Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2003 11:18:38 -0500
From: Ryan Scott <ryanscott@mail.com>
Subject: Scouting for Friends Part 2

Scouting for friends
Part 2

Everything in the following story is based on actual events, this story
contains sexual situations between boys. The same old rules apply, if you
shouldn't be reading this, then don't.

Part 2 is good on it's own, but some of the characters were introduced in
part 1, so you might want to read it first. Hope you enjoy the story. Let
me know what you think.


The Characters

Ryan 		Age 14,		That's me, the Author, The voice of reason.
Justin 		Age 14,		The Scoutmasters son, and basically a natural leader
Todd      	Age 13,		A close friend of mine, and the class clown
George 		Age 14,		Mostly a trouble maker, Loved to cause conflicts
Darrin 		Age 12, 		My good friend, Justin B. is his Idol
Chad		Age 12,		A good kid, but a little crazy, loves getting attention
David 		Age 11,		Introverted, but hung in there and changed.
Rob        	Age 11,		A good kid, always trying to impress.
Evan 		Age 11,		Momas boy, Had to learn the politics of scouting.
Mike 		Age 11,		a poor kid, greasy hair, thinks he is tuff
Mr. B		Age 42,	 	baby boomer, Great sense of humor, Tuff love.
Mr. P		Age 43,		Down to earth, laid back. Well liked

The politics of Scouting part 2

We were going on a 4-day weekend trip to a Boy Scout camp. The camp was not
running because this was a fall trip, but they still allowed troops to use
the cabins during the winter months. This camp had large cabins with
kitchens and a big bunkroom with Steal bunk beds.  There was a large living
room with a fireplace on the other end of the cabin. The Adults would sleep
in there so they could get away from all of the noise in the bunkroom at
night.  There was a door in the bunkroom that led outside to an outhouse.
The cabins were far enough spaced out so that you would have to walk about
a quarter mile to get to another cabin. Woods surrounded the area and we
were on the outside parameter of the camp.

There were about 15 boys on this trip, and Justin and George had already
made some plans for a night out. They had asked Todd and me for 5 dollars
so they could get some alcohol for the trip. (In case you don't remember
Todd, I mentioned him in the begining of part 1. He is my best friend.)
This was not something that was common. It was the first time anyone had
suggested doing such a thing.  I'm not one to turn down something that
sounds fun though. We were always finding some new ways to push the
limits. By now, all 4 of us were smoking cigarettes.  It was a common
practice for us to slip away on a trip to catch a smoke. Even when we were
on long hikes we would fall back once in a wile to smoke. I'm sure that all
of the scoutmasters knew what we were doing, Mr. B. would never let on that
he knew, but Mr. P. had caught us on more than one occasion when he was
sneaking out for a smoke himself. He just told us not to get the younger
kids into it.

We had been on many cabin trips before this one. Most trips were in tents,
only about 2 trips a year were in a cabin. I enjoyed the cabin trips
because most of the time it was just our troop and we would get more free
time. We spent a good part of the day cooking meals and working on badges,
but when all was done, we would get some free time to do what ever we
wanted to do. We had been to this place before and we always tried to get
the same cabin. When we arrived at the camp we all got settled in and found
our bunks.  The older guys claimed the corner, then we moved the bunks to
form a square and made it off limits to any of the younger guys. This was a
common practice and the younger guys knew better than to break any of the
rules set by the older guys, especially George. George was a hell
raiser. His soul mission in life was to make every younger scout fear
him. He was very good at it. George's #1 rule was; "If you tell on me, You
die."  Me or any other of the older guys in the troop could have kicked
this punk's ass, and he knew it, so he didn't mess with us.  But he did
have a few followers when it came to scaring the young guys. George was
only tuff when he had someone backing him up. He was a real tuff guy until
someone stood up to him, but some how he managed to find big friends that
would stand up for him. Most of his friends were from the high school
soccer team. He was a real pretty boy with a big shot attitude, a jock
without the muscles. George and Justin were friends from the time they were
5 years old. Usually when George started something, Justin would back him
up. Justin probably was the most fearless, and he would fight anyone. He
had everyone's respect in the troop and everyone liked him. The Best
description I could give you of him is he kind of looked and dressed like
Kurt Cobain. Now don't get me wrong, he was nothing like Kurt Cobain, he
just looked like him. He had a way of taming his image in school and He and
George were both A students, but outside of school, you would never guess
he was an A student. George looked the part, but Justin didn't.  He was a
fair person most of the time, but when George got started, things could get
out of control.  There was this one new kid in the troop. His name was
Evan. He was 11.  A little puny kid, He was scared to death of George, but
he would rat out George every chance he could get. This infuriated George
and George wanted a piece of him. George was hot on the trail of Evan and
just waiting for the right opportunity to catch him.

