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Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers between
the ages of thirteen and seventeen and twenty-four cubs and
scouts between the ages of six and seventeen having sex with each
other and other healthy fun at a winter camporee.  It is posted
at free gay adult story sites for adult entertainment only. 
Permission is not given to copy electronically nor in any other
form for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other
than those just described.  This is the forty-eighth story in the
Brewster Adventures special events and myths series. 
Chronologically it follows the forty-sixth story in the series,
"The Brewsters Celebrate Chinese New Year," but like the other
stories in this series it is a stand alone story that can be read
totally on its own.  (Readers who enjoy this adventure might want
to check out the nineteenth story in this series, "The Brewsters
Celebrate Veteran's Day".)  The Brewster brothers would like to
remind everyone to always be prepared: carry your matches in a
condom to keep them dry and your condoms in an empty match book
cover incase you forget to empty your pockets before your mom
does the laundry.  Comments, badges for outstanding writing, and
true confessions of your own boy scout days can be sent to the
author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmmail.com

THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE BOY SCOUT DAY, PART 1 OF 2

	"Oh man this is going to be sooo fucking wicked."
	"Bobby, go to sleep."
	"I can't.  I'm too fucking excited," the thirteen-year-old
responded
	"Then just shut up.  We gotta be up in a couple hours."
	"I can't sleep."
	"Count sheep jumping over a fence," suggested Benny, the
fifteen-year-old sleepily leaning over the edge of the top bunk
and glaring down at his kid brother.
	"That's boring."
	"Bobby, that's the point," advised Brett, one of the
seventeen-year-old Brewster twins, from the bottom bunk across
from Bobby.
	"Anyway, I already tried that."
	"Imagine it's cute boys."
	"One, two, three-."
	"Count silently."
	"It's not working."
	"Bobby, you just started."
	"Besides, it's giving me a boner."
	"Cute boys jumping over a fence?"
	"Everything gives Bobby a boner," Brent observed from the top
bunk above his twin brother.
	"No, that's not me.  You got me confused with Benny.  Besides, I
thought you meant sheep jumping over cute boys.  See, they're
naked, and their butts are up in the air, and as each sheep
jumps, it-."
	"We get the picture," Brent groaned.  Unfortunately he did.  He
shook his head to clear the mental image.  "Then just play with
yourself and let the rest of us get some sleep."
	"Four, ungh, five, ungh, six-."
	"Bobby!" his three brothers chorused.
	The dead silence, except for the sound of one hand clapping,
wasn't any better.  Soon all four brothers were erect and horny,
which in that they were healthy, normal boys, was no surprise. 
They all began clapping and counting.  They were too excited to
go to sleep anyway.  Tomorrow was February 8, International Boy
Scout Day, the ninety-fifth anniversary of the founding of the
Scouting movement in England, and the ninety-third anniversary of
the founding of the Boy Scouts of America.  Always an exciting
day, this day was going to be even more exciting in that the
event fell on a Saturday and their scoutmasters had decided that
to celebrate they would go on an overnight winter camping trip in
Granite Peak State Park, without any adults!  There were nine Cub
Scouts and nineteen Boy Scouts signed up and they had been taking
special lessons and doing special projects to prepare them for
the event for the past two months.  Like Bobby had observed, it
was going to be sooo wicked!
	The decision to allow them to go on the two-day excursion
without adult supervision had not been unanimous of course and
two-thirds of the parents of the Cub Scouts and a third of the
parents of the Boy Scout Troop had opted not to allow their sons
to participate.  The others argued that with seventeen-year-old
Eagle Scout Matthew Winsloe, a grade twelve senior and honour
student and the nephew of Charlie Winsloe, the President of the
local lodge of the American Legion, in charge and five Life
scouts signed up to go, with four of them, Brent and Brett
Brewster, their close friend and Brent's lover Billy Hollis, and
Richard Carter, close to achieving the rank of Eagle Scout
themselves, the boys would be well supervised and in no danger. 
The six senior boys had already earned their badges for First
Aid, Camping, Safety, and Wilderness Survival among others, and
Matthew had a cell phone incase of an emergency.  It was
precisely for such leadership positions that the Scouting
movement was supposedly preparing the boys for after all.  Of
course there were those who were not so sure about the likes of
Billy Hollis and Brent Brewster whose nose studs, earrings and
rings didn't exactly project the clean, wholesome image of the
Scouts the adult generation had even though neither boy wore
their piercings while in uniform, at least not those piercings
that were visible.  Their nipple rings, Brent's foreskin ring and
Billy's scrotal piercings on the other hand were nobody's
business.  There were also disturbing rumours about Billy's
parents and their religious beliefs and satanic orgies under the
full moon, though nobody had been daring enough to broach the
matter with them, preferring the don't ask, don't tell but talk
about them behind their back philosophy.
	The troop leaders had taken the same approach to the gay issue
which locally had reached its peak around the same time as the
big controversy regarding Veteran's Day just over two years ago.
