Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2004 09:48:58 EDT
From: adama1416@aol.com
Subject: Troop 82 installment 1

This story is true, most of the names have been changed. While chapter
one doesn't depict any real sexual activity, the rest of the chapters do
contain graphic descriptions of sexual activity between teen and pre teen
boys and occasionally boy adult contact. All contact was actually
consensual, but the reader must keep in mind that these events happened
in a different time. Things then where not like things are now. As
always, if you are offended by this type of material, or you are under
18, or this type of material is not legal in your area, the time to leave
is NOW!

Troop 82 by L. Ray (red_dragon_ky@yahoo.com)

Chapter 1
New in town

We moved into the big house on the corner of Main Street in June of 1964,
my friend Mike was the only person I knew in town, besides family, and he
was telling me about his Scout Troop, and his friends Danny, David,
James, Mark, Billy, and Ricky.

I had just turned 14 the week before, and we loaded the truck for the
move the same afternoon as my party. I really hated to see all of my
friends leave to go home, especially my friends Ronnie and Donnie who
were twins, and Jimmy who lived two doors down the street from me. I
told my Mom that I was going down to Jimmy's house for a little while,
and she told me not to be more than a half hour because we still had the
188 mile drive and had to unload the truck when we got there, and the
party had already made us two hours behind.

As Jimmy and I got into his back yard, we hugged each other and began
crying. Of course, we knew that no one would see us because Jimmy's dad
had installed a very high fence all around his back yard when he put in
their new pool, it was the only house on our block with a swimming pool
built in the yard. The houses on either side where only single story
homes, and in fact, they were the only single story houses on the entire
block. I made Jimmy promise that he would write to me, and told him that
I would be back to visit before school started back. After all, my
sister was still going to live in the house that we were moving out of.

As we stood there, hugging, and crying, Jimmy's right hand managed to
find my 6 and a half inch boner, like it usually did. And my own right
hand was working over his zipper and reaching in for his hard 5 and a
half inches too. After only about 10 minutes of playing around, I heard
my Mom yelling for me to come home so that we could get on the road. I
leaned into Jimmy and gave him a fleeting hug and a kiss on the cheek as
he wiped the tear from mine.

Jimmy, and the twins, and I had been playing around ever since we were
11, but Jimmy didn't know about the twins, and the twins didn't know
about Jimmy. I had all three of my best friends, and grope buddies
living within a block and a half of my house and I loved it. I was
always staying all night at one house or the other, or they were at my
house, and after my Mom and dad, and my little brother were in bed, we
played around most of the night.

Now, here I was, sitting on my front porch, talking to my friend Mike,
who i knew before we moved here because his mother is my great aunt's
cleaning lady, and I first met him when we were both 12, while visiting
my aunt.

Mike was a good looking boy, dark black hair, cut short, about 5' tall,
with a good build to his young frame, the greenest eyes you ever saw and
a light golden tan all over. He was just getting the beginnings of a
happy trail below his inny belly button, so I assumed he had a good crop
of pubic hair started. His arm pits only showed a slight wisp of new
hair though. Mike had a smile that could light up a room, and a spark in
his eye that my gran would have called a "spark of mischief".

I on the other hand was a little short for my age at only 4' 11. I was
sort of thin, but not awkwardly so, with dark red hair and hazel eyes. I
had freckles everywhere, but I had started to develop pubic and pit hair
three full years ago. My science teacher at my old school had told me
that I was an "early bloomer", cause most boys didn't start puberty until
they were over age 12 and I was just 1l. How did my science teacher know
about my pubic hair? well that's another story for later. My pubes and
pits where actually a brighter shade of red than my head was. Gran had
said that I had the "spark of mischief" in me. She said that my Mom
should "keep close tabs on that one, he's a rounder." I never really knew
what that meant till the summer of "61".

Mike was telling me about all the neat stuff that his Scout Troop did,
and how the Scoutmaster, Dr. Steve, was always taking them to special
places. Mike told me that Dr Steve regularly had the older boys over at
his house on weekends to work out in his basement with weights and other
stuff and he had built a big open shower down there where everybody,
including Dr. Steve, would shower together after the workouts.