The drive to the camp had taken a good part of the day, but we all got a
chance to go out and play before bedtime. I had found a new toy and now all
of my friends had one on this trip. It was called a pee shooter. The 4 of
us had each bought 2 bags of dried peas before the trip. The only other
requirement was an aluminum arrow shaft with the ends sawed off.  We were
having a great time. If you take a mouth full of peas you can shoot them
like a machine gun.  We were having an all out war out side.  I know you
are thinking, "where is the supervision?" but this was a new troop and
there were only three adults on this trip. Mr. B. was in charge, and he was
pretty cool about letting things slide until they got out of control. At
this point though, they didn't know about the pee shooters.  Anyway, we
were having a blast; these things really sting when you get hit. It was
every man for himself. Every time I got hit, I got my revenge. The other
kids were outside playing, and becoming targets if the got to close to us.
The next thing I know, I hear Evan screaming.  George had a hold of Evan's
jacket and Evan had the fear of god in his eyes.

"COME HERE YOU LITTLE PUSSY!" George said with an evil look

Evan pulled with all his might to get away from George and in doing so, he
ripped the shoulder out of his jacket. He ran strait to Mr. B. and ratted
on George.  Mr. B. called us in and told George he would have kitchen clean
up in the morning. George was seeing red, and Evan was in for some trouble.

As everyone started to get settled in for the night, There would always be
a couple kids that couldn't hold out until bedtime. If you went to sleep
early around this bunch, you'd better be a light sleeper.  Mike was among
the few kids that went to sleep a little earlier.  While we were all
discussing what we would do to him, Mr. B. Called for lights out. Now when
Mr. B. called for lights out, he meant it. Even though the adults were in
another room on the other side of the cabin, If he got disturbed enough
during the night, he would take it out on someone.  So what ever we had
planned for Mike better be quiet.  We retreated to our corner so all the
rest of the guys would get settled down.  We had set up a table in the
middle of our four bunks, while all of the kids went bed, We took out a
deck of cards and a small battery lantern and started to play cards.  Of
course we invited Darrin into our group, he had the radio.  Darrin had
joined the troop about six months ago, The first time I saw him I knew we
were going to be friends. He was Beautiful.  Dark Brown hair, Blue eyes and
Dark tanned skin with dark freckles. I was the Senior Patrol Leader at the
Time, so I had free rain at the meetings. I immediately went up to him and
told him if he needed anything I would be glad to help him out.  We had
become pretty close friends in a short time.  I knew this trip was coming,
and I was hoping this might be the trip I would get a chance to get close
to him. Anyway, We were aloud to bring one radio on our trips. Darrin had
an outstanding radio, and it had become a ritual that Darrin was the one
that would bring the radio. Mr. B. agreed to it as long as he could use it
in the kitchen wile meals where being prepared.  Darrin put in Van Halen 1
and turned the volume down really low and we started dealing the
cards. Someone broke out the snacks and we were having a little party.  It
wasn't long until Justin spoke up in sort of a loud whisper,

"ROBBERTS, GET OVER HERE!" He was calling Rob Robert's, Rob was tall for
his age, probably about 5-10, Blond and Blue, but like a skinny bean pole,
There was a wrestling coming from the other side of the room and Rob came
running over.

"PICK THAT UP", Justin said as he pointed to some crumbs and wrappers on
the floor. Rob would never once say no.

"ROBBERTS, TAKE OF MY SHOES", George ordered,

"ROBBERTS", "MAKE MY BUNK" and on and on and on.

He really did love the attention. They would give him charley horses and
punch his arms, but he would never complain, he would just make these goofy
faces and flinch every time they made a fist.  I think he is the only kid I
ever saw that acted like that.  Most of the other kids would lose there
cool at some point, and that was mostly the idea, to see where the line
was.  I think that was really the whole point of an initiation. Initiation
basic meaning is that any new scout had to go through some sort of torture
that the older guys would think of.  This could be anything and it also
could be a series of things.  Depending on the scout and how well he could
take it. Initiations would progressively get worse until everyone was
satisfied that the new guy had paid his dues.  It would not end until a
breaking point was found, or the kid stood up to the older guys. Ether way,
that would usually end their initiation. Needless to say Rob's initiation
lasted over a year because there was no line with him. Even though Rob was
kind of an outsider to our little group. The guys did like him and they let
him stay in and play cards with us occasionally punching him in the arm or
leg. He would wince even when the punches didn't connect. He knew to be
quiet, so he just held his breath in pain occasionally letting out sighs of
pain and grabbing the spot were he was just punched.

After about an hour most of the other kids where asleep. We where ready for
their prank on Mike, and the six of us made our way over to his bunk. There
are many pranks that are past down though the generations in the scouts,
and this was one of them. As Mike was sleeping in on a bottom bunk, there
were about six of us and we quietly snuck up on him. George had a tube of
shampoo and poured it into both of Mike's hands as he was sleeping. Then
Justin took a straw and started lightly touching his face with it.  The
idea is to get the guy that is sleeping to think that it is a fly so he
will try to swat it off his face, and it worked. He swatted his face
spreading shampoo all over the side of his face. We all held in our laughs
the best we could. Then Justin started to tickle his nose with the straw,
he lifted his hand and grabbed his nose smearing shampoo all over his nose
and mouth, and he subconsciously started licking his lips.  We were all
laughing so hard that we had to run away from his bunk so we could let our
laughs out. We heard a loud yell from the other side of the cabin.