There had been some very disturbing rumours about what had gone
on that day in the back rooms of the community hall between the
war vets and the scouts and cadets assisting in the event but
nobody ever attempted to verify the rumours.  Old Ty Cobb had
managed to quieten things down and curb the discussion on joining
the Scouting For All movement with his don't ask, don't tell
approach, and with his three decades of leading the local scouts
people deferred to the seventy-five-year-old.  With everything
quietening back down, Charlie Winsloe's idea of forming a gay
youth support group pretty much petered out also with the lack of
sponsorship and funding.  As Ty Cobb had observed, "that sort of
nonsense is a big city issue, not one we need concern ourselves
with.  There ain't no queers within two hundred miles of
Crestview to my knowledge."
	So at four that morning, twenty-eight bright-eyed, hyper boys
and their drowsy, half-awake parents gathered at Reverend
Bentley's Evangelical Church which was still sponsoring the cub
and scout troops and loading up the boys and their equipment in a
truck and a school bus, they headed off to Granite Peak State
Park.  After two hours of "nine hundred and ninety-nine bottles
of root beer on the wall", they arrived at the parking lot and
disembarked and unloaded the gear.  As the bus and truck headed
back to the city, they formed four groups, the nine cubs in one
group and three groups of five scouts each.  One group went with
Eagle Scout Matthew Winsloe for a forty-five minute hands-on
lecture on the winter ecology and flora of the park; the second
went for a session on weather forecasting in one of the picnic
shelters with Richard Carter, a sixteen-year-old Life Scout and
the son of Wilson Carter who was just as prejudiced against gays
and anyone who was not white and American as his father; the
third went with Billy Hollis who gave a forty-five minute lecture
on the fauna of the park and on identifying animal tracks; and
the last group went with Brett for a lesson on cold weather first
aid.  Every forty-five minutes everyone rotated with Brent
replacing his brother for two of the first aid lessons until
everyone had heard all four sessions.
	Following the lessons, everyone gathered at the picnic shelter
and reformed into teams of three, the cubs forming three teams
and the scouts forming six, the senior cubs and scouts having
chosen their team members prior to the outing with the adult
scout leaders ensuring there was as even a distribution of
members of each rank and level of skill and experience as
possible on each team within each of the two groups.  At a signal
from Matthew Winsloe, the Camporee Leader and acting as the games
coordinator and judge, the first member of each scout team
strapped on the snowshoes he'd made previous to the camp out and
raced up the road, across the meadow at the bend and up the hill
at the far end of the meadow and back down to the picnic shelter
where he high-fived with the second member of the three-man team
who took off on the track.  The three cub teams competed with
each other on a shorter route angling across the meadow to a
copse of poplar instead of heading up the hill.
	The cub race was close with the last runner of the Polar Bear
Team only a half dozen strides ahead of the final runners from
the Caribou and the Snowshoe Hares teams, the first two runners
of each team screaming themselves hoarse in encouragement.  The
scout race was more spread out, the three Wolverines lead by
sixteen-year-old Life Scout Wallace Forsythe barely beating out
the three Martens lead by Brett Brewster with whom they'd been
neck and neck throughout the relay, and the Penguins consisting
of Bobby, his best buddy freckle-faced Aaron Porter and their
leader seventeen-year-old Billy Hollis disappointingly losing by
two strides to the Arctic Foxes consisting of William Forsythe,
Solomon Nejrue and Richard Carter, three boys of like mind and
generally disliked by the others for their smug attitudes and
bullying tactics, as were their brothers who made up the equally
disliked Wolverine Team.
	Following the snowshoe relay, the pack of boys headed off for
the nearby lake, which of course the adults had tested for
thickness and safety the day before, and again formed their
three-member teams, this time for a seal relay race, the boys
sliding across the windswept ice on their stomachs and pulling
themselves along using awls, again the three cub teams competing
among themselves and the six scouts competing on a longer strip
of ice.  Cheers and jeers resounded across the frozen lake and
surrounding snow-clad forest as first one team and then the other
was in the lead.  In the Cub race the Caribou, who had lost the
snowshoe race, beat out their competitors with the Polar Bears
coming in second and the Snowshoe Hares coming in last.  In the
Scout race the Arctic Foxes redeemed themselves by winning over
their closest competitors, the Lynx lead by Brent, and though the
Penguins were again one of the last two teams, they managed to
beat the Grey Wolves consisting of Juan Gonzalez, Benny and Tyson
Cobb, thanks mainly to Billy's phenomenal strength and swiftness
giving them a great lead right at the start and Aaron's slight,
light build allowing him to skim across the ice as he raced
third.  Bobby, Benny observed to everyone's amusement, had
flopped across the ice more like a fish out of water than a seal,
to which of course his kid brother gave him a finger and a big
grin.
	The final morning event was a fun romp through the woods called
The Search for Bigfoot, or in the case of the cubs, the Search
for Little Bigfoot, the two groups following two sets of tracks
of large and larger bare feet that lead along the park's hiking
and bike trails, backtracking and crisscrossing and leading
across windswept rock and across the ice on a corner of the lake,
the two trails making a loop and ending back at the back of the
picnic shelter where two plywood Sasquatch had been erected.  The
tracks had been made by the scout leaders and volunteers the
previous day by strapping on large plywood feet.  Matthew Winsloe
and the five Life Scouts, Brent and Brett, Billy Hollis, Richard
Carter and Wallace Forsythe stayed behind and unpacked the
sandwiches and put on the soup and pots of hot chocolate for when
the rest arrived back.
