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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 2 OF 2

	In the excitement of the last event, everyone had forgotten
about adding up the scores to determine the overall winners and
losers.  As the six participants pulled their trousers and
underwear back up, after the Wolverines had, with much winkling
of noses and "eewwwing" forced the wieners back out of their
rectums and disposed of them in handfuls of paper napkins,
everyone turned their attention back to the chart as Matthew
totalled up the scores for each group.  With their loss in the
food-hanging event and low marks for pulling their sled up the
hill, for crossing the gully, and for carrying one of their
members on the sled, the Arctic Fox ended up with the lowest
score, just half a point below the Wolverines, and to their
embarrassment below the three cub teams, all three of which ended
up in the middle of the nine teams.  The winners were a surprise
to everyone.  Although they had lost the very first event of the
day, the snowshoe relay race, and had come in next to last in the
seal relay event, and although they had not won a single event in
the Trek to the Klondike competition, they had scored four out of
five points for four of the events and four and a half for the
stretcher and food-hanging events.  The consistency of the
Penguins in the six Klondike events had paid off with the highest
total, beating out their closest competitors by one point.  They
were just as surprised at their win as the Snowshoe Hares had
been for theirs, and the three boys whooped and pranced about
just as loudly and as proudly.
	They debated for less than a minute on the penalty the Arctic
Fox would have to pay.  None of them held the members of the
losing team in much regard.  Billy Hollis knew how the entire
Carter family felt about him and his family and about him being
in the scouts.  With him and Richard Carter both vying for the
rank of Eagle Scout, Richard had never come out directly and
accused him of being gay or not worshipping God, but he'd hinted
about the possibility within hearing of the troop leaders and he
knew that it wasn't just because he was as intolerant as his
father.  It was a dirty, mean attempt to discredit him.  What
made him even angrier was that when it came to religion, he knew
Richard was a righteous bigot and didn't have a quarter of the
faith and dedication he had for his own religion.
	Bobby similarly knew that William Forsythe, like his older
brother, supported his uncle and cousin's viewpoint on excluding
gays in the scout movement, and he had made snide remarks
numerous times and in his presence about the sexual orientation
of his older brothers Brent and Brett, which of course the two
would not have denied had he'd had the courage to ask them
directly.  He also knew that the Forsythes supported the Carters
in their prejudice against blacks and Mexicans.  Having friends
of many colours including blacks and Mexicans, and enjoying sex
with other guys like his three brothers did, he had no love for
William Forsythe.  As for Solomon Nejrue, Bobby knew his bullying
was in retaliation to the prejudice many had simply because of
his black skin, but that didn't make it right.  Being in scouts
had tempered his aggression and anger somewhat, but he still
acted as if the world owed him something because of the colour of
his skin which irritated a lot of people.  Both Bobby and his
best friend Aaron had experienced his chip on the shoulder
attitude and bullying first hand when they'd entered grade seven
the previous year and Solomon had strutted around as a junior
high school senior.
	So, it was with a smirk of pure revenge that Billy Hollis
announced that the earlier events had gotten him feeling horny
and that as his punishment he wanted Richard Carter to get him
off, leaving it up to him if that was by giving him a blow job or
bending over and getting screwed.  Bobby and Aaron said with
impish grins that they were feeling the same and left the same
choices up to William and Solomon.  Needless to say the entire
group of boys went wild with the idea, not just because they held
little love for the three Arctic Fox but because what the
Penguins were suggesting was daring, vulgar and taboo.  Also
needless to say, the Arctic Fox objected strenuously to the
punishment.  Having little sympathy for them himself and knowing
that the Penguins had the support of almost every boy there, and
that to rule against them would not make him very popular,
Matthew Winsloe again ruled in favour of the winning team even
though he knew the punishment was not in keeping with scouting
beliefs and would never had been proposed had there been adult
supervisors present.  He knew too that he was taking a big risk
approving it.
	Richard Carter retorted adamantly that there was no way he'd do
it and that he'd be reporting Matthew's behaviour and that of all
the others to the head scoutmaster when he returned.  His
declaration was followed with immediate dead silence.  He looked
around the picnic shelter in defiance and anger, a smile curling
his lips as he saw the guilt, fear and shock on the faces around
him.  He had them by the balls and he delighted in the power he
had over them and in the admiration he saw in the faces of the
other members of his team and in their brothers, all of whom felt
as he did.
	"Are you challenging the Camporee Leader?" asked Tyson Cobb, his
voice calm and quiet in contrast to Richard's as he slowly stood.
 Although only a Star Scout and outranked by six others at the
outing, including Richard himself, Tyson was highly respected and
a natural leader, just as his grandfather was.  Everyone knew the
implications of challenging a senior scout.
	"Are you challenging me?" Richard countered, himself a Life
Scout and of a higher rank than Tyson.
	"Just clarifying for everyone here," Tyson said, "for when we
get back and we're questioned about what went on this weekend."
	The others glanced nervously at each other.  They'd be asked
about more than just the challenge of Matthew's authority. 
