Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2009 12:05:11 -0500
From: Todd King <todd.king69@gmail.com>
Subject: Tales Of Troop 69 - part 1

This story is for once completely from my imagination, and any resemblance
to real life is a total fucking surprise to me.  Any readers who enjoy the
story are urged to let me know, preferably with pictures, but comments will
also be accepted to todd.king69@gmail.com


It was mid-Spring of 1980 and I was the Senior Patrol Leader of the Fox
Patrol, Troop 69.  There were four of us from the patrol who wanted to earn
the hiking merit badge.  We were going to do a ten mile hike on a Saturday
morning, followed by a camp-out.  The newest patrol member, Howard, was the
son of one of our assistant Scout Masters.  His father, Dick, was
supervising us on the hike and camp-out.

Greg and Hank both had just turned 14, and idolized me as I had just gotten
my license, and had a seven year old Camaro.

Saturday morning, Dick had me follow his van in my car to where we would be
camping that night.  His van held the large cabin tent we were going to
use, as well as a cooler of food and one of drinks.

I picked him up and drove to the starting point of our hike, where the
other three were waiting for us.

This was Howard's first camp-out with the troop, so Greg, Hank and I had an
initiation planned.

Dick knew that Howard would be getting initiated, and had talked to me that
morning in my car.

I agreed that no matter what, Howard wouldn't be in any real danger, but it
may look that way to him.

Dick said it might be good for his son to toughen up a bit, as he had
always been a mommy's boy, but that was going to change now that he had
full custody of the boy.

We started out Saturday by hiking six miles, and stopping for lunch.  After
another four miles, we go to the campsite.

Once we got to the remote camping area, which was next to a shallow area of
a river, after setting up camp, including the tent, as well as digging a
latrine, the four of us stripped to our shorts and waded into the very cold
river.

After a short dip, we got back out and went to change clothes.

Searching my backpack, I realized that I had forgotten to pack underwear,
so I just slipped on a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt, along with my
hiking shoes.

The other three boys changed as well, and we started to get dinner
prepared.

We had planned to have a tin-foil dinner, consisting of a hamburger patty
packaged with vegetables, cooked in foil in the coals of the fire.

After we had everything cleaned up, the three of us older boys gathered and
talked over what to do for Howard's initiation.

We decided to blindfold him, tie his hands, and lead him out in to the
woods, to see if he could find his own way back to the campsite.

For a while we all sat around the campfire, talking about how the woods
were haunted, and had wolves.  Just the usual things boys do to try to
scare each other.

Dick had brought along some beer, even though Scout regulations forbade it.

Greg, Hank, and I begged Dick to let us have some beer, even going so far
as to blackmail him by saying that if he didn't give us some, we would tell
the Scout Master that he had.

Howard said that his dad let him drink it at home, so he should be allowed
to have some too.

Dick had brought a case of beer, stashed in a cooler under the food for the
weekend.

After he had a couple, he finally caved, and let us have a beer.

One quickly led to another, and at our age, two was enough to make us feel
it.

After we had our second, I winked at Greg and Hank, and we grabbed Howard,
with each of them holding one of his hands, as I bound them together,
leaving enough rope to use as a leash of sorts.

Howard was pretty scared, and nearly crying, yelling for his dad to help
him, as we pulled a stocking cap down over his eyes.

Dick just laughed and grabbed a fresh beer, telling Howard to "take it like
a man".

The three of us led the 12 year old out into the woods, with the plan to be
that we stay there, just out of site to make sure he got back safely to he
campsite.

Once we had led him far enough out, and had made a few circles to disorient
him, we loosened the rope on his wrists, and quickly hid in the woods.

We watched as he struggled free of the rope and pulled the hat off his
head, all the time trying not to laugh out loud, giving away the fact that
we were watching.

Howard was a lot smarter than we had given him credit for, in that, unknown
to us, he had taken a compass reading when we were setting up the tent, and
still had his compass with him.