"GO TO SLEEP!" It was Mr. B. the scoutmaster.

 We all shushed each other and then made our way back to Mike. George had
another idea in mind for Mike; Mike had spread out a canvas air mattress on
his bunk, so the springs would not bother him. George suggested that all
six of us lift Mike by the corners of the mattress and carefully carry him
out to the outhouse and leave him on the ground. We all agreed. We gathered
around him so that each of us could take a corner and two would take the
middle. We started to lift him.  We almost had him off the bunk when all of
a sudden; George yanked his corner as hard as he could, the force of his
pull made the mattress come out of everyone's hands and he fell about 3 ft
to the concrete floor. We all ran out the back door as fast as we could. It
was the middle of the night and we didn't want to get caught. As I was
running, I could hear mike yelling,

"I'M BLEEDING, I'M BLEEDING!"  He was not really bleeding; he could feel
the shampoo on his face. In the dark, he though it was blood. I never ran
so fast in my life, I was running at top speed across the camp. I forgot
that there was a clothesline in front of the cabin. It caught me right
under my left eye, and the next thing I knew I was about 6 ft in the air
with my feet above my head. I slammed down really hard, but my adrenaline
was pumping so hard that I got back up and started running again.  We all
stopped and decided we should go back to the cabin and take our
punishment. When we got back, all the kids were up and making a lot of
noise.  Mr. B. and the other scoutmasters walked into the bunkroom.

"I WANT TO SEE THE PATROL LEADERS NOW!!! Yelled Mr. B. Of course us being
the older guys, we were the patrol leaders, so we walked to the center of
the bunkroom and stood in front of Mr. B.

"GET DOWN AND GIVE ME 100 NOW!! Wile we were doing our push ups,
Mr. B. continued,

"EVERY TIME WE GET WOKEN UP, YOU'RE GOING TO BE OUT HERE DOING THIS AGAIN!

 We did as many push ups as we could, then we were told to go back to
bed. A lot of the kids were still talking, Justin yelled out to them,

 "GO BACK TO BED!" We went back to our corner and settled in for the
night. We were glad that Mike had kept his mouth shut, and we all went to
sleep.

This Cabin had one great feature. At Night it would get so dark in the
bunkroom that you literally could not see your hand in front of your
face. I knew this was my chance to check out Darrin. Darrin actually ended
up pretty far away from where I was sleeping, but I didn't care I had been
dying for a chance to get close to him. This was the best chance I've had,
I usually ended up pairing up with Todd, David, or Chad when we went on
tent trips, so this was my best chance, I had memorized his location in the
light. There were about 30 steel bunk beds in this room and he was on the
other side of the room from me. There were a lot of kids in this room, but
I had been waiting a long time to check out Darrin. I Just had to do it. I
had a light on my watch and so about one in the morning I got out of my
bunk, as soon as I stood up my heart started to race. I started to make my
way to Darrin I was actually using the light on my watch to see where I
was. I found him; He was in the top bunk, I ran my hand over his sleeping
bag and found that he was lying on his back. It took me a couple minutes to
find the zipper on the sleeping bag.  I zipped it down about half way and
slid my hand in. He had on a tee shirt and sweat pants, and it was very
warm in his bag. I started to get pretty nervous, I had to pause, I was
shaking and my mouth was getting dry. I took a deep swallow. Then I ran my
hand over his chest and stomach making my way to his waistband.  Then his
beautiful smell hit me. I don't know what it was about Darrin, but he just
had this natural smell that drove me nuts every time he got close to
me. It's sort of like a soapy smell mixed with his own pubescent scent, and
with me in this position, just the smell alone was almost enough to make me
shoot my load. I regained my senses and I began to slide my hand under his
sweats.  Wow, nice! It was hard and 5 inches or more and Cool! he had pubic
hair, Wow! I wasn't expecting that! I was checking him out for a good 30
seconds when I felt him start to sit up. Shit! I dropped to the floor and
rolled under the bunk. I was frickin shaking so bad that I was almost
convulsing. I stayed there about a half-hour and then made my way back to
my bunk. That was enough of that! I had done what I set out to do.