They'd be asked about everything.  Although most of what they'd
done was innocent fun, there were a few of the punishments they
were sure their supervisors would not see with the same
enlightenment as Matthew had.  One by one they turned their
attention to Richard.  Threatening to squeal to their adult
supervisors on what they'd done did not sit well with any of
them.  There were whispers of rat fink and squealer and suckhole
as they fidgeted.  To Richard's surprise, his fortunes had
suddenly reversed.
	"Well, things needn't go beyond this camporee, if they don't
have to," Richard said hesitantly, trying to find some
negotiating room.  He was no fool and knew he'd be making a lot
of enemies if he went to the adults, and that included his
younger brother and his good friend Wallace Forsythe, neither of
whom would relish confessing to the adults that they'd dropped
their pants and stuck wieners up their butts and had licked the
nuts of three underage boys.
	"They don't have to," Tyson observed flatly.  The implication
that they didn't have to if the Arctic Fox simply did what they'd
been challenged to do didn't have to be said.
	"Hey, I really had you all going there for while, didn't I?"
Richard chuckled awkwardly.  "Of course I'm not challenging our
Camporee Leader, or going to go to the adults," he snorted as if
they were fools to have thought he'd do something like that. 
"Now if it's a good fuck you're looking for, then you picked the
right man," he continued, looking at Billy cockily and thinking
as fast as he could as he unbuckled his trousers.  "Listen
carefully and I'll give you a few hints for your first time
taking a woman up the ass."
	Several retorts came to Billy's mind, like asking Richard if
having sex with him would be that much like having sex with a
woman, or telling him that after Richard had sex with him Richard
would never be satisfied with a woman, but he wisely kept quiet.
He knew Richard was trying to save face making as if it had all
been a joke, and with the insinuation that he preferred guys to
women with the special emphasis he'd put on women.  He also knew
if he made any type of comment Richard would use it as an excuse
to back out and blame him, and he was not about to give him that
chance.
	William Forsythe was another who hadn't been fooled by Richard's
bluster.  He knew exactly why he'd backed down and why he'd said
what he'd said, and he quickly followed suit to make the best out
of an embarrassing and humiliating situation himself.  Dropping
to his knees in front of Bobby, he asked if anyone had brought
along a magnifying lens, to the amusement of his older brother
and close friends whose excessive laughter was clearly forced. 
Bobby immediately opened his mouth for a smart retort, but the
thirteen-year-old caught Billy's shake of the head not to. 
Although to remain silent was exceedingly difficult for Bobby, he
shut his mouth.  He wasn't exactly sure of Billy's reasoning, but
he figured he'd show them anyway. Once he got a boner and they
saw just how well hung he was the joke would be on William.
	Solomon, bewildered by the sudden turn of events and blinded by
his feelings of oppression and prejudice, had no idea why his two
partners had given in so quickly and he felt a flare of anger
with them for not having left him any choice himself.  He could
not very well refuse to accept the punishment all on his own when
his two teammates had agreed, and he knew what people would think
and what the chance of success was of a black Star Scout
challenging a white Eagle Scout if he were to carry out Richard's
threat.  Weighing which of his two alternatives was the lesser of
the two evils, he decided that having a dick up his ass was
better than having it in his mouth.  Besides, the
thirteen-year-old second-class scout didn't look like he had much
between his legs.  He reluctantly began to unbuckle his belt. 
Having been the object of Solomon's jokes and putdowns on
numerous occasions being small and mild-mannered, Aaron really
didn't care if Solomon took his dick up his ass or in his mouth.
Either would be demeaning.
	Comfortable with his nakedness, Billy had not bothered dressing
after their dash around the shelter in the snow.  Nor was the
young Wiccan in any doubt about his sexual prowess or
self-conscious about engaging in sex publically, having engaged
in too many Wiccan orgies and naked ceremonies to give it a
second thought.  Telling Richard Carter to remove his trousers
and underwear completely instead of leaving them wrapped about
his ankles so he could spread his legs farther and open his hole
wider so it wouldn't hurt as much, he dropped to his knees and
began to stroke his cock.  From Billy's comments it was evident
he knew what he was talking about and Richard had a sinking
feeling that it was Billy who was going to be giving him some
pointers about anal sex.  He was right of course.  Working up a
gob of spit, Billy drooled it over his index finger and spreading
apart Richard's ass cheeks with his other hand, he inserted the
tip of his finger in his pink pucker and thrust his finger
forward.
	Richard inhaled sharply with pain and the unique experience of
being penetrated.  Billy could have been gentler and used more
spit for lube but he had no love for Richard and his attitudes,
and it was time to make him pay for the things he'd been saying
behind his back.  He twisted his finger about, loosening up the
virgin hole and Richard grimaced with the pain and humiliation. 
While goosing Richard, Billy stroked his cock until he was erect.
