Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2006 18:10:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions - Chapter 1
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Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions - Chapter 1
by Dennis B.
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SCOUT CAMPOUT QUALIFYING COMPETITIONS
by Dennis B.
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David Thornton, 21, Scoutmaster
SCOUTS
Tim Larsdon, 14
Terry Dalisle, 14
Michael Roberts, 14
Kyle McCovey, 13
Adam Drist, 14
BROTHERS OF SCOUTS
Robby Larsdon, 12
Jonathan Roberts, 15
Peter Drist, 16
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CHAPTER 1
Thirteen-year-old Kyle McCovey was the last candidate I
interviewed for Eagle Scout Qualifying Competition before
beginning our secret campout activities.
Kyle and I had been talking privately about adolescent
development, masturbation, and sexual experimenting between
boys.
"Kyle--you were chosen because we believe you like boys. I
think you know what I mean."
When I said 'we,' I referred to a secret committee composed
of me and two other Scoutmasters.
"Yeah," he said, blushing and fidgeting, "I figured it was
something like that."
Since Kyle had the least sexual experience of the five
Eagle Scout candidates, I had to go easy on him.
"Good. Although our campouts and activities are not
official Scout functions, the competitions are a way for
interested candidates for Eagle Scout to have some secret fun
and sex with each other during a series of campouts.
"When we get back from camp, you'll still need to obtain
the official merit badges and other work before you can move up
to Eagle Scout. I can approve you for out secret fun campouts
if you're interested."
I enjoyed watching Kyle squirm while trying to conceal the
bulge in his shorts.
"Um . . . yeah--I . . . I'm interested," the blond, blue-
eyed boy said, face crimson as he looked down at the floor.
Of course, our secret committee had researched all the boys
very well, so there was little doubt that Kyle would be eager
to join us. Without that research, I would be taking a great
risk being so forthright about our activities.
"Okay, Kyle--are you saying you'll join us and have sex
with the other boys?"
"All of them?" he said, too embarrassed to look at me.
"No, but at least three out of the four others. Look, if
you're embarrassed, it might help you to feel more comfortable
if I tell you I think all five of you are hot."
"Really?" he said, smiling and finally looking me in the
eye.
"Yes," I said firmly. "And I heard a few of the others say
they thought you were hot, yourself."
"Wow," he said, grinning ear to ear now--that special smile
boys get when something you say tickles them--a look that
bubbles up from their toes and comes out as an irrepressible
smile accompanied by a charming adolescent blush. "Yeah, I
would do that."
"All right. You're almost in! Now stand up," I said,
knowing Kyle was still erect. "I need to test you out, so to
speak, before approving you."
"Stand up? Um--like, right NOW?"
Kyle's look of panic was enchanting.
"Yes--NOW. I realize I'm an adult--barely, I'm only
twenty-one--but if you can't be comfortable with your erection,
Kyle, with just the two of us, I'd have to wonder if you could
feel free to be naked with the other Scouts in our group, not
to mention have sex with them. Proving yourself to me by
standing is one step toward final approval."
Kyle stood slowly, his hand moving toward his crotch.
"No touching or adjusting," I said, enjoying his discomfort
and the immediate withdrawal of his hand. "No bending over to
hide it, either, Kyle."
The boy began to tremble, having been made to stand up
straight with his 13-year-old boner greatly tenting his shorts.
"That's good. Very good, Kyle. Now talk about your
penis."
"Oh, God! Talk about my . . . my p--my dick?"
"Yes."
"Um," the red-faced boy began, not knowing what to say.
"How does it feel?"
"How does it feel?" he said, shifting his weight nervously
from one foot to the other. "It feels hard . . . and, like
it's stuck and I wanna move it so it's not sticking straight
out."
"Good, Kyle. Now why is it hard?"
"Ah . . . well . . . I don't--"
"Why does any boy's penis get hard?"
"I guess . . . because he's horny?"
"Right."
"Oh. I'm--I'm horny, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Well, no . . . okay, I'm horny," he said definitively.
"Very good. Now, take it out for me."
"Ah, geez, Mr. Thornton, I don't know if I ca--"
"Would you be more willing if I brought the other four boys
in, so you could show it to THEM?"
"N-not really," he said, reaching for his zipper.
I sat back in silence, watching the boy struggle with
himself, slowly lowering the zipper and finally reaching
within.
"Um," he said, hesitating, then thought better of it as he
pulled out his erection with great reverence.
It never failed that the boy always looked down at his
organ at this point in the interview, while cupping it in his
hands solemnly.
"Do not try to cover yourself," I said to him. I had been
watching, amused, as Kyle's hands went from his sides to his
penis, hesitated there, then went back to his sides--like he
couldn't make up his mind whether to hide it from me.
"Sorry," he said, blushing profusely now, his hands
reluctantly coming away from his hard boyhood treasure.
"You're thirteen," I said, knowing his age from the file,
and noting the size of his penis. Kyle's innocent look and
good slender build aroused me--in addition to his charming,
throbbing erection.
"Yeah, I skipped a year," he said, explaining why he was in
ninth grade at the age of 13.
"You certainly didn't miss a year of sexual development," I
said, admiring the erection. "That looks at least five
inches."
"Yeah . . . I think it is."
"The other Scouts in our group are between four-and-a-half
and six--except for Peter Drist, who's sixteen, and almost
seven inches."
"Peter--he's ADAM'S brother?" Kyle said, eyes widening.
"You like Peter, I take it."
"Yeah--he's tall, and I can tell he shaves."
It was captivating to see Kyle's embarrassment as he
realized how enthusiastically he spoke of the good-looking
teen.
