Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2008 15:33:14 -0500 (EST)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Toyboy and Lester folder: Lester Joins the Scouts 1

Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
the author's permission.

Please note: this story depicts pedophilia. If this offends you or is
illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18,
read no further.

Frankly, I do not know if this story is fact or fiction. I am reporting it
as it was told to me. The incidents certainly seem credible. However,
beyond that, any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Lester is excited about starting Scouting and has written me often lately
about it. In this rendition, I have taken the usual literary liberties but
the events are based on Lester's own accounts.

As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments
about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank
you.

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Lester had already known Warren for a few months. Warren was one of his
uncle's friends and when Lester visited his uncle during school vacations,
Warren sometimes came to the parties. Lester liked the taste of his cum,
liked the way his cock filled his tight little love tunnel, liked his
kisses. But most of all, Lester liked the way Warren treated him. Whether
he was talking to him or playing with him or just being next to him, Warren
seemed to know how to make a boy Lester's age happy.

At breakfast a few days after Christmas, 2007, Uncle told Lester Warren was
coming over that afternoon to visit and he was bringing someone with
him. Lester kept bugging Uncle for more information, but Uncle didn't want
to ruin the surprise. Lester asked if he had to put clothes on when they
came. He was used to Warren seeing him naked, but he didn't know about the
stranger. Uncle assured him he didn't have to wear clothes. So Lester
assumed it would be another man, like all the men who came to the parties.

When the doorbell rang, Lester opened the door. There standing beside
Warren was not another man but a boy the same age as Lester, 12. They came
in and the boy, Howie, lost no time ditching his own clothes. Uncle
suggested Lester take Howie upstairs to play with the Wii games he got for
Christmas. The two boys, butt naked, played for a few hours and talked.
Lester asked, "How do you know Warren?" and got the reply, "He's my
scoutmaster."

When the boys came back down, Lester learned more about Warren's troop. It
met every Friday night in a school not in Uncle's town, but near Lester's
home. Howie went on and on about the camping trips and the merit badges and
the games. He also explained that Warren was in charge of one of the
patrols, a group of scouts who enjoyed fucking as much as Lester. That was
the clincher. Lester wanted to join, which of course was what Warren was
hoping. Before the guests left that day, Lester and Howie sucked off both
men and got young boy chutes royally fucked.

Once back in his own home, Lester went about convincing his mother to let
him join the Boy Scouts. She knew its reputation as a fine organization and
knew it would be good for him to have more positive male role models in his
life. So she agreed.

On Friday, Jan. 4, Lester pedaled over to the school and went to his first
troop meeting. Warren was happy to see him. So was Howie. So were some
other kids he knew from school. The troop had four patrols and Warren
assigned him to the Cobra patrol; Lester was the seventh member. Some of
the other patrols complained they had fewer members, but Warren insisted.
Warren and the three assistant scoutmasters each had charge of one of the
patrols, and the Cobras were his and that's where he wanted Lester.

Of course, Lester already knew what a hunk Warren was; he was intimately
familiar with every inch of the man's well-toned bod. However, when he
first saw him in his spiffy Scoutmaster uniform, he realized again how
handsome he was. There was no comparison between Warren and his three
assistants, all middle aged and paunchy.

At the meeting, the patrols competed against each other in races and dodge
ball. Lester got his manual, an application, his scout badge and a
neckerchief slide. To build patrol spirit, each leader gives the scouts
matching slides. One leader gave his patrol the official slides from the
catalog. Another whittled slides for his patrol out of wood. A third wove a
turk's head knot for each of his patrol. But Warren's cobra patrol has a
plain metal ring for a slide. Unimpressive to the untrained eye; however,
Lester recognized the ring immediately as a cock ring. Warren created his
patrol from boys who enjoyed sex. And Lester fit right in.

The next day, Lester went over to Warren's house with his application all
filled out. Warren started teaching him the motto, oath, law, handshake,
salute, and how to tie a square knot. To finish this conference, they both
dropped their pants and demonstrated what a good Cobra Lester was going to
be. That afternoon, his mother took him to buy his uniform.

How proud Lester was when he appeared at January 11 meeting wearing his new
crisply ironed uniform with the new scout badge sewn on. He wanted so much
to emulate Warren in appearance. Of course it wasn't long before the
shirttail was hanging out of the disheveled pants as the troop did pushups,
pullups, situps, and a quarter mile run around the gym. The leaders made
notes on each boy's ability, and Lester was told he'd be tested again in a
month. He began working on achieving his tenderfoot rank. There were boys
in the troop who were only 11 who had already reached first class, so
Lester had some catching up to do. He also learned that the Cobra patrol
would be going camping the following weekend, even though it was the middle
of January on Long Island.

On the 12th, the Cobras all met at Warren's house for their biweekly
meeting. As usual, it is conducted with all the boys bare assed. They
practiced their knots by tying each other up. Lester learned to fold the
flag properly. Mostly, he learned more about his fellow Cobras. There was
Howie, of course, and another boy only 11. These three plus a thirteen year
old were all prepubescent. The other boys, 14, 15, 16 were well into
puberty and Lester admired their prodigious loads of cum. That afternoon
was the first time he had been fucked by anyone younger than 25. He learned
for Cobras the scout motto, "Be Prepared," included always having KY and
condoms ready. He figured he better stop by the drug store before the
camping trip.

That afternoon, his mother took him shopping for a warm sleeping bag,
messkit, flashlight, pocket knife, and other things on the camping list.

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I'm sure Lester will be writing me about the camping trip, so look for the
next installment. If you can't wait, you can write to him yourself,
littlelester1@mailcity.com. And of course, you can also write me,
herb_cat@mailcity.com