In the morning, Justin, George, Todd, and me were the first ones up.  The
older scouts knew that if they wanted to use the water pump in the kitchen,
they had to use it before breakfast got started.  Mr. B. was already there
with a wash cloth wiping himself down.  The showers in the camp were shut
down for the winter, so this was the best we could do for a bath. Someone
would put their head under the spout and someone else would pump water on
their head.  We all had our turn, and headed back into the bunkroom for a
change of clothes.  Being dirty on one of these trips was something that
was really looked down upon by everyone in the troop, and trust me, some
kids were very dirty.  It was a sure way to get on the receiving end of
jokes, and that was probably why Mike became our target yesterday.  Most of
the younger kids were still in bed, and it was time for Todd to do his
yearly initiation for some lucky kid. This was one practiced as ritual buy
Todd.  One thing you should know about Todd is that he could fart on
command. This kid farted more than anyone I ever met, and it was always
followed by a loud chuckle. At the time Todd and me were best friends, and
he was fun to be around. He also had this thing for mooning people all the
time, so much so that one time we got in trouble by the police for
mooning. Man was that embarrassing for me, but that is another
story. Anyway, Todd had to initiate every new scout that came into the
troop when we did this yearly trip. It was the funniest thing in the world
to witness, and I did many times.  So needless to say, someone had to be
picked as the target. Today it was going to be Rob Roberts.  Everyone was
careful not to wake him up and Todd slowly climbed on his bunk.  Rob's
whole body was in the sleeping bag except his face. Todd maneuvered himself
so his butt was right above his face and Justin through a couple pieces of
rope over his sleeping back. George, Justin and me waited for Todd's
command. He said,

 "NOW!"

We pulled the ropes down so Rob couldn't move and Todd stuck the crack of
his ass right on Rob's nose and started ripping some loud farts.  Rob
started yelling, but Todd's ass was muffling him. Then Todd started
laughing so hard that in-between each chuckle there was fart after fart
coming out on Rob's nose.  I have to say Rob is a good sport. He took it
like a man. He knew if he didn't fight it, it would end quicker so he just
took it.  I know, your thinking, "how cruel", but seeing that kid struggle
and Todd laughing his head off and the more he laughed the more he
farted. It was the funniest thing in the world.

After breakfast, There was a 10-mile hike planed for hiking merit
badge. George Justin, Todd, and me had already fulfilled the
requirement. And lucky for Evan, he had some kind of medical excuse not to
go.  Mr. B. said we could stay with Evan.  I don't know what he was
thinking. He knew he could trust me, but there was no way I could control
Justin and George.  Maybe he was getting tired of Evan ratting on George.
Anyway, things got brutal really fast probably a lot worst than
Mr. B. could have imagined.  I did the best I could to make sure Evan
didn't get hurt, and things probably would have been worst if I wasn't
there, but after about a half hour, when Justin was sure his father wasn't
coming back. George grabbed Evan and told Justin to get some rope.  Justin
got a rope about 40 feet long and though it over the log rafters in the
ceiling. It had to be a good 20-ft high. Then while George was holding him,
Justin tied Evan around his ankles. Justin got his adrenaline pumping, and
he looked like a psycho that was going to commit murder. Then they pulled
Evan up to the ceiling hanging up side down. George yells up to him,

"ARE YOU EVER GOING TO TELL ON ME AGAIN?"

Evan cries, "NO!"

Then Justin dropped him and let him fall about 15 feet and stopped him
about 3 ft from the floor.  George says,

"WILL YOU EVER TELL ON US AGAIN?"

Now Evan is crying, "N-N-NO!!!" they pulled him up to the ceiling again.

 Todd and I were just spectators, but I was starting to feel pretty bad for
Evan. I know better than to jump in front of Justin when he gets going, but
I had to try,

 "Come on guys, He's had enough" They ignored me dropping him again. He
stopped 2 ft from the floor.  Now he is crying his eyes out,

 "I WON'T TELL, I WON'T TELL, PLEEEEEEASE!!!"

 I stepped in again, I got in Justin's face and gave him a serious look

"JUSTIN!" I saw his eye's shift off of Evan and he looked at me, "He's had
enough"

 Justin let him down to the floor and George took the ropes off.  George
said,

"Put him in the closet" They walked him to the closet and put him inside.
Evan was just happy he was back on his feet and I was too.  I'll tell you
this much; he never ratted on anyone after that day.

While Evan sat in the closet, we all plotted how we would sneak out that
night to go drinking. George pulled out the bottle and showed Todd and
I. It was Jack Daniels. The bottle was only about half the size of a 2
liter bottle of soda, and I wondered how that would get the four of us
drunk, but I wasn't going to say anything because this was all new to
me. After about an hour they let Evan out of the closet.  George asked him
if he was going to tell. Of course he said no.  Justin went and made sure
that Evan was settled down and that he was okay, In the heat of the moment
Justin can get wild, but he is very rational once he gets past his
adrenaline rush. He really did look like a mad man when he was lashing
Evan's feet. When he gets going on an impulse there is no stopping him.  I
wanted to say more to Evan, but he really did put himself in that
situation. He was a pretty good kid, but he really did snitch way too much.

It was about another hour when the troop came back and we started getting
ready for lunch.  After lunch, Justin, Todd, George, and me were asked to
each take some of the younger kids and work on their requirements for tote
and chip.  That is basically a license to carry a knife and use an axe and
a permit for building fires.  So for the next couple of hours we were
chopping wood and building fires.

After dinner we had free time again.  Tonight we were playing Jailbreak.
As we started discussing our plans I heard David and Chad arguing on the
other side of the room. Chad was at a point where he would do anything to
be accepted by Justin and all the older guys. So since George's new target
was David, Chad joined in on the David bashing,

 "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU JERK OFF!" David Said.