	There followed a spirited lunch with bragging as to who had
found the trail after it had reached the rocks or who had picked
it back up on the other side of the ice or when it crossed over
itself and had been obliterated by the trackers, and animated
debates on whether or not such a creature as a Sasquatch existed,
those who believed it did just as ardent as those who believed it
did not.  The four Brewster brothers exchanged sly glances during
the debate and said nothing as they thought back to their Pacific
West Coast holiday in Washington two summers ago and the fun time
they'd had with a handsome young Makah brave, and with Bigfoot
himself.  They each tried their best to be unnoticed as they
reached down and readjusted what had popped up in their khaki boy
scout trousers as a result of those memories so it wouldn't be so
obvious.
	Refreshed and warmed up by their soup and hot chocolate and
heated debate, and from twenty-eight boys being cramped into a
single picnic shelter, the boys were ready and eager for the
afternoon's activities, which they'd been briefed on before
signing up for the camporee.  The afternoon was a gruelling
competition called "Trek to the Klondike" with the same nine
teams as in the morning and with Matthew Winsloe awarding points
on a five-point system to each team based on the level of
knowledge their members exhibited, the amount of time it took
each team to achieve each event, and the teamwork demonstrated.
	Each team was given a sled which contained their bedrolls, a
small sack of food, and, they were told, a dead pack horse (or
pony in the case of the cubs) under a tarp which they were to
dispose of in a ditch on the other side of  the meadow.  At a
signal from Matthew, the nine teams took off, the cubs running
the same distance but pulling smaller and lighter sleds.  After
their defeat in the seal relay race, the Grey Wolves doubled
their efforts and were the first to reach the end of the meadow
to dispose of their dead horse.  To the amusement of the older
scouts, some of the cubs actually believed they were pulling a
dead pony and were relieved when they reached the end of the
meadow and pulled off the tarp to find they'd been struggling
across the meadow with a load of bricks.
	Recording the times and points for the event and noting the
winning and losing teams, which Matthew would not reveal to keep
up the competitiveness of the afternoon event and everyone's
spirits and hopes, Matthew set them off on the second event. 
This event consisted of pushing and pulling the sleds, now just
with their bedrolls and a bag of food, up a steep hill to the
left of the meadow and then lowering them down the other side,
the event requiring not just strength to pull the sleds up the
steep incline and then to hold it back going down the other side
so it wouldn't smash up at the bottom, but skill and cooperation
in pushing and pulling the sled up the snow-covered hill.  The
event was being timed but the sleds, and the Klondike trekkers,
also had to arrive at the end in one piece.  After being the last
to cross the meadow in the previous event, the Polar Bear cub
team was the first to pull its sled up the hill and lower it down
the other side with it and themselves intact, which surprised
everyone considering their youth and lack of experience.  The
Martens were not so lucky, a faulty knot resulting in a runaway
sled and their youngest member, eleven-year-old Ryan Farnsworth,
ending up with scraped knuckles, a bruised rib, and a black eye
when he leaped on it in an attempt to slow it down and receiving
instead a wild ride to the bottom of the steep slope ahead of
everyone else much to the amusement of the rest of the scouts
once he'd ended up without any severe injury headfirst in a
snowbank, and the envy of those who'd have loved to have had such
a ride.
	Again, the points and times for the event were recorded and they
went on to the third event, each boy having to swing hand over
hand across a gully on ropes tied between two trees while hauling
the sleds and their contents across with them, which took
considerable skill and coordination among the three members of
the team.  The cubs of course had a shorter chasm to cross to
make the challenge equal.  Despite their lack of strength and
experience, the Caribou Cub team lead by Michael Farnsworth was
light and agile and nobody needed a stopwatch nor a checklist to
know they were the winners of the event.  As to whether the Lynx
team or the Arctic Fox team, the last two to cross the gully
after first losing their bedrolls, and then their food sack, was
at the bottom for the event only Matthew Winsloe knew for sure.
	The fourth event tested their survival skills and knowledge, the
boys being told one of their team (the lightest if the boys
selected wisely though they didn't always do so resulting in
comments their member was heavier than the dead pack horse) had
broken his leg and they had to splint it and then carry him
through the woods, using their sled as a stretcher as the trail
through the dense woods had too many twists and was too filled
with windfall to pull the sleds on the ground.  Again, although
points were given for speed, skill in splinting the injured leg
and in manoeuvring the obstacle course with the sled while
carrying their bedrolls and the sack of food were of equal
importance, and of course Matthew was not revealing the scores he
gave each of the teams despite increased pressure to do so, the
boys filled with excitement and competitiveness as they tried to
best each other.
	Arriving at their destination, a large, boarded-in, group picnic
shelter on the other side of the windfall in an area used for
group tenting in the summer, the nine teams dropped off their
bedrolls and backpacks inside the shelter and competed in the
final two events.  The first was to hang up the food bag they'd
carted along with them so that coyotes and wolves could not reach
it, being awarded points on their speed, their knot tying, and
for hanging the sack the appropriate height and distance from the
ground and the supporting tree.  The Lynx, Wolverines and
Penguins finished at almost the same time so who won the event
wasn't certain, but when the sack hung by the Arctic Foxes came
crashing down and the contents scattered on the snow-covered
ground, it was safe to conclude that in their haste they had lost
that event.  The finger-pointing and blaming and cursing by the
three members, Richard Carter, Solomon Nejrue, and William
Forsythe,  certainly didn't help their score, but was no surprise
to the others who were well aware of their true character when
out of sight and hearing of their scout leaders.
