place given his rank
and position.  Besides, there was also the reputation and honour of his
family name to uphold.  It was something his grandfather would have
expected of him, but at the same time a scout was expected to be loyal to
his leaders.
     The other quandary was that if he believed in the Scouting principles
of honesty and tolerance, he should be siding with the Brewster and Hollis
side, but that meant engaging in something he knew nothing about and that
he found morally offensive and physically distasteful, something his
upbringing, his church, and his training in the scouts told him was morally
and legally wrong.  It was easy to take the higher road of tolerance and
righteousness on a theoretical level, but quite a different matter when it
came to real-life practice and one had to put into action what one
preached.
     There was still a third quandary.  Whichever group he sided with, he
would be taking a big risk.  James Forsythe was a major financial backer of
the local troop and there was no question how he and his two nephews on
this winter outing felt about gay sex.  Condoning what was going on could
ultimately result in the withdrawal of his backing, something his
grandfather had feared two years ago.  On the other hand the other major
financial backer, Henry Farnsworth, was much more liberal in attitude on
matters such as sexual orientation and Tyson didn't want to do anything
that might jeopardize his support either.  At the same time, he had three
young, innocent grandchildren attending this camporee, and how he'd feel
about them being exposed to gay sex and possibly even engaging in it Tyson
had no idea.  If he were truly liberal, he would not mind, but on the other
hand they were only seven, ten and eleven.
     Seeing Matthew stepping toward Brett Brewster, and aware of the
rumours that Brett and a handsome young Thai immigrant, Cam Souyong, were
lovers, Tyson made a decision.  Brett smiled as he saw the two Scouts
approach.  They were either coming to him for advice, to seek his help in
stopping what was beginning to escalate, or to join in the fun with him as
a partner.  Neither had, to his knowledge, ever had a gay experience, but
he knew both were liberal when it came to matters such as gay orientation,
and he placed his bet they were coming to him for the third reason.  That
would be wicked.  Not only would it be an excellent opportunity to further
their enlightenment, but it would be an opportunity for him to engage in
some hot sex with two of the handsomest, best-built studs at Crestview
Heights High School.  Although he and Cam were in a relationship, they both
had an understanding when it came to such opportunities.
     "Winsloe, you really know how to throw one wicked camporee," he said
with a wide grin, figuring it best to take the initiative incase he was
wrong about their intentions.  "I don't know how you managed it, but this
is exactly what this troop needs right now to bring it together."  Matthew
opened his mouth to say that he had nothing to do with initiating what was
happening, but before he could speak Brett wrapped his arms about him and
gave him a long, hot kiss.  "And, Cobb, putting Richard Carter in his
place, that was absolutely brilliant!  You really saved the day!" he
continued, wrapping an arm about him and giving the rugged, muscular,
sixteen- year-old a kiss also as Matthew stood there in slack-jawed
surprise.  He and his uncle had done a lot of things, but kissing was not
one of them.  As for Tyson, he hadn't even kissed a girl yet.
     Brett wasted no time.  He was hot, and he knew the element of surprise
was working in his favour.  Pulling Tyson's shirt out of his pants, he
slipped his hands underneath and reached up and caressed his chest.  It was
broad and muscular, and developing a nice mat of hair.  Smiling at Matthew
as he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, Brett slipped his right
hand out from under Tyson's shirt and grabbing Matthew to them by his tie,
he gave him another kiss and began to unbutton his shirt.
     Having weighed the pros and cons, Matthew had in fact decided on the
side of honesty, trustworthiness, concern about others, and respecting and
understanding others' differences, solid scouting beliefs, and had figured
he could best be a role model by being open about his own sexual
orientation, and of all of those still not sexually involved he figured
Brett was the safest one to come out with.  He hadn't expected him to react
so decisively and so suddenly before he had the opportunity to reveal his
orientation.  Tyson, having interpreted Matthew's action at least partially
correctly, had based his decision on the same principles as Matthew had,
but like Matthew, he had not expected Brett Brewster to come on as strong
as he had.  He was not disappointed.  He had a lot to learn about gays.