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT!" Chad shouted back.

Well, it was one thing for George to mess with David, but David wasn't
going to take it from Chad.  David had taken enough. So David shoved Chad
and Chad started swinging, there was a circle formed around them very
quickly with everyone cheering them on. It only lasted about 30 seconds,
but the next thing I know they are laying for the floor and I hear Chad
yelling at the top of his lungs,

"GET HIM OFF!!, GET HIM OFF!!" David had bitten Chad's leg, and he wasn't
going to let go.

Chad was lying on the floor shuddering from the pain and screaming,

"GET HIM OFF OF ME!!!, AAAHHHH, GET HIM OFF!!"

I worked my way over to David as fast as I could, Justin was already
yelling at him to let go, but he wasn't listening. I got up next to his ear
and in a very gentle way I said,

"David, Let him go" and he did.

George and Justin picked Chad up and took him over to a chair.  Justin
rolled up Chad's pant leg and WOW! Holly shit!!, you could see David's
whole dental record in Chad's leg. I mean even David's back teeth.  George
chimed in,

 "David, you're a little prick! what a Pussy"

Justin stepped in and took control, if this wasn't defused fast, there was
going to be trouble.

"Shut Up George" Said Justin "Chad let me see your leg",

 If Justin didn't back him, George would back right down.  He took a look
at Chad's leg and there was no skin broke. We got them settled down without
getting the scoutmasters involved, and then we went out to play jailbreak.

I don't care what anyone thinks, Jailbreak is a great game, and this was a
great place to play. For those who don't know, Jailbreak is like team hide
and seek. One team hides and the other teem searches. There is a jail for
anyone who is caught and tagged, but if anyone on the hiding team can get
to the jail and tag one of there own teammates, they can run and hide
again.

At this place there were natural boundaries, four roads that intersected
around a wooded field. The field was about the same size as a football
field.  It would be Justin, Todd, George, Darrin, David, Chad, and me
against the rest of the guys.  We let them hide first, because we are
skilled players.  We had learnt that using red lenses on our flashlights
enabled us to see much better when searching. So we all had angled army
flashlights with red lenses just for this game.  It took us about 20
minutes to find them and catch them. Now it was our turn to hide.  I
normally have an all black baseball cap and a black jacket that I where for
this game. I find a tree that has a good vantagepoint and sit with my back
against it. I put the hat on backwards and keep my head against the tree.
If you stay tight against the tree, from a distance it looks like you are
part of the tree. Chad was laying about 10 feet from me in a ditch. The
most important thing in this game is not to move until you know you are
seen. Sometimes people will walk inches from you and not see you. From
where I was I could see the flashlights coming towards me.  They started
getting close and I told Chad not to move. They stepped in the ditch right
next to Chad's head. and continued towards me.  When they were about 5 feet
from me, I knew it was time to make my move. I shot like a cannon into the
woods, they all started chasing me. I ran about 100 feet and dropped to the
ground next to a fallen tree.  I scooted really tight against it. And they
came running, 3 of them jumped over me and the 4th one stepped on my chest
and kept on running.  Damn I love this game, someone stepped on me and
still didn't see me.  Well, as usual, we waited about a half-hour then we
gave up. They almost never find any of us. But it won't be to long until
they start getting better.

We headed back to the cabin, and we broke out the playing cards, and I got
out Jenga, and we went to the kitchen to get settled down before
bedtime. In case you don't know, Jenga is a store bought game that is
blocks of wood stacked into a tower, and the object is to pull a block off
the bottom and put it on top until someone make the tower collapse.  We had
a great game going with Justin, Mr. B., Mr. P, and me. Every so often, we
would switch players and play poker for a wile. Slowly the younger guys
started getting tiered and went to bed. Then about 11, we all went to bed.
I zonked out pretty fast, but not for long, I felt my foot being shook, and
I looked up and saw Todd, George, and Justin. I had almost forgotten our
plans.

"Ryan, are you up" Justin said.  With that, I got up and put on my shoes
and my jacket and then we started out the door and down the slope in the
back. We went down the trail and it ran out to the highway.  On the other
side of the high way there was a deep ditch so we all ran into it and laid
on our backs side by side on the steep bank.  It was a good place, know one
could see us there.  I have to admit I was a little nervous, I had never
even drank a beer before.  So I had no Idea what I was in for. George
pulled out a one-liter bottle of Jack Daniels. I though to myself, "that
little bottle won't get us drunk." Boy was I wrong. I drank it like it was
soda, even though it was burning on the way down. We past it back and
fourth until there was only a little left in the bottle.  I was thinking to
myself, this isn't doing anything to me.  We got up and started back to the
trail. The trail followed the river that lead to a park when we came into a
park we were out of voice range of any of the campers.  About half way up
the trail the booze kicked in. Wholly Crap, did it kick in. I could not
even walk, and nether could they.  Justin and me put our arms around each
other so we could walk, and George and Todd did the same.  I thought it was
the greatest thing in the world. We were having a ball.  I pushed Justin
down a couple times and laughed at him because he couldn't stay up, but
then he pushed me back and I went down on the concrete. I thought it hurt,
but then realized that I couldn't feel it.  Then we came across a storm
drain outlet and Justin started to craw into it,