	The last event was to start a campfire from the dry twigs from
the nearby old logging road, using only a flint, and melting a
can of snow above it.  The leaders of eight of the teams called
out almost simultaneously that their can of snow had melted and
their campfires all looked pretty much identical though of course
each thought their circle of rocks and support for the can was
the best.  The ninth team, the Wolverines, had been
overconfident, and bickering among the three members, Kenji
Nejrue, Roland Carter and Wallace Forsythe had resulted in a
sloppy job, resulting in a slow start to begin the fire, and
their can of half-melted snow tipping over and putting out the
flames.  While there was doubt who had won the event, who had
lost was evident.
	There followed another fun activity in which the scouts were
redistributed into four three-member teams and they and the three
cub teams were told that again one of their group had become too
ill to walk and those carrying the improvised stretcher had
become snow blind.  Blindfolding the two members, each team
followed a winding trail set out by flags along the old logging
road beside the group tenting area the day before, having to go
around clumps of brush, over fallen logs, and under logs that had
been suspended over the road, being directed where to go by the
boy on the sled who was the only one who could see.  In this case
selecting the boy with the best ability to give directions rather
than the lightest boy was the key to their success, which of
course they did not realize until too late.  As each team
progressed though the obstacle course, stumbling into bushes and
over the logs and getting totally twisted around to the amusement
of those watching, those remaining to complete the course were
sure they'd be able to do better having watched and memorized the
route, but they found it much more different once they were
blindfolded themselves and had to rely on the directions of the
boy they were carrying.
	While the seven teams were traversing the obstacle course, with
much laugher and no little cursing in the absence of adult
supervisors, Matthew Winsloe, Star Scout Tyson Cob, and the five
Life Scouts entered the shelter and started up the wood stove and
began preparing their supper retrieved from the food bags. 
Returning to the shelter chilled, exhausted, and many half-soaked
from falling in the snow and from the sweat of their labour but
all in high spirits and filled with excitement, the boys stripped
out of their wet clothes and hung them up to dry.  Some found to
their dismay that the dry change of clothing they'd packed in in
their backpacks had also gotten soaked and had to be hung up to
dry also, resulting in some boys, the more confident and
extroverted, going naked, others wearing only their underwear or
girding their loins with a towel in their modesty, and others
fully dressed.  Supper, pots of steaming Kraft dinner, plates
stacked high with wieners, and buns warmed on top of the kitchen
stove, looked and tasted delicious and the famished twenty-eight
boys eagerly loaded their dogs with condiments and dug in.
	With everyone fed and warm once again, Matthew Winsloe stood on
one of the tables and called everyone to order for the rewards
and penalties ceremony, or as some called it, the sashes and
slashes ceremony, the winners of each event each receiving a
certificate of achievement and a chocolate bar or packet of gum
and the losers having to perform some act of retribution selected
by the winners.  The members of the Polar Bear Team, blond-haired
and blue-eyed six-year-old Tiger Cub Davey Kleinsauser, dark-eyed
and black-haired seven-year-old Wolf Cub Alex Garner and
ten-year-old Webelos Charles Elwood, the Brewster brothers'
neighbour who literally worshipped the four boys, proudly stepped
forward with a round of cheers from their fellow cubs and the
scouts to claim their certificates of achievement and chocolate
bars for winning the snowshoe relay race in the Cub Division. 
Similarly the members of the Wolverines, eleven-year-old
Tenderfoot Scout Kenji Nejrue, the only black boy on the weekend
camp out besides his older brother, fourteen-year-old First Class
Scout Roland Carter and sixteen-year-old Life Scout Wallace
Forsythe stepped forward to a round of cheers for winning the
Scout Division.
	They were given two minutes to brainstorm a suitable penalty for
the losers from the two divisions.  The cubs of course deferred
to the more experienced scouts, and their decision, suggested by
Wallace Forsythe, was announced with much giggling by young Davey
Kleinsauser.  "Run one lap outside around the picnic shelter,
starkers," he announced with a wide grin, his blue eyes sparkling
with amusement.
	Amongst the hoots and laughter, the six boys, the Caribou Team
of the Cub Division consisting of doe-eyed six-year-old Tiger Cub
Samuel Peppin, eight-year-old Bear Cub Emiliano Gonzalez, one of
six Mexican-American brothers three of which were on the weekend
camp out, and ten-year-old Webelos Michael Farnsworth, the middle
child of three brothers on the camp out; and the Penguin Team of
the Scout Division consisting of thirteen-year-old Second Class
Scouts Bobby Brewster and his best buddy freckle-faced,
green-eyed Aaron Porter and dark-haired, dark-eyed,
seventeen-year-old Life Scout and Wiccan Billy Hollis, Brent's
best friend and Goth lover, stood and lined up at the door, Aaron
and the cubs self-consciously removing their scout uniforms and
stepping out of their underwear, Bobby and Billy already naked
and unconcerned about their nakedness.  Making a mad dash
outside, they ran around the building whooping and yelping and
dashed back inside, each of them flinging an armful of snowballs
at the victors and anyone else who got in the way.  With everyone
shivering from the blast of cold air from the open door and at
least a dozen besides those who'd been outside from the shock of
cold snow on bare skin, Matthew Winsloe ruled that all future
punishments had to be inside the shelter.  Although everyone
moaned in disappointment and protested, they were all inwardly
glad he'd made the rule.