     Brett of course was skilled at what he was doing, and it did not take
him long to get the two boys feeling horny.  He soon had their shirts off
and their nipples hard and fully aroused, and by the time he got them out
of their pants and underwear all three of them were erect and aching to
relieve the burning itch causing their dickheads to ache.  Having noticed
his twin brother earlier, Brett availed himself of Brent's lube and greased
up Matthew's stiff cock and Matthew, to Brett's surprise, greased up his
asshole and rectum with a gentleness and skill that could only mean he'd
been wrong about the seventeen-year-old Eagle Scout having never had sex
with a guy before.  The two boys dropped to their knees and Matthew soon
had his six-inches up Brett's hot, moist rectum.  As he began to thrust his
cock in and out of the seventeen-year-old's ass, Brett leaned forward and
went down on Tyson's long, impressive cock, taking in all six and a half
inches of it.  Still savouring his first mouth to mouth kiss with a guy,
Tyson stood there in surprise at the way his cock was throbbing as the
seventeen-year-old Life Scout deep throated him.
     Seeing the senior scouts all eagerly and happily participating in the
sexual romp and the dark scowls on the faces of the remaining seniors,
Rowland Carter and Wallace Forsythe, fifteen year old Star Scout Eric
Maartens knew which was the winning side and which side he'd rather be
with.  Besides, he knew which side his older, snobbish, pretentious brother
would choose and typically he selected the other side to distance himself
from him.  Glancing around to see who was not yet occupied, he found other
than Wallace and Rolland, there was nobody else close to his age, and he
certainly was not about to approach those two given their scowls and
knowing how they felt about gay sex.  Stepping over to the threesome formed
by Brett, Tyson, and Matthew, he knelt down and took the knob of Brett's
impressive seven and a half inch cock in his mouth and began to suck.  If
you were going to suck up to someone, it might as well be someone who had
influence.  As for Brett, he and his three brothers had daydreams about
engaging in sex with the handsome Dutch stud for years and Brett resolved
to make the straight boy's first gay experience one that would ensure he
would be back for more.  Running his fingers along Eric's thigh, he gently
massaged the tubular bulge he encountered for a minute before continuing on
up and pulling down the Star Scout's fly.
     With all the dick action going on around them, the six-year-old Tiger
Cubs, Davey Kleinsauser and Samuel Peppin, and the two seven-year-old Wolf
Cubs, Rickey Farnsworth and Alex Garner, stood there staring with wide-eyed
wonder, none of them having ever even heard of guys doing what they were
doing.  Glancing at Samuel shyly, Davey asked if he wanted to try
something, and happily agreed when Samuel asked if he wanted to try sucking
each other's dink.  The two Wolf cubs on the other hand were intrigued by
the scouts screwing each other and decided to try poking each other's butt.
Seeing the younger cubs pushing down their trousers and underwear,
eight-year-olds Emiliano Gonzalez, who'd chosen to remain naked after his
romp around the shelter, and chubby Lucas Spinner, self-conscious about his
weight and fully clothed, decided to try sixty-nining, Lucas already
knowing from boylove chat rooms and encouragement from men and teens he'd
met on the Internet the pleasure he could give himself inserting things up
his butt and wanting to try something he could not do by himself.
     Seeing his youngest brother slipping his lips about his buddy's limp
dick while his buddy began to suck on his, and his brother Mario squirming
with pleasure as he too sucked and was sucked, thirteen-year-old Second
Class Scout Juan Gonzalez looked about for a partner and seeing
eleven-year-old Tender Scout Ryan Farnsworth alone he approached the
younger boy.  "So, you wanna do something?" he asked awkwardly,
uncomfortable and unfamiliar with what was going on but not wanting to be
left out.
     "Sure," Ryan responded with a shrug, feeling just as awkward.
     "What you wanna do?"