"I want to see were it goes" his voice echoed down the pipe

He was starting to disappear into the pipe but I could still see his feet,

 I said, " Justin, you don't know what the hell you are doing get out of
there"

I grabbed him by his feet and drug him out.  It was course concrete so when
I pulled him his shirt got pulled up and I was dragging his bare stomach on
the concrete.  It wasn't that bad, he had some scratches that where
bleeding, but no worse than a cat scratch.  We started on our way
again. The next thing we came across was a child's playground.  It had
those little horses that are on top of springs. There were four of them in
a circle. We each got on one and started rocking.  Imagine four 14 year
olds on those little horses. It was pretty funny. Justin started going
wild. He was touching the horse's nose to the ground and then the tail to
the ground, then the next thing I know, I see him flipping over the horse's
head and landing on his back. We all laughed our asses off.  We started on
our way again, the next stop was the park bathroom. We all went in and took
a piss. George pulled out the bottle again, and we all finished what was
left. We then started to walk across some orchards. It seemed like we were
walking forever, bumping into trees and falling down. We didn't go very far
before we decided to go back.  Still in all we had a great time, but it
must have been about 2 in the morning by now, and it was pretty darn cold.
We held each other up and made our way back to the camp.

Then George got an Idea, "Come on, let's get Roberts. We'll give him
another initiation."

It was sounding good to all of us at the time. So we went into the cabin to
get him. He never asked a question.  He just put on his shoes and jacket
and came out. He would do anything for these guys, and he liked it.  I
wasn't sure what they had in mind for him, but I knew it would be
interesting.  We headed for the athletics field in the camp. On the way,
George had his arm around Rob on one side and Justin on the other
side. "Robert's good buddy good friend" George said. Rob just had a big
smile because he knew something was coming.  Todd and me followed behind
holding each other up.

It took about 10 minutes for us to reach to field. It was about as long as
3 football fields across.

George says' " Okay, here is your initiation, You have to strip naked and
run to the other side of the field and back"

"Nooo, come on guys" Rob Said in a pleading way.

"Rooooberrrrrrrts?" We all said in unison with the usual upswing whenever
he questioned one of us,

 He said, "all right I do it, but nothing else"

We quietly cheered him on "Roberts...Roberts...Roberts!"

 He took off all of his cloths. Then asked, "can I where my Shoes?"

 Justin replied, " I think we can allow that"

I have to say, Rob was getting to be pretty good looking, He was such a
little runt when he started, but within the last year he grew about a
foot. He still had a real boyish face, but his body was coming along quite
nicely. He was a little tall and lanky, but he had nice skin and few
birthmarks on his chest, and a nice fine blond patch of pubic hair. His
dick was soft of course, but he had about 2 soft inches that I bet would
stretch to 6. He didn't have much muscle tone, but a nice six pack on his
belly. To bad that would be the last time I saw him naked, but I didn't
have enough time to get close everyone.  I was pretty satisfied with Chad,
David, and Darrin. I had to get really close to someone before I would take
any risks, and the three of them were taking up most of my spare time.  In
retrospect, I think Rob would have been a good friend.

So anyway, He put his shoes back on and started running top speed for the
other side of the field. None of us could believe he had agreed to do it.
He made it to the other side, then started running back, the Moon was
Bright, and He stood out, this white dot on a huge black field. We all
started making noise hooting and hollering, and he started running faster,
and we were laughing our asses off.  He made it back. We were all
congratulating him and high fiving him. He put his cloths back on and we
all put our arms around each other and started back to the cabin. What
would these guys do for entertainment without Rob Roberts? I have to admit,
even though I didn't always agree with the way they treated him, he equally
entertained me, and he was happy to entertain.

It felt good to get in my sleeping bag where it was warm. The metal bunk
felt so dam comfortable. Then about a minute after I lay down, the boat
started rocking. I didn't know anything about the spins, but this was my
first lesson. After about 5 minutes, it came faster that I could react. I
started puking, I held my hand over my mouth with one hand, and ran out the
back door I stuck my head out and started ralfing.  I felt really sick, but
I was able to lay back down. And it only seemed like minutes till it was
time to get up for breakfast. I didn't eat anything, just had a coke. I
still could feel that my knees were wobbly I was still a little drunk. That
whole day I was sicker than a dog and my knee was in pain from being pushed
down the night before.  It wouldn't be the last time something like that
happened, but I never over did it like that again.

