Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2004 09:48:58 EDT From: firstname.lastname@example.org 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 (email@example.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.