     "I dunno, what do you wanna do?"
     "Don't matter.  I've never done nothing like this."
     "Me neither."
     "Did you see Brent and Matthew and Tyson kissing?" Mario asked.  If he
was going to do something, it might as well be something practical, and
beginning to be interested in girls, he was worried about looking like a
fool in his first kiss.
     "Yeah," Ryan responded with a grin.  He'd never heard of guys kissing
before and they looked like they'd really enjoyed it.
     The two scouts slipped an arm about each other and tentatively kissed.
Finding it awkward but not that unpleasant, they kissed a second and third
time, for practice.  Their lips were smooth and their breaths smelled of
Mars Bars.  Copying the older scouts, they pulled each other's
badge-festooned shirt out of their trousers and unbuttoned them and
caressed each other's smooth chest and small, tender nipples.  To their
surprise they found the kissing and the caressing sending ripples of
arousal through their sensitive nipples and through their limp but slowly
swelling dicks.  Curious, they continued to kiss and caress as they reached
down and unzipped each other's fly.  Slipping their fingers in through the
openings of their trousers and underwear, they wrapped them around the
smooth, warm, swelling flesh excitedly.
     Sixteen-year-old Life Scout Wallace Forsythe looked around in
disbelief and disgust.  Was everyone in the entire scout troop and cub den
a faggot?  He glanced over at his two teammates who were surveying the
tangle of naked and half-naked scouts and cubs with equal surprise and
disdain.  Their eyes met and a thought flashed through each of their minds
and was quickly rejected.  They might be the only three left not engaged in
some sexual activity, but there was no way they were going to have sex with
each other.  The second thought was for the three of them to do nothing,
which would make them the only three of the entire group not having sex,
which did not sit well with them either.  As adverse as they were to mess
around with another guy, just the thought of it giving them gooseflesh and
causing their stomachs to churn with nausea, being the odd men out was even
worse.  Spotting Bobby getting head from his younger brother William,
Wallace smiled as a brilliant and wicked idea struck him.  Pushing down and
stepping out of his trousers and boxers, he walked over to the two of them
and knelt down behind Bobby and began to stroke himself.  He would avenge
his brother, and indirectly pay back Brett Brewster, by plowing the ass of
his smart-mouth thirteen-year-old brother.  That was just another of a
string of mistakes he'd made that weekend.  Although Bobby didn't like the
Forsythes, he didn't see getting his ass fucked by one of them as
humiliating nor an insult.  He loved cock, any cock, and he loved getting
his ass fucked.  So, as he felt Wallace's swollen knob poking his backside,
he eagerly opened up to him.
     Fourteen-year-old First Class Scout Rowland Carter was surprised by
Wallace's action and for a moment bewildered, but seeing the leer on
Wallace's face as he prepared to sink his dick up the youngest Brewster's
ass, his reasoning slowly dawned on him.  It was brilliant.  He quickly
looked about the room, searching particularly for a member of the Marten
team or one of the Gonzalez brothers he could seek his revenge on.
Spotting Billy Hollis who was fucking his older brother Richard, he decided
he would be even better.  Like Wallace, he would be seeking revenge for his
brother who had been coerced into giving Billy head, and at the same time
get back at Brent Brewster by having his supposed faggot lover suck his
cock.  Chucking his trousers and boxers also, he walked over to the
seventeen-year-old Life Scout and smugly wagged his limp cock in his face
as he looked down on him.  Although he was not a cock hound like Bobby and
he knew perfectly well why Roland had chosen him, Billy didn't take it as
being derogatory as he went down on Rowland's limp cock.  The pompous
homophobic asshole would be unable to deny the pleasure he felt engaging in
a sexual act with a guy by the time he was done with him.