Somehow, I made it though the next day, It was a long day, and I told
Mr. B. that I didn't feel good and I spent most of the day in the bunkroom
recovering. I never felt so bad. If this was a hang over, I didn't need to
drink anymore. By about two O-Clock, I was feeling better.  We had one more
night left on the trip.  It was going to be a nice night. The temperature
was supposed to be about 50 Degrees.  We had been told that if the weather
was fair that we would do a requirement for Wilderness Survival merit
badge.  So Mr. B. took this opportunity to get some peace and quite in the
Cabin. We had to split up into pairs of two and construct a survival hut
from sticks and leaves.  Darrin asked me if I would be his partner. Shit! I
got hard just thinking about it. He didn't have to ask me twice. We had to
try and find a tree with a natural Y shape close the ground, so we all
ended up in different locations. The closest hut to us was about 50 yards
away.  It took about 3 hours to build it, and we were going to be required
to sleep in it that night. Man, just thinking about being that close to
Darrin all night was freaking me out. I was nervous, because I knew this
would be the night that I would see how much I could trust Darrin. We had
become really close, but now it was time to see how close.  The hut was
pretty cool, It had a framework of one strait 8 foot long heavy branch that
sat in a notch in a tree about 4 feet high, and angled down to the
ground. Then sticks formed the A frame roof with longer ones at the top to
small ones at the bottom. Next vines and brush covered the sticks, followed
by a 2-foot layer of leaves.  Believe it or not, one of these huts is
supposed to keep a naked man warm in -40 degrees below weather. Pretty cool
huh?  I have to say it was warm, and pretty tight for two people, which
made it all the better. When it was time to go to bed, I couldn't have been
more ready, we were allowed to take our sleeping bags, but it was to warm
to sleep inside them, so we laid on top. I laid on my back with Darrin to
my right. We had a little night-light, and Darrin and me stayed up and
talked for a wile. Man, he was just so beautiful lying there, and then
there was the scent. I was just breathing him all in. It drove me crazy
every time he got close to me. He was about the best looking kid I think
I've ever seen. Who can I compare him to? Hummm... Maybe a young River
Phoenix.  Yes, that covers it pretty well, his looks were very similar to
River Phoenix. Picture River Phoenix in the movie Stand By Me (one of my
favorite movies). Somehow I can imagine River Phoenix with a scent like
Darrin's. So Finely we turn out the light.  I didn't wait to long to make
my move. I wanted to make sure that he would be awake when I did. He would
ether let it happen, or he would turn away. I never wanted to make anyone
do something they didn't want to, if he didn't accept my advance, I would
have accepted that, and we still would be friends.  He was lying on his
back, and I rolled towards him and let my hand fall onto his chest. He
didn't move. I very slowly started moving my hand down. His breathing
immediately started getting faster. I took a good 2 minutes before I
reached his waist. He had on jeans with no belt.  With my left hand I undid
his button, He was really breathing hard now, but he was making no attempt
to stop me. I pulled down his zipper, and I pushed my hand under his
waistband and wrapped my hand around a super hard throbbing piece of
meat. Then I took my other hand and wrapped it around my own 6 inches. Up
to this time I had never found a boy with a dick as big as mine, but Darrin
was equally as big as me and maybe slightly thicker. That was amazing for a
12-year-old.  I had never seen a reaction like this. He was breathing so
hard that I was almost cumming just from hearing his excitement. I pushed
his underwear down under his balls, and then I started stroking his
dick. He started bucking into my hand while I was stroking him.  This went
on for about 2 or 3 minutes until he shot a nice load on his stomach, and
as soon as he started shooting, I did too.  Dam!! I love this kid; He is
just so awesome! Since it was his first time, I didn't want to push things
any further. I knew that there would be a lot more opportunities now that
he had let me take the first step. I had brought a towel with me so I
cleaned him up and myself. There was no conversation. I didn't want to make
him uncomfortable. It was a new experience for him, and it didn't need to
be complicated. We got up the next day and found out that it had rained
outside, our hut was one of the few that didn't get wet inside. Most of the
other kids had gone back to the cabin during the night when there huts
started leaking. Darrin and I acted as though nothing had changed between
us, He was his usual upbeat self, and we both knew that from then on we
were going to be really good friends. It had been an outstanding trip, one
of the best I had ever been on.  That place became like a home to all of us
and it was the one trip that no one would miss every year.  I have a
thousand more stories just from the trips to that cabin, That place holds
some of my greatest memories.  Every few years or so if I am driving in
that area, I have to take a detour just so I can take a look at the old
cabin.  It is still there and still used by scouts.  I wonder if any of my
old buddies do the same thing?

