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The Boy Scouts
by Tinman (tinmanjc9@hotmail.com)
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Two 14-year old Boy Scouts at a troop meeting start a
game and soon get seriously interested in pursuing it
further – perhaps with a third Scout who seems to
realize what has happened. (mm-teens, youths, 1st-gay-
expr, mast)
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Two 14-year old Boy Scouts at a troop meeting start a
game and soon get seriously interested in pursuing it
further – perhaps with a third Scout who seems to
realize what has happened.
Boy Scout Troop 29, in a medium sized Midwestern city
in 1952. The troop was a Catholic School troop made up
of sixteen or so seventh and eighth graders, all 13 or
14 years old. Meetings were often held without a
Scoutmaster and were held, round-robin style, at each
others' homes.
My name is Jim. The boys were all pretty cute, I
thought, including me. And we all had our Catholic
schooling in common, so we knew each other well and
interacted in many ways: sports, debates, plays, etc.
Until the night of this story, however, I had never
been involved with any of the boys in any ways that
could be characterized as sexual.
It was my turn to have the meeting at my house.
Frankly, we didn't do much Boy Scout business at these
meetings. Instead, we usually took care of any business
quickly at the first of the meeting, and then the host
Scout was responsible for some kind of entertainment.
My folks had given me an inexpensive 16mm movie
projector for my birthday, and I had rented three 15-20
minute films to show to the troop. My bedroom backed up
on my parents clothes closet and I had cut a square
hole in the wall so I could set my projector in the
closet and it would project the picture through the
wall and onto a sheet tacked to the opposite wall in my
bedroom. I had set up chairs and a couple make-shift
benches where everyone could sit and watch the films. I
could control the projector from the bedroom, so I sat
there with the rest of the guys, but in the back row.
Next to me sat Timmy Walsh, a very cute kid I had
always liked. He also had a sister who I also liked a
lot, but we never "hooked up" as the kids say today.
Anyway, the benches and chairs quickly were filled and
Timmy got shoved over very close to me, and wasn't very
comfortable. I suggested he sit on my knee and he did.
As the first film showed, I noticed my young dick was
getting an erection – which it did all the time in
those years, for any reason or no reason at all (Ahh!
for those good old days!). But having Timmy's cute body
and face so close accelerated the process and I kind of
pushed it up into his thighs and bottom to get some
relief from the pressure.
In the first film, this guy and girl were kissing (no,
it wasn't a sex film, just a romantic one and an older,
primitive one at that). Several of us started giggling
at the old fashioned way the actors were kissing. Soon
we were telling each other that any of us could do far
better than that.
As if to prove our point, Timmy and I started kissing.
At first, our kisses were just the play acting of a
couple of crazy kids trying to impress the others. But
it sure did feel good to me and intensified my
erection. It must have felt good to Timmy, too, because
soon I noticed he also had an erection and before long
I saw him rubbing the front of his corduroys and his
kisses seemed to increase in pressure. I also thought
he was moving a little on my dick. I was definitely
moving my dick around on his thighs and bottom and
pushing it against him firmly.
Our kissing continued and got pretty serious. For a
while the other guys encouraged us and cheered us on,
but then they seemed to lose interest in us and watched
the movie. I don't think they were embarrassed by Timmy
and me kissing, as we continued our little scene. It
was no longer a joke with us, however, and both Timmy
and I realized that.
It was definitely feel very exciting and arousing as
Timmy and I kissed and hugged and pressed ourselves
together "down there." In a few minutes the first film
played out and I had to get up and change films. This
meant I had to go out into the hall and into my parents
bedroom to get access to the closet where the projector
sat.
Timmy followed me, saying something about wanting to
see how the projector worked. I quickly changed the
film and restarted the projector. This was a Tarzan
film, and more interesting to the guys, I noticed.
Timmy and I put our heads close and looked through the
hole in the wall for a few minutes. Then we turned
toward each other and without a word, resumed our
kissing – even more passionately than before.
This time, however, our dicks were both hard enough
that they were plainly visible tenting our pants. I
reached out to rub his. In minutes he returned the
favor and began to rub mine. As we kissed and played
with each other through our pants, everything began
feeling not just good, but super good.
I don't think either of us thought anything about this
being odd; instead, we thought more as if we were doing
it as "practice" for when we found a girl to do it
with. In those days we'd never heard the term, "gay."
We knew what "queers" were, but we didn't think we were
engaging in queer behavior. I was never sure why we
didn't.
But soon we were both releasing our dicks and stroking
them. Timmy's was as wet as mine and all slippery,
which was very sexy. I mumbled into his ear, asking if
I could hold his and he quickly approved, removing his
hand so I'd have room. I took his young hardon in my
hand and began stroking it and he did the same for me.
We were both about the same size, four and one-half
inches or so long and maybe an inch or a slightly more
across.
Both of us were soon humping the others' hand, fucking
fists, as we later called it. And continuing our
kissing. In only a couple minutes I felt something hot
and wet on my hand and figured he must of squirted.
That excited me too much and I, in turn, squirted into
his hand.
By this time, we both had realized that we were going
"over the line," and didn't want the other guys to know
what we'd done. We quickly wiped up our mess with our
handkerchiefs (all Catholic school boys carried
handkerchiefs in those days), and buttoned our pants
back up. With one last kiss, we wandered as casually as
we could back around to my bedroom where the show was
going on. The guys were into the movie and no one
seemed to notice… no one except Bobby Schmidt, that is.
I noticed that he looked at us with a sly smile on his
face and his eyebrows kind of jumped up and down once
as he looked me right in the eyes.
I thought to myself that maybe he might want to join us
if Timmy and I ever did something like this again. If
Timmy and I never got together again, maybe I could get
together with Bobby. I felt good. Timmy and I sat down
and enjoyed the rest of the movies with the other guys.
Mom served refreshments and drinks. The meeting was a
success – a double success for Timmy and me, and maybe
a future success for Bobby!
END
Author Note: Tinman writes for fun, relating stories
from his bi past and others based on his past but
elaborated on from his fantasies. I respond quickly to
any friendly email and really want to hear how you
enjoyed any of my stories and how it affected you.
Flamers, however, will be ignored. My philosophy is
that we all are most intensely alive when we are
engaged in sex, preferably with another person, and
that writing erotica is a high calling.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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