     Kenji Nejrue was at first perplexed by the action of his two teammates
also until he realized their motives.  Uncertain whom he should approach,
he glanced around uncertainly, finally deciding on Aaron Porter who was
fucking his older brother Solomon.  Like his two partners, he figured by
making the thirteen-year-old white boy suck his black cock he'd avenge the
humiliation his brother was enduring.  Unfortunately for him, the horny
thirteen-year-old Second Class Scout missed his intention and found the
idea of sucking the younger brother of the one sucking him erotic as he
slipped his lips over the boy's limp, black cock and began to suck.
     Anticipating everyone would be cold and soaked by the end of the
afternoon, the senior scouts had built up the fire in the wood stove in the
picnic shelter.  Combined with the natural heat of twenty-eight vibrant,
young bodies, the air was stifling, and now accented by their physical
exertion and their hot, hormone-laden blood coursing through their veins,
the air was heavy and humid.  As they thrust their hips and bobbed their
heads faster and faster as the pressure in their loins increased, the boys,
naked and half-naked, began to perspire.  As they concentrated on the
pleasure throbbing between their legs and on satisfying that burning itch
encircling their dickheads, the crowded shelter was filled with the
slurping sounds of sucking cock and the slucking, flapping sound of lubed,
stiff cocks pumping in and out of hot, moist rectums and heavy, laboured
breathing as the fully-charged boys sucked in the moist air heavy with the
scent of boy and cock.
     As one by one the senior scouts gasped and groaned and clutched their
partners, the nutty fragrance of fresh cum was added to the mix of sweat
and cock and sucked in the lungs of the squirming, gasping teens and
preteens.  The dizzy pleasure of shooting off a load up a hot, moist rectum
was familiar to the likes of Billy Hollis, Brent Brewster, Matthew Winsloe
and Aaron Porter and they grasped the buttocks of their partners tightly as
they shoved their spurting, burning cocks deep up their assholes, Brent and
Matthew hoping that their partners were enjoying it as much as they were,
Billy and Aaron focussing solely on their own pleasure as they filled the
assholes of the two unwilling straight scouts they had screwed, but also
delighted by the squirming of the recipients of their cum and knowing the
demeaned straight boys could not deny the pleasure they were feeling
getting fucked.
     For Bobby Brewster and Joshua Aldin getting a shot of hot cum up the
ass was a familiar experience also and the two young scouts quivered with
delight, Bobby squealing and spasming with a powerful dry orgasm, the
result of being screwed by Wallace Forsythe and having his slender dick
sucked by Wallace's brother William, his delight evident to the two
frustrated brothers who had been intent on humiliating and getting even
with him.  Joshua, on the other hand, delirious with delight having Brent's
monster cock up his rectum and the seventeen-year- old filling him with his
hot stuff, quivered violently as he shot off, the thirteen-year-old Second
Class Scout's slender cock jerking wildly and spraying the floor and anyone
nearby with his thin, watery cum, as much to Brent's delight as it was to
Joshua's.
     Benny Brewster and his best buddy Justin Fording had sucked each other
off hundreds of times but as the two fifteen-year-old First Class Scouts
exploded in each other's mouth it was just as good as the very first time
they'd ever done it.  They quivered and arched their backs with the
pleasure throbbing through their groins as they spurted out their thick,
delicious seed, and they gulped down each other's creamy offering eagerly,
delighting in their partner's climax as much as their own.  Drinking a load
of cum was no new experience for Billy Hollis either as he swallowed the
load of Rowland Carter, the fourteen-year-old First Class Scout quivering
and swaying weak-kneed as he shot off his load, marvelling at how hot he'd
gotten and how powerfully he'd shot, thanks to Billy's expertise, which was
particularly troubling for the young homophobe and delightfully enjoyable
for Billy.