	The winners of the seal relay race, the Caribou team for the
Cubs and the Arctic Fox team for the Scouts, consisting of
twelve-year-old Second Class Scout William Forsythe,
fifteen-year-old Star Scout Solomon Nejrue, and sixteen-year-old
Life Scout Richard Carter similarly stepped forward to receive
their certificates and chocolate bars, and they huddled together
to come up with the punishment for the losers of the relay, the
Snowshoe Hares Team of the Cub Division consisting of cherubic
seven-year-old Wolf Cub Rickey Farnsworth, chubby eight-year-old
Bear Cub Lucas Spinner, and ten-year-old Webelos Mario Gonzalez,
and the Grey Wolf Team of the Scouts consisting of swarthy
thirteen-year-old Second Class Scout Juan Gonzalez,
fifteen-year-old First Class Scout Benny Brewster, and ruggedly
handsome sixteen-year-old Star Scout Tyson Cobb, one of Crestview
Heights High School heartthrobs.  The punishment, to honk and
flap their arms and waddle on their knees like a seal from one
end of the shelter to the other, was met with wide approval and
laughter by cubs and scouts alike.
	Matthew hung up the chart for the Trek to the Klondike
competition he'd made prior to the camporee and entered the
scores he'd given for the first event.  The scout teams had been
evenly matched when it came to balancing stronger and older
members with younger and less muscular members so it was no
surprise that the scores were all close, the Penguins receiving
four out of a total of five points mainly because having found
themselves in deeper, softer snow they were among the last to
drag their loaded sled across the meadow despite Billy's muscular
legs, and the Grey Wolves receiving a perfect score of five
thanks to Tyson's strength and broad shoulders, with the rest of
the scouts receiving scores of 4.5.  The cubs received the lower
scores largely because of some initial disorganization in who
would pull and who would push the sleds along with a lack of
muscle power even though their loads were lighter, the Polar
Bears receiving the lowest score of the nine teams.  Receiving
their prizes, the Grey Wolves chose one of the traditional
punishments for novice members.  Having the Polar Bear Cub group
kneel before them, they had them stretch out their arms in front
of them and bow to the floor in obeisance while chanting the
ancient Asian oath of deference "Oh-wah  . . .  an-ah   . . . 
siam" faster and faster until to the amusement and laughter of
those watching they realized that they were really chanting, "Oh
what an ass I am."
	After everyone settled down once again, Matthew entered his
scores for the second event.  That the Marten Team consisting of
eleven-year-old Tenderfoot Scout Ryan Farnsworth (one of the
grandsons of Henry Farnsworth, the President of Wecare Pet
Supplies and the Brewster brothers' father's boss and one of the
two major financial backers of the Cubs and Scouts),
fifteen-year-old Star Scout Eric Maartin (who had suggested the
name for their team) and seventeen-year-old Brett Brewster had
the lowest score came as no surprise considering the problems
they'd encountered and the harrowing ride Ryan had taken on the
other side of the hill.  Although everyone knew the Polar Bear
cub team had done well, everyone, including themselves, was
surprised when they'd been given a perfect score.  There was
angry disagreement over their scores from the Arctic Fox and
Wolverine teams who'd been marked down because of a lack of
cooperation and coordination among the three members of each
team, and they had to be reminded that the decision by the
Camporee Leader was deemed final and not open to debate and that
he could, and would, disqualify them from the competition if they
insisted on making a fuss.
	The Polar Bears almost ran out of time deciding on a punishment
for the losing team who would otherwise have had to pay no
penalty for having lost the event.  Charles Elwood finally came
up with an idea at the last moment that they should be spanked
for losing the event.  Charles, clad only in his underwear, sat
on one of the picnic tables and as Brett stepped up onto the
bench he unzipped and unbuckled his trousers and dropped them. 
Pushing down his boxers, he stood there in his scout cap,
necktie, and scouting sash and khaki shirt with his red,
heart-shaped Life Scout patch and seventeen merit badges, and
equally impressive and envied, his long, thick, four-and-a-half
inch dick dangling between his legs, causing many of them to
wonder just how large it was hard.  Bending over Charles' lap, he
told the ten-year-old cub to go ahead and slap him as hard as he
could.  Chucky, as the Brewster brothers customarily called him,
readily obeyed and the first of ten loud, solid slaps echoed in
the room.  By the time Chucky was done, the Life Scout's smooth
ass was, to everyone's amusement, a bright pink the result of
being spanked by the Webelos Cub.  As he stood, those who'd
observed closely and were not ashamed to look, noticed that his
dick had swollen by a half inch, and the really observant,
noticed a very distinct bulge tenting out young Chucky's tight
white briefs.