Knowing which way the river flowed past the campsite, and quickly finding
his way back to it, he took another reading in the light of the full moon.

That told him all he needed to know as far as which way to walk the river
to get back to the campsite.

What he wasn't aware of, however, was the very slick spot on the river
bank, where he slid down in the mud, stopping short of the river itself.

Once he scrambled back to the top, Howard lost no time getting back to the
campsite.

The three of us had almost lost him in the woods, so we were glad to see he
had found his way back so fast.

By this time, Dick had finished his fourth beer in just under two hours,
and was grabbing another, along with passing one to the rest of us.

"Goddamn son, you made it back here pretty fucking fast" he told Howard.
"but you are fucking FILTHY. What happenend to you?"

"I slipped on the river bank when I was trying to get back here." Howard
said to his father.

"Well shit boy, there's no way you are gonna get into a sleeping bag
looking like that. Go wash off in the river."

"But, but, but, the river is fucking COLD, daddy."

"Goddamnit boy, you aren't getting in that tent looking like that." Dick
screamed at his son, while opening another beer.

I watched as Howard stood there, about to break into tears.

"Dick, he's right, the river is too cold to wash off in." I said, trying to
back Howard up.

"well, FUCK" Dick shouted, getting even more pissed off, "there isn't a
fucking hot shower out here in the woods, you know."

Hearing this, Greg Smiled a second, and said, "You know, there is one way
he can get a warm shower."

"Oh? How's that, boy?" Dick asked.

"Give us another beer, and I will tell you" Greg said.

"Damn, I got to pee before I have another one" Hank said.

"well, just fucking hold it" Greag told him.

"I don't know how long I can. I need to go to the latrine." He complained.

After getting another beer, Greg went and grabbed a tarp.

He told the three of us to help him spread it out by the fire.

Once it was spread out, he whispered to me his plan.

I almost laughed when I heard it, but didn't want to spook Howard.

I distracted him while Greg explained the plan to Hank.

While I was talking to Howard, the other two snuck up behind him, grabbed
his hands and legs, and pulled him down on the tarp.

Howard was a bit drunk already, as were the rest of us, with the exception
of Dick who was trashed.

With them holding Howard face down, I quickly got his shirt off, and tied
his hands together to keep him from fighting us.

He started yelling for his daddy, but Dick just sat there watching,
drinking his beer.

Howard struggled, but we got his shoes, socks and shorts off as well.

Leaving him in just his white briefs, we stood over him.

The fear in his eyes was visible even in the dim firelight.

Greg spoke up first, saying "Relax dude, we ain't gonna hurt you. You
didn't want to wash off in the cold river right?"

Catching his breath and calming down, Howard gave a muted "Yeah."

"OK then, we are gonna get you clean with warm water." Then turning to Hank
and I he asked "You guys ready?"

We both nodded, and Greg said "OK, let's go"

The three of us quickly took off out shirts, shoes, and socks, then stood
over Howard, as we unzipped our shorts.

Greg tipped up the last of his beer, and dropped his shorts, kicking them
away.

"Here goes" he said as he pulled his dick out, and started to pee on
Howard's dirty legs.

As the dirt started washing away, Hank took off his shorts, stepped up next
to Greg, and pissed on his filthy arms.

Howard was speechless, laying there with his hands bound behind him, and
his legs tied as well, while two semi-drunk boys peed him clean.

"oK guys, he's clean enough" I said and heard Howard breathe a sigh of
relief.

"Now flip him over so we can get the front" I told them as Howard
struggled.

Once he was on his back, he could see Hank and Greg pinching off the flow
in their dicks, trying to hold it in to finish the job.

I glanced down at Howard's soaked briefs, and saw a bit of a tent, and
realized he was getting excited by all of this.

Seeing that started to get me boned up some as well. I willed it to stay
down so I could join in the fun.