Not long after this trip Darrin and me became the best of friends, and we
spent many of times together in the same tent.  To this day he is still one
of my favorites because his body would get so out of control when I was
with him. I can remember one time that stands out in my mind. This was a
few years later when he was 14.  He was going though some hard times with
his parents and with everything. He was sleeping over my house that
night. I was on my bed and he was on the floor. He started telling me about
his life. When I first met Darrin, he probably would have been considered a
geek. But over the last two years his life had changed drastically since he
joined the scouts. First I took him under my wing, and then soon after
Justin took a real liking to Darrin. If Darrin wasn't hanging with me, he
was with Justin. Justin was a motor head, always working on his hot rod
car. Turns out that Darrin is like a child prodigy when it comes to working
on cars. I knew he was a genius pretty early on. He had a way of working
out super complex problems in his head in only a few seconds. The
complexity of an engine was nothing to him. He knew how it worked in his
mind, and he didn't hesitate to rip something apart and put it back
together.  He gave up all of his old friends, and Justin made sure to
tuffin him up. He also was brought into our smoking and drinking world. He
was not the shy geeky kid that joined the troop two years ago. So anyway,
he was telling me about how much his life had changed and how he missed his
old friends and the simple innocent life he had before, this is when he
started bawling I mean really crying hard. This was shocking to me; I had
never seen him cry before. Darrin was my closest friend, and I really felt
bad for him. He was lying on his back on the floor. I got down on the floor
with him and put my hands on top of his head, and put my forehead against
his forehead, and I soothed him. I had my weight on my elbows and I laid
off to one side so the weight of my legs were not on him. He tried to
continue talking, but his sobbing made him Unintelligible, I told him to
stop talking. He stopped and put his arms around me and squeezed me with
all his might, and we just stayed like that for like an hour with my
forehead pressed against his. I soothed him until he was quiet with his
eyes closed. At this point I had been with him many times before, but it
was an unspoken part of our friendship that only happened a few times a
year at best when the circumstances were right. Anyway, My hip was against
his cock and I felt his dick getting hard and it was now throbbing against
me. I kept my head against his and I reached down and zipped down his
pants. He immediately started breathing hard. I pushed down his underwear
and took a hold of his 6 inches as it was throbbing and bouncing. Now I was
ready to try something that I hadn't done with him before. I sat up and
undid my pants and took them off. All the time Darrin didn't move and kept
his eyes closed. I pushed his pants down to his knees and his shirt up to
his neck, then I straddled him. As I did I could see his heart pounding out
of his chest and I could feel him shaking. Then I took a hold of his dick
and lowered mine till it came into contact with his. The very second my
dick touched his, he began to blast his load onto his chest, the first shot
hit him in his face, he was breathing so hard and cumming so hard that he
was nearly doing sit ups uncontrollably with each contraction of his
dick. Then with a couple of strokes with my dick against his I shot mine on
his stomach also.  Then I used a couple socks to clean him up and I zipped
up his pants and put mine back on. Then I just lay next to him until he
fell asleep.

I swear that there is nothing better than emotional sex.  I felt closer to
Darrin than anyone that I had ever met. We had a special bond for many
years. I am still friends with him now, but he lives too far away and I
haven't seen him in some time now.

Scouting was many things to me, first, it was a place to meet many people
and make some great friends and that it did. I made the best friends of my
life there. It gave me the opportunity once a month to leave reality with
my friends and create our own reality. It prepared me for having a leader
and being a leader and to teach what I learn. Perhaps the most important
things that it taught me was how to work with a team and how to handle an
interview. It is not all games. As you approach the rank of Eagle it gets a
lot more serious. As you start to reach the higher ranks, you have to lead
and teach and become a board member along with the adults to judge
others. The last three Ranks; Star, Life and Eagle, require a large panel
of people on the scouting committee and other scouts that have already
attained the rank to make a judgment. They question and determine if you
qualify for that rank. There is still time for fun, but this is when the
majority of boys drop out of scouts.  I never had a doubt in my mind that I
would become an Eagle Scout. I was not in a rush to get it, but I knew when
the time came that I would do it.  Unfortunately it did not happen.  As I
got to be 17 and held the rank of Life, I had started thinking about my
Project for Eagle, and I only had a couple merit badges left to get. I
wound up in a dispute with Mr B. that put both of our prides on the line. I
stopped going to the meetings for about 6 months. I thought about going to
another troop that I had become friends with, but it just would not have
been right for me to get my Eagle anywhere else.  I realized that my time
was running out so I gave in and went to Mr B. and apologized. I told him I
wanted to go for my Eagle, and he informed me that I didn't have enough
time to do a project and would not be able to get my Eagle.

It really hurt me. I couldn't believe it.  I still stayed with the Scouts
till I was 18, and then walked away.

As for the other guys, George quit when he was 15, and believe it or not,
we became friends again a few years later. I would have never thought it
possible, but he wasn't to bad when he was outside of a group, and we had a
couple hobbies that put us together for a wile. Todd lasted till he was
about 16. Mike only lasted about a year.  Justin, Darrin, Chad, David,
Evan, and Rob all got their Eagle Scout.  Our troop had the highest percent
of Eagle Scouts per members in the state for many years, and that is for
one reason, It was a great place to be. A few years later I became an
assistant scoutmaster for a short time.  The youngest boys that were in the
troop when I left were now the oldest. It was nice to see that most of the
traditions that we had created in the beginning were still a part of the
troop. It was interesting to see who filled the positions where we used to
be.  I mean, Who was the troublemaker, and who was the voice of
reason. Wile it was fun seeing the new generation, it is not quite the same
as being a part of it.

What I wouldn't give to go back and do it again.

I welcome any comments about this story or the others that I have
written. If you have a story about Scouts, I would love to hear it.  You
can write me at ryanscott@mail.com