Since I had already been in Scouts in my other town, I was interested in
the whole idea. Mainly because I loved camping out and doing stuff in
the out of doors. I told Mike that I would have to talk it over with my
Mom and dad, but that I was really sure that it would be OK, since I was
already in Scouts any way. The biggest difference I could see at that
point was that my old Troop was in a small city, and the only camping we
ever did was either at a state park or my grand dad's farm, and this new
Troop was in an area less than 10 miles from a National Forrest and one
of the largest man made lakes in the whole world. I was eager for the
chance to do some really "primitive" type camping.

I talked it over with my parents and they said that we had to get settled
in first and then we would talk about it later. The following week, the
Troop went to summer camp for a week, so I figured that most of the
summer's fun would be over by the time I got them to agree to let me
join. I just didn't realize how wrong I was.

As it turned out, Dr. Steve was my aunt's doctor, and my Mom already knew
him, so when we did finally get to talk about Scouts, my Mom was already
on my side, as she said that Dr. Steve was a good man, and he was also a
doctor, which was a plus if one of the boys happened to get hurt on an
outing. My dad said that it would be OK, but that I still had to work at
our little grocery store a couple of hours a day, for which I was being
paid 25 cents per hour. Of course, he was a frugal man where money was
concerned, and he considered the fact that I already had the uniform and
it was being wasted hanging in the closet.

I went to the meeting with Mike the following Friday evening. The
meetings were held in the old basement of the Methodist Church. Mike and
I arrived around 6:30 and there were already a few boys there, playing a
game before the meeting started at 7:00. Mike led me to the desk where
the leaders where seated and introduced me to Dr. Steve, who stood up and
shook my hand. Dr. Steve remarked about the fact that I was wearing a
uniform already and asked where I had been in Scouts before. I told him,
and also told him the name of my old Scoutmaster, Mr. Brown. He said
that he would take care of transferring my records from my other Troop,
and in the meantime, I could join Mike's patrol, since it was he who had
invited me.

I found Mike and the other boys had started to arrive by now, so we all
sat in our patrol groups, in a large circle around the room. There must
have been nearly fifty boys in the room, as well as five adults. I was
very impressed at the size of the Troop because my old Troop had only had
21 boys and only two adult leaders.

Dr. Steve stood up and gave the announcements, and then asked me to stand
and tell every one who I was and where I was from. I told them that my
name was Larry, and that I had moved here from up around Cincinnati. As
I finished, the whole group started yelling "whoop, whoop, whoop, welcome
to our Troop". I then sat for the remainder of the opening part of the
meeting. We then broke into our patrols, I was a wolf, and split off
into the individual Sunday school rooms which were situated around the
sides of the main room.

Once we had reached our assigned room, Mike introduced me to the rest of
the patrol. Danny was the patrol leader and Mike was his assistant, then
there was David and James, who were brothers, Billy, Mark, and Ricky (who
I found out later was my cousin), and I was the eighth man in our
patrol. Danny's dad was our patrol dad, which meant that he helped us
with projects and learning what we needed to know for advancement. We
discussed what they had done at summer camp the week before, and then
Danny named off who had earned what advancements in the previous month
and who still had to work on what to advance to the next rank. Danny's
dad asked me what my current rank was and I pointed to my shirt pocket
and said that I was a Second Class Scout. He said that we would work on
my First Class as a group because there were three others in our patrol
who were also working at that level. The other boys were all below that
rank with Billy being the youngest in our group and still hadn't
completed the requirements for Tenderfoot.

Danny, Mike, and I were all 14, James and Ricky were both 13, David and
Mark, were both 12, and Billy was just turning 11 in two weeks.

As we were leaving the meeting, Danny told me that we had patrol meetings
at his house on Tuesdays, and Mike could show me where he lived. In
those days, boys our age pretty much walked every place they needed to
go. Most Moms either didn't drive, or their families only had one car
and nobody really depended on their parents for rides.

As Mike and I walked to his house, which was around the corner and up the
block from mine, we talked about the kinds of things that we usually did
at the patrol meetings. I reminded him that I had already been a Scout,
and he said "yeah, but we don't do a lot of the stuff that city Scouts
do." I nodded my understanding and we continued to talk as we walked to
his house. After I told him I would see him tomorrow, I cut across his
back yard and then into my own back yard and around the house to the
front door. When I entered the house, Mom asked me how the meeting was?
I said it was cool, and that I was going to my room to listen to my
records. That's right, I said records, not CD's.

I stripped off my clothes, put a couple of LP's on the stereo, and turned
out all the lights except a soft blue one and my black light, and then
flopped on my bed to listen to the sounds of Iron Butterfly and Uriah
Heap.