"I think Peter is rather cute, myself," I said, hoping this
would relax Kyle, along with my slouch which revealed a nice
lump in my shorts.
"Cute? He's . . . um, I mean, he's sorta hot."
I had a feeling my obvious erection had a calming effect on
Kyle, probably because he felt less alone that way--as much as
a boy could with his erection exposed while mine was clothed.
"Don't you mean totally hot?"
"Yeah," Kyle said, grinning while he stole glances at my
apparent excitement. "How do you know their sizes?"
"I measured them."
"Oh," he said with a gentle blush.
"Okay, Kyle--please masturbate now."
"You want me to . . . jerk off?"
"Well--don't come, but yes, stroke it like you usually do."
"Oh, man--I don't know if . . . okay," Kyle said, grasping
his hardness and stroking madly, his fully blushed face
enticing.
After about fifteen seconds, I feared the boy would come,
and stopped him.
"Uh! Geez--I was getting--"
"Yes, I could tell," I said, grinning at the panting boy.
"It's time for me to measure it."
"Oh--does that mean . . . you hafta touch it?"
"Do you object?"
"Well--no, but--"
"It's all right. I've done this to all the others. It
might hurt when I press it down to get the ruler on it."
I did exactly that, and Kyle groaned a bit with the slight
pain. His penis throbbed nicely, reacting to my touch.
"Mmm," I said, smiling, "a little wet here."
"Sorry," Kyle said, blushing fiercely.
"No problem. I like pre-cum, and it can't hurt the plastic
ruler. "Five and a half inches. Impressive, Kyle."
I had to restrain myself from sucking the cute 13-year-old
with an erection the size of a 14 or 15-year-old.
"Is that it?"
"Yes."
"Did I pass? Am I approved?"
"You're definitely in, Kyle."
"Cool."
"You can put that away and hitch everything up now. I'll
ask you some things, then we'll go back out there."
"I'm still hard, though," Kyle said anxiously.
"Afraid the others will see it and say something to
embarrass you?"
"Yeah."
"You needn't worry. They'll all be hard as rocks."
"How can you be sure?"
"They all took this," I said, showing him a small pill.
"What is it?"
"It's a male stimulant. Makes your penis stay hard for
hours and boosts your sex drive dramatically. Not that you
need a boost." I grinned cordially at the boy.
"But it'd be fun to see how it--I mean, if it's okay for me
to take it."
"It's more than okay. You can have up to two a day during
our campouts--spaced at least twelve hours apart."
I chuckled to myself at Kyle's eagerness as he took the
potent sexual-enhancement pill.
"A few more questions--can you suck yourself?"
"No, but Adam Drist can," Kyle said, blushing at his
unintentional revelation.
"Well, lucky HIM," I said, trying to alleviate Kyle's
embarrassment while blushing, myself. "Kyle--do you have any
sexual experience with boys?"
"Um, well," he said, with much less of a blush this time,
"I jacked off with a boy . . . and we tried to suck each
other."
I assumed Adam Drist was that boy.
"Okay. It'll help if you know how to give a blow job."
"Oh," he said very softly, his face going purple.
"First of all, teeth hurt, so cover your teeth with your
lips--like this," I said, showing him. "It helps to press your
tongue up against the shaft and wiggle it to give your partner
more pleasure. And don't put very much suction on the other
boy's penis or it will hurt. . . . Oh yes," I said smiling,
"enjoy yourself."
"I will, Mister Thornton."
"Call me Dave."
As I had expected, Kyle still seemed nervous--so, the
surprise I had waiting for him would be perfect to help break
the tension.
"Okay, Dave," Kyle said as I stood up, ready to end the
interview.
"Oh, Kyle--you DO know the merit badges you'll need to
earn?"
"Um, no--I didn't . . . no one told me about that."
"Well," I said, sitting down again, "let me list them for
you. There'll be more time later to explain them in detail."
"Okay," he said, brimming with excitement.
"We'll decide later on the order you'll do these.
"The first is your Masturbation merit badge. That includes
doing it yourself as well as to another boy.
"Then there's Oral Sex--pretty self explanatory.
"The Bottom merit badge means you're on the receiving end
of a fucking--you understand what that is?"
"Oh . . . yes." Now Kyle was back to his more intense
blushes, and his hands clenched nervously.
"Next is the Top merit badge--you demonstrate your skill at
fucking another boy."
"Demonstrate?"
"Yes. You do ALL of these in front of a Scoutmaster--me or
one of the others--so you can be judged on your proficiency."
"I have to have sex with someone watching?" he said, wide-
eyed and red-faced as ever.
"Don't worry. By then, you'll feel good about that.
"Next we have Self-Pleasuring--a bit different from the
Masturbation merit badge. Yes, you'll jerk off, but you'll be
using what we call 'toys' to stimulate yourself, and you'll
have a partner assisting you with the toys.
"A related merit badge is Teasing. That's where you
stimulate a boy and make his desire to come build to a maximum
point.
"Last but not least, there's the Discipline merit badge."
"Discipline?"
"Yes. More about that later. And we'll have lots of
competitions, too--jerking off contests, oral sex, fucking--
almost anything you can think of. Right now, I think your four
fellow future Eagle Scouts are out there waiting for you."
"They ARE?"
"Yes. Peek through the curtain and look out."
I knew exactly what Kyle would see--four, very horny and
erect Eagle Scouts-to-be, standing in a line, slowly stroking
themselves, waiting for Kyle.
"Oh, God! They're all jerking off! . . . Ah! That stuff
you gave me is working!"
"Working?"
"I'm so HARD," Kyle said, squeezing the end of his boner.
"Does it feel good?"
"Yeah."
"Get out there, tiger--and have fun! But not TOO much fun.
No one is allowed to come yet."
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