Since I had no underwear of my own, I just dropped my shorts and kicked
them out of the way.

I could hear a gasp from the three as they saw the size of my cock compared
to theirs.

I tok a deep breath and got my mind set so I could pee and not be too hard
to do it.

As I started peeing on his lower legs, Hank and Greg joined in again,
splashing their streams across mine, and all up and down Howard's legs.

When they were just about done, I was still going strong, and I could see
the bulge in Howard's briefs had gotten larger.

With an evil grin, I moved my stream of piss up his legs to center squarely
on his crotch.

As I watched his underwear get soaked, I could see his cock rising even
more.

I looked over to where Greg and Hank were, and saw they had a grin on their
faces while they watched.  Looking a bit lower, I noticed both of them had
thier cocks out still, and they too were starting to chub up.

Just as I was shaking the last piss out of my cock, and said "Looks like
you're clean enough for bed now, Howard" I saw Dick push himself out of his
chair.

I had almost forgotten the man was there with all the fun we boys were
having.

I glanced down at Howard and saw he has at full mast as his father walked
over.

Greg and Hank stared along with me as Dick stood unsteadily over his bound
son, and ripped open his shirt, buttons tearing loose.

The man pulled down his shorts and boxers around his ankles, and said "You
boys missed the dirtiest spot on him."

Saying that, he turned his big cock towards Howard's head and let loose a
stream right in his son's face, which was indeed dirty, but none of us boys
had even noticed.

Just as the piss hit him, Howard opened his mouth to protest, and instead
ended up gargling out a muted "no".

"Shit, you know you want it, you can see it in your briefs" Dick growled at
his son, continuing to spray the boy all over his face.

Dick was correct, as Howard was still hard for all of us to see.

"Looks like I almost missed some" Dick muttered, as he dropped down onto
his knees, straddling Howard's head.

He directed his stream of piss up first one nostril then the other, as the
rest of us watched in awe.

While Dick was pissing up his own son's nose, his balls were resting on
Howard's lips.

Howard had to open his mouth to breathe, and when he did, his dad's nuts
slipped right into his mouth.  "That's it boy, lick those balls. That's
where you came from, and if you treat them nice, you'll get to taste the
load that made you" Dick said as he finished up peeing.

Hank, Greg and I were totally boned by this point, and didn't even try to
hide it.

"Go ahead guys, stroke off over the fucking slut" Dick almost yelled at us.
"you can see he loves to suck his daddy's balls, and have me rub my cock on
his face.

I looked over to see Hank and Greg jacking each other over Howard's feet. I
was amazed they would play with each other, but it made me even harder, as
if that was possible.

I straddled the boy's midsection, facing his feet, and laid my cock next to
his, stroking us both together.

Hearing Dick grunt and shout "That's it son, take daddy's load," I looked
over my shoulder just in time to see Dick spew his cum all over his twelve
year old son's face.


Just as I saw that, I felt something on my cock when I was on the
downstroke.

I looked down to see Hank's head in my lap, and realized he was sucking
both Howard and I.

As I looked farther down, I watched as both Greg and Hank shot a load on
Howard's bound feet.

Next thing I felt was Howard's cock pulsing as he came.  Feeling that
spurred my own orgasm, causing me to dump a load in Hank's sucking mouth.

After my orgasm subsided, I eased my way around, and saw Howard's face was
still coated with his dad's cum.  I moved up to where I could lick his face
clean, then leaned in and french kissed him, transferring his father's seed
to the boy's mouth.

Looking down the tied boy's body, I watched in amazement as Hank and Greg
were duelling tongues, licking up their cum from Howard's still slightly
dirty feet.


By this time, the fire had burned down and we all were pretty well worn
out.

The five of us disentangled and all headed for the tent.

After a short discussion, we laid out two of the sleeping bags open on the
floor of the tent, and zipped two others together as a blanket.  We all
curled up together and fell asleep pretty fast.