     It was not Brett's first experience having his senses and his mind
assaulted from all sides with four-way sex either.  The seventeen-year-old
Life Scout quivered as he felt Matthew Winsloe filling his ass with his hot
load of cum, followed seconds later by sixteen-year-old Tyson Cobb filling
his mouth with his hot, tart slime.  Contracting his anus and milking out
Matthew's cum, he eagerly sucked the thick, creamy marrow from Tyson's bone
and swallowed it as he felt his own nuts constrict and he shot out a thick,
copious load into the puckered mouth of handsome, young Eric Maartin, the
white-blond fifteen-year-old Star Scout arching his back and his dark
eyebrows while he too shot off a load, his cum shooting up into the air and
falling back down and over the knuckles of Brett's jerk-off hand.  It was
the most powerful ejaculation the young fifteen-year-old had ever had, and
in the future his jerkoff sessions fantasizing about big-boobed Ashley
Whitford would be replaced with the unique pleasure of sucking and being
jerked off by Brett Brewster.  Having had sex with the handsome, blond twin
would certainly be on the minds of Tyson Cobb and Matthew Winsloe in future
jerk off sessions also, as would the sight of the three handsome, senior
scouts locked in a climatic embrace as their thick cocks throbbed out the
last of their cum be on the minds of dozens of other scouts and cubs.
     For the straight boys Wallace Forsythe and Juan Gonzalez getting off
up another boy's ass was a totally new and bewildering experience and they
quivered and sighed with the unique pleasure as they filled the rectums of
their respective partners.  Both were surprised at just how pleasant it
was, which was particularly vexing for a homophobe like Wallace who felt
Bobby Brewster's hot, moist rectum constricting and tightly squeezing his
stiff, aching cock with evident delight.  Despite himself, Wallace found
himself sighing with pleasure, which to his dismay, did not go by unnoticed
by his partner.  For Juan, getting a load off up young eleven- year-old
Ryan Farnsworth's tight bubble butt was far better than any jerk off
session he'd ever had in the solitude of his bedroom, and he delighted in
the feeling of the young boy's hot, moist ass clasping his aching dick much
as he'd imagined a cunt would.
     Having figured having Billy Hollis stick his dick up his shit hole
would be the dirtier and more unpleasant act for Billy, Richard Carter was
dismayed at the evident delight with which Billy climaxed.  Having a charge
of hot, thick cum spurting up his asshole was a new experience for him and
one which brought mixed feelings.  To his dismay Billy had clearly enjoyed
it, and between the massage of his prostate by Billy's cockhead and feeling
himself being filled with hot cum, the sixteen-year-old Life Scout found
himself shooting a thick, copious load of cum with more power and pleasure
than the straight teen had ever shot before.  Not only that, Billy had made
him squirm and buck like a woman in the end, and the son of a bitch knew
it.
     While the older scouts knew what was going on with their bodies, that
was not the case for many of the younger ones.  Eleven-year-old Tenderscout
Kenji Nejrue had no idea what was happening to him and was regretting his
decision as he felt his stiff dicklet go numb.  Getting his dick sucked was
an unnatural act, and he was beginning to worry that instead of getting
even with Aaron Porter by having him suck his cock, Aaron was doing him
harm and he didn't know how to end it.  As he was struggling if he should
stop the teenage scout, he suddenly he felt a twitch deep in his groin and
an electric shock shoot up his stiff cocklet as he experienced his first
ever orgasm.  His balls, drawn up tight below his dick, drew up even
tighter as they tried desperately to squirt out the cum that they were not
yet mature enough to produce and his legs quivered and jerked
uncontrollably.  Gasping with a combination of fear, wonder and physical
pleasure, he didn't know what to think.  Never had he experienced anything
like this.
     Kenji was not alone.  Of the three Webelos Cub Scouts, Charles Elwood,
Michael Farnsworth, and Mario Gonzalez, only Charles knew what was
happening and what to expect.  All three were madly sucking on each other's
slender, velvety cocklet and bobbing their heads, delighting in the
tingling pleasure the mouth sucking their own little cocklet was bringing
them and wanting to bring to same pleasure to their fellow scout.