	Seven-year-old Wolf Cub Alex Garner's dark brown eyes sparkled
with amusement and he giggled uncontrollably as he took Chucky's
place and Eric Maartens took Brett's.  The handsome
fifteen-year-old Star Scout with his almost white-blond hair and
dark eyebrows was fully clothed and he blushed with embarrassment
as he dropped his trousers and pushed down his boxers, though the
pendulous balls and pink sausage hanging below his blond bush
were nothing to be ashamed of.  Not wanting to be outdone by
Chucky who to Alex's surprise had not only really spanked Brent
Brewster, but had spanked him hard, he gave Eric's exposed butt a
resounding slap that surprised everyone and caused Eric to jerk
with the shock and the pain.  Encouraged, Alex gave him another.
Having soaked his clothes and his change of clothes, like Chucky
Alex was also wearing only his tight white briefs.  Each time he
slapped Eric's bare butt Eric jerked and he could feel the
teenager's dick sliding over his, the two separated by only his
thin cotton underwear.  To Alex's surprise it felt pleasant, and
to his even greater surprise, he felt his dicky starting to get
hard, a condition that up until that moment he had only
experienced upon getting up in the morning and having to take a
bad pee.  Eric of course could feel his dick sliding over the
young cub's dicklet and he could feel the cub's dick getting
hard, which to his surprise and consternation caused his own to
begin to swell.  To his relief, he was swollen but still limp
when the spanking was finally over.  As Alex stood and jumped off
the picnic bench, the tenting of his briefs was evident and
Chucky gave him a nudge and a knowing wink, causing the youngster
to blush and at the same time beam proudly.
	Like his teammates, six-year-old Davey Kleinsauser had also
gotten soaked as had his spare change of clothes, forcing him to
wrap a towel about his loins.  Eleven-year-old Ryan Farnsworth on
the other hand had managed to reach the picnic shelter with a dry
change of clothes.  He dropped his trousers and boxers and lay
across the Tiger Cub's lap somewhat stiffly, favouring his
bruised rib but assuring Matthew Winsloe that he was all right
and telling Davey to spank him just as hard as the others had. 
He wouldn't be much of a scout if he couldn't take a spanking
from a six-year-old cub after all.  Following the example of his
two teammates and doing what was expected of him, Davey began to
slap the Tenderfoot Scout for all he was worth, causing his towel
to slip off his lap by his third slap and resulting in the dicks
of the two boys to rub against each other with each slap.  Being
a typical boy, Davey had discovered the pleasure of fiddling with
himself back in kindergarten and like most boys he'd been told by
his parents that it was wrong and he'd done his best to stop. 
Feeling that familiar pleasure as a result of having another
boy's penis rubbing against his was totally new, and highly
erotic, and by the sixth slap his dicky was stiff and sticking up
between his legs.  As for Ryan, the eleven-year-old grade six
student was no stranger to masturbation and the pleasure of
having his dick rubbing against another boy distracted him from
the pain of his bruised rib and scraped knuckles.  He naturally
focussed on the pleasure and squirmed not so much because of the
smacking of his bum but to increase the pleasure between his
legs.  Feeling the six-year-old Tiger cub get hard was wicked,
and caused him to pop a boner himself.  As he stood and stepped
down he tried, unsuccessfully, to hide his condition behind his
hand.  Of course those who noticed were quick to point out his
condition to those who had not noticed with much giggling and
teasing much to his embarrassment so that the cheeks of his face
were as crimson as the cheeks of his ass.  Davey, on the other
hand, innocently displayed his little erection for one and all to
see, and he beamed happily as his teammates giggled and winked at
him and he glanced shyly at his best buddy and fellow Tiger Cub,
six-year-old Samuel Pippin as he bent down to retrieve his towel
and wondered if Samuel's had ever gotten hard like that.
	The event requiring them to cross the gully was again won by a
cub team, the Caribou, which came as a surprise to nobody.  As to
the two teams that had encountered the greatest difficulty, the
Arctic Fox team because of their bickering and disagreement with
each other in getting the sled across, or the Lynx team
consisting of thirteen-year-old Second Class Scout Joshua Aldin,
fifteen-year-old First Class Scout Justin Fording, and
seventeen-year-old Life Scout Brent Brewster who had lost both a
member, Joshua, now clad only in a brief towel, and their sled in
the gully, the Arctic Fox team beat out the Lynx by half a point.
 It didn't take the cub team long to come up with a fit
punishment for the older scouts, who had to hang from the rafters
and hop about on the tables acting like monkeys.  While Joshua
and Brent dragged their knuckles on the tables and stuck out
their lips and hooted and scratched their armpits, Justin, who
had gotten thoroughly soaked and had stripped off his clothes and
gone naked, clowned around to the amusement of everyone, hanging
from the rafters with one hand and hooting as he stroked his
balls and his dick with the other as many had frequently observed
in the monkey cages in the Crestview zoo.  The fifteen-year-old
First Class Scout was naturally mischievous and having associated
with his best buddy, equally mischievous and outgoing Benny
Brewster, since the Brewsters had moved to Crestview Heights, he
had become more daring and impulsive.  He and Benny having messed
around with each other on many occasions, initially as a result
of having gotten horny watching Justin's older brother making out
with his girlfriend and later in that natural openness of two
buddies who knew and enjoyed the pleasure of being a boy and of
good buddies pleasuring each other, he wasn't as inhibited nor as
self-conscious about revealing his boyhood as most teenage boys
his age were.  Of course it helped being well hung.