Michael's and Mario's little dicklets were stiff and aching like they'd
never felt them ache before, an ache that was both pleasant and
frightening, a pleasure they wanted to continue but which frightened them
at the same time.  Then, almost simultaneously, their little, stiff
cocklets went numb and tingling, a feeling much like when their arm or leg
went to sleep, and then just as suddenly they felt a shock rip up the core
of their cocklets from their groins, a burning sensation like they were
pissing.  Their legs spasmed uncontrollably and they trembled with their
first orgasms.  Chucky, having been introduced to the mysterious pleasure
several years ago by the Brewster brothers, quivered with the familiar
delight, a delight made even more pleasurable knowing Michael and Mario
were experiencing it for the first time.  Being part of their first time
made him feel incredibly good.
     Nearby, six-year-olds blond, blue-eyed Davey Kleinsauser and doe-eyed
Samuel Peppin and eight-year-olds swarthy Emiliano Gonzalez and chubby
Lucas Spinner, locked in two hot sixty-nine pairs, were experiencing the
same awesome and frighting pleasure for the first time also.  Although they
had fiddled with themselves before, Davey and Lucas had never gone so far
as to create the sensations they were presently feeling.  As all four
jerked uncontrollably like four fingerlings out of water, they marvelled at
the weird feelings between their legs and found still one more reason to be
grateful they were boys and cubs.
     Beside them seven-year-olds Rickey Farnsworth and his buddy Alex
Garner were feeling the same as they trembled with their first orgasms.
Rickey, with his slender cocklet throbbing up his buddy's tight asshole,
grasped his buddy's hips tightly, his curly, golden-brown hair plastered to
his head with sweat and a smile of pure delight and wonder on his cherubic
face.  Alex, who until that afternoon had only had pee-hards first thing in
the morning, knelt there with his little dicklet grasped in Rickey's hand
and throbbing and burning delightfully.  Having discovered the pleasure two
boys can bring each other firsthand, and having observed the variety of
other ways two buddies can pleasure each other, they were certain to
experience that awesome feeling many times in the future.
     Swarthy Juan Gonzalez and eleven-year-old Ryan Farnsworth were in the
same position, Juan rapidly thrusting his hips to and fro and driving his
slender, bean-brown cock in and out of Ryan's pink bubble butt while he
furiously wanked on the younger boy's slender, blood- engorged dicklet.
Juan, who at the age of thirteen already was well aware of the pleasure he
could bring himself with his hand, was amazed how much better it felt
working his aching early- teen cock in and out of another boy's hot, moist
asshole.  Panting deeply with exertion and lust, the young Mexican-American
closed his eyes in delight as he felt the familiar pressure reach its peak
in his loins and as his young, cum-filled nuts contracted.  As he shot his
hot, young-teen load up the tight butt of young Ryan Farnsworth, the
eleven-year-old clenched his teeth and the opening of his swollen penis as
he tried desperately to stop from peeing as he felt the familiar pressure
in his loins and the beginning of the burning sensation passing up the core
of his stiff cocklet, too embarrassed to tell Juan what he was about to do.
To his dismay no matter how hard he clenched shut his peehole he could not
hold it back, and as he looked down, to his surprise a thin, watery, white
fluid came spurting out of his little cocklet.  He stared down at his
spurting little cocklet with a mixture of relief, amazement, wonder and
delight.  Although the youngster had fiddled with himself hundreds of times
as he drifted off to sleep, never had he gone so far as to have an orgasm,
dry or wet.  He inhaled deeply, savouring the fragrance of his first nut,
and he clamped his cum-filled butt down tightly around Juan's slender,
throbbing cock as his own cock throbbed delightfully in Juan's hand and his
first cum oozed down over the boy's swarthy fingers.
     The picnic shelter was filled with the heavy, laboured breathing of
twenty-eight flushed, satisfied boys, their cocks stiff and throbbing,
their balls drawn up tightly, many of them sticky with cum, theirs and
their partner's.  A cold wind picked up outside, swirling the snow around
the shelter as a full, silver moon shown down through the pines.  This was
going to be one winter camporee they would never forget, and the evening
had just begun.