	The Martens redeemed themselves in the next event, getting a
perfect score of five while the Wolverines in their haste had
first of all done a poor job of splinting their injured member's
leg, and then in their haste and disagreement with each other had
spilled out the contents of their food sack and had tipped their
poor member in the snow while manoeuvring the obstacles in their
path.  They could not argue their poor mark, but they did object
strenuously against the punishment the winning team chose for
them, to drop to their knees and kiss the naked feet (a pun on
defeat Brett had come up with) of each of the winning members. 
Annoyed by their poor sportsmanship and by their earlier
criticism of his scoring, Matthew Winsloe ruled that the
punishment was fitting without really giving it much thought.  Of
course they protested but they knew he had ultimate authority as
judge, and the likelihood that their claim that it was a form of
hazing would be supported by the scout leaders if they reported
it to them upon their return home would be slight.  Besides, the
rest of the scouts were in full support of the punishment and
Matthew's decision and to not go along with it was being seen as
poor sportsmanship.
	Kenji Nejrue felt especially humiliated as he dropped to his
knees and bent over to kiss the feet of each of the white boys. 
Although they all treated him fairly in the presence of the scout
leaders, he knew there were some who were prejudiced against
blacks, including Rowland Carter who was on his team and
Rowland's brother Richard.  Their father had openly spoken out
against blacks and Mexican-Americans being members of the scouts,
blacks because in his words it would not be fair to expect them
to meet the same BSA standards as white boys given their genetic
mental and physical inferiority, and Mexican-Americans because
they were lazy, untrustworthy, dirty and unable to follow rules
or laws.  Rowland had in fact objected to Kenji being on their
team, using the same arguments as his father, but then he didn't
want the oldest Gonzalez brother, the swishy Brewsters and their
kind, nor in his words a "sweet, do-gooder Farnsworth" either,
and that didn't leave any alternatives left.  It had been his
attitude toward Kenji, whom he blamed for their failure, that had
been in part the result of their low score and he scowled darkly
as he knelt before the winning team and kissed each white boy's
stinking feet.  They would pay for this humiliation before the
weekend was over.
	As for their team leader, Wallace Forsythe, like his uncle, one
of the wealthiest men in Crestview and the other major sponsor of
the cubs and scouts, and like his older cousin whom he mirrored
in handsomeness and arrogance, he had an inflated ego to go along
with his macho attitude and to be made to kiss another boy's feet
was a sign of submission and weakness.  Not only that, the leader
of the winning team, Brett Brewster was, along with his twin
brother, rumoured to be a fag, which made the act even more
humiliating and debasing.  Like Kenji, he silently swore the
Marten team, and especially Brett Brewster, would pay for
treating him like a stinking nigger before the weekend was over.
	That the Arctic Foxes received the lowest score for the event
requiring them to tie their food bags in the air had again come
as no surprise to anyone and they themselves could not argue the
score.  The Wolverines, and especially their leader, smarting
from the humiliation they'd just experienced, again protested the
scoring when they received a half point lower than the winning
team, the Lynx, putting them in second place along with the
Penguins who also received a half point lower.  Wallace Forsythe
angrily declared that there was no way they were equal to the
Penguins and argued that they had done better than the Lynx team.
 He was about to charge Matthew Winsloe with being biassed and
even suggest that he was gay given rumours about Brent Brewster
the Lynx leader, and especially since he'd given second highest
points to the Penguins whose leader, Billy Hollis, was also
rumoured to be Brent's lover, but he knew his comments would only
be seen as sour grapes.  Besides, Matthew Winsloe was highly
respected by the scout troop, and by the scoutmasters, and such
an accusation would not endear him to either.
	When the winning team announced their punishment, that the
Arctic Fox show their obeisance like the Wolverines had, except
instead of feet they were to kiss the asses of the winners,
needless to say the Arctic Fox objected loudly that such an act
was undignified for a scout, and undignified for any scout to
even suggest.  Already angry with the objections the Wolverines
had made and fed up with the attitude of the Arctic Fox team and
their questioning of his authority, again Matthew Winsloe found
in favour of the winning team, and needless to say, the idea of
the three Arctic Fox, most of whom few of the other scouts liked,
being forced to kiss ass was met with uproarious approval by the
rest of the cubs and scouts.  Richard Carter was about to flatly
refuse but rumblings of being a spoilsport and a poor looser
coming from the crowd of boys bruised his pride and he
impulsively decided to show them all that a Carter was willing to
take his punishment like a man.  He said as much to the others as
he knelt on the floor and glared at Brent as he lowered his
trousers and boxers and bent over.  As his lips lightly and
quickly brushed against Brent's smooth ass and he began to stand,
his action was met with a round of boos from those watching and
the observation that it hadn't been a kiss at all.  Someone even
observed that he evidently didn't know how to kiss and another
wondered if that was how he kissed his girlfriend Lindsey Trowe.
Grasping Brent's hips, Richard angrily leaned forward and the
sixteen-year-old Life Scout planted a long, loud, smacking kiss
on his ass cheek to the cheers and approval of those watching. 
Sitting back and looking smugly up at Justin Fording as the naked
fifteen-year-old stepped forward and turned and presented his
ass, Richard had managed to save face, but he swore like Kenji
Nejrue and Wallace Forsythe that he would get even before the
weekend was over.
	Like his younger brother, Solomon Nejrue took particular
exception to kissing a white boy's ass, and like his brother and
like Richard Carter the fifteen-year-old swore each of the three
boys would pay for this humiliation as he was forced to not just
kiss the ass of each of them, but to kiss with as much flourish
as Richard had.  Twelve-year-old William Forsythe was just as
proud as his older brother and even more humiliated having to
kiss another boy's ass, and like his older brother and many
others there, the homosexual implications of the act was not lost
upon the Second Class Scout.  His face flushed crimson with anger
and humiliation, he leaned forward as each boy bent before him,
his eyes filled with hatred.  As each of the winning members,
Joshua Aldin, Justin Fording and Brent Brewster bent over to
receive their kisses, knowing the prejudices and attitudes of the
three boys on their knees, they didn't feel sorry for the losers
in the slightest.
	Those keeping a running total of the scores for the events could
not safely predict an overall winner nor looser for the total six
events, the scores being that close to each other.  From their
disastrous results, everyone expected the Wolverines to lose the
last event that had required them to start a fire and melt a can
of snow, and a low score would put them close to the Arctic Fox
at the bottom of the nine teams.  As for a winner, the rest of
the scout teams were only slightly ahead of the cub teams, and
the final result for the last event had been close for all of
them.
	Everyone pressed forward and held their breath as they watched
Matthew fill in the scores for the final event.  Everyone
received a four except for two teams, the Wolverines receiving a
one, even lower than everyone expected, and to everyone's
surprise the Snowshoe Hares of the cub team receiving a perfect
score of five.  The win came as a surprise to even them as they
hadn't won any of the previous events and their scores for most
of the Klondike race events had been in the mid range.  Even
though it came as a surprise and the final event had been
remarkably close, nobody questioned nor begrudged them their win
as the surprised and excited cubs whooped and jumped about in
glee, undoubtedly the happiest of all the winners that evening.
	It took them the full two minutes to come up with a punishment,
and when they announced the combined ideas of the two oldest
members, that the losing team stick a wiener in their assholes
and then wiggle their butts and sniff and lick the winners' balls
like they were dogs, the entire room broke up with laughter and
resounding jeers as they looked at the losing team.  Even more of
a surprise than the Snowshoe Hares' win was that the Wolverines
made no effort to object, and Matthew Winsloe made no move to
disallow the punishment.  Having had a problem kissing the feet
of their fellow scouts, Kenji, Rowland and Wallace had an even
greater issue with sticking a boiled wiener up their asses and
kissing the balls of three preteen scouts.  By then they knew
there was no point objecting however, the punishment evidently
being okayed by the senior and ranking scout and wildly supported
by the rest of the cubs and scouts.  They knew they could protest
once they got back home, which at that point in time they were
definite they would do even though it would be seen as squealing
and would put them out of favour with their fellow scouts, but
that didn't mean much, the three believing that they would be
justified and knowing that they weren't that well liked by the
rest of the troop anyway.
	Needless to say, on the other hand seven-year-old Wolf Cub
Rickey Farnsworth, eight-year-old Bear Cub Lucas Spinner who had
come up with the wiener idea, and ten-year-old Webelos Mario
Gonzalez who had come up with the dog idea were ecstatic and
practically delirious with joy as the three scouts reluctantly
and shamefacedly dropped their trousers and underwear.  Accepting
the wieners without comment, they reached behind themselves and
slowly and awkwardly inserted them up their assholes to
everyone's amusement, and the amazement of the more innocent and
the younger boys, all of whom had heard and at times used the
expression to "stick it up your ass" themselves but had never
seen nor expected to see it done.
	Mario, proudly dressed in his full Webelos uniform and sash
displaying his Webelos and nineteen activity badges and with his
metal compass point emblem attached to the button on his right
pocket, stood before Rowland Carter and dropped his trousers and
boxers.  Knowing the opinion Rowland had regarding
Mexican-Americans being in the scouts, he looked down smugly as
the fourteen-year-old First Class Scout knelt there in his
uniform with his trousers and underwear pulled down and a wiener
protruding out of his asshole and sniffed his balls and ran his
tongue over them as he wagged his butt.  For Roland this was the
ultimate indignity and he added the stinking wetback and his two
brothers to the list of those he was going to make pay for his
humiliation.  Beside him Kenji Nejrue sniffed Lucas's hairless
balls and licked them, causing the chubby young Bear Cub to pop a
boner, nobody aware that the bright, inquisitive eight-year-old
spent his after-school hours waiting for his parents to come home
in boy-love chat rooms and that already there was a growing
collection of webcam shots of him fiddling with himself and
inserting objects up his rectum being swapped on the Internet.
	Young seven-year-old Rickey Farnsworth, on the other hand, was a
total innocent.  With his curly golden-brown hair curled over his
ears and across his forehead, large chocolate brown eyes, and
button nose, he not only looked like a cherub but had the sweet,
innocent personality of one also.  He had never heard of boy-love
or gay chat rooms and as far as he knew the sole purpose of
having a penis was to pee with it.  As for the other two things
dangling between his legs he hadn't even had a name for them
until that moment.  Needless to say what they were doing was all
bewildering and new and just plain fun.


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