 At five-foot-six and a hundred and twenty pounds, the
seventeen-year-old was short and thin for his age, but his body
was all sinew and muscle and he was not lacking in endowment, his
hairy balls large, pendulous and dark and his stiff cock slender
but almost seven inches in length from the base to the tip of his
mushroom-shaped cap which he now lubed with spit.
	Pulling apart Richard's ass cheeks and stretching open his
asshole, Billy positioned the tip of his cock against the
reddened opening and began to slowly press forward.  He was rock
hard as only a seventeen-year-old boy can be, and he had done
this plenty of times, with boys and men, some more experienced
than he and others virgins.  He inhaled and exhaled deeply as he
pushed forward, bending over and whispering in Richard's ear to
push out with his abdomen like he was taking a shit.  Straining
with the effort and his anus being stretched open wider than it
ever had in his life, Richard did so willingly if it was going to
lessen the pain and help Richard get his dick up his ass.  He
just wanted to get this over with.  He inhaled and exhaled
sharply, snorting like a stuffed pig as he felt Billy's knob
stretching his anus open wider and wider until finally he felt
his knob pop inside his rectum and his sphincter slip over the
rim of his glans.  Inhaling deeply, Billy grasped the
sixteen-year-old virgin Life Scout' hips and eased his cock up
his rectum until his hairs were pressing against the gasping
scout's naked ass.
	Bobby was also naked from their dash around the shelter and like
Billy also comfortable with his nakedness and having sex in front
of others, being by nature frank and extroverted, and like all
thirteen-year-olds, constantly horny.  He leered down at the
fellow Second Class Scout fully dressed in his khaki scouting
uniform right down to his tie and cap as he knelt before him and
reluctantly reached out and raised his partially-aroused dick. 
From the disgust on his face he clearly did not want to be doing
this, which made it all the better.  Bobby loved cock himself and
loved humiliating pompous assholes like William and especially
forcing them to engage in things they put down others for doing.
Inhaling deeply, William parted his lips and slipped his mouth
over Bobby's dickhead and began to suck.  Bobby immediately
stiffened and he stood there in delight as he concentrated on the
thrills rippling through his blood-engorged knob and up his
shaft.  This was clearly William Forsythe's first time from his
awkwardness and sole focus on sucking, and that made it all the
hotter.  Glancing over at his best buddy, Aaron Porter, Bobby
winked and the two thirteen-year-old buddies grinned at each
other.
	 Aaron was naked like the other two members of his team, though
not as comfortable with his nudity as they were.  The
thirteen-year-old Second Class Scout had been introduced to the
joys of sex by Aaron on President's Day two years ago, and since
then the two buddies had tried every form of sex between two guys
that they could think of to see what it was like.  Of all the
things they did together, Aaron preferred fucking ass, which was
good because Bobby's favourite was getting his ass fucked.  So,
as Solomon removed his trousers and underwear as Richard had done
and knelt on the floor and spread apart his legs, he had no idea
that he was about to be fucked by a pro even though the
thirteen-year-old Second Class Scout was two years his junior.
	As they watched Bobby, Aaron and Billy getting it on, the other
scouts, many standing there naked or in their underwear or with
their loins gird in only a hand towel, could not help feeling a
stirring between their legs.  They were, after all, healthy,
red-blooded boys with raging hormones and in most cases having no
way to relieve the natural urges that came with adolescence, most
just at that age where making out with girls had become a prime
objective but none of them being in relationships that were close
enough to achieve that goal.  Even the oldest of those who were
heterosexual were not sexually active, either simply because of
the lack of opportunity or because of the moral upbringing of
abstinence they and the girls they tended to go out with had. 
Many even did not seek satisfaction by use of their hand or with
a buddy because of their rigid upbringing and the heavy guilt
trip laid on them by their parents and ministers, besides a naive
unawareness that the temptation to do so was natural and common
among boys their age.  As for the younger scouts and the cubs,
they were of an age where neither girls nor sex had yet come of
interest, and for some, girls were even still considered pariahs.
	There were exceptions.  Benny could not just stand there and
watch his kid brother joyfully getting his dick sucked by a
straight boy without doing something.  "All right, party time!"
he announced with a grin.  Glancing at his buddy Justin Fording
standing beside him, Benny dropped to his knees and took his
naked buddy's dick in his mouth.  The two buddies had begun
messing around with each other almost from the first day they had
met, having the same healthy interest in sex.  Aroused by all the
action going on around him and finding no negative reaction to
Benny's lewd act, Justin guided Benny down to the floor beside
Bobby and William and the two fifteen-year-old First Class Scouts
formed a sixty-nine position.  Pulling down Benny's fly and
undoing his belt, Justin pushed down his trousers and his boxers
and immediately went down on the semierect dick.
	"Looks like they're having fun," Charles Elwood observed. 
Hero-worshipping the Brewster brothers, who had introduced him to
the pleasures of being a boy, he knew very well it was fun, but
already the grade five student knew the stigma associated with
guys who messed around with guys.  He knew it, but didn't
understand the reason, and didn't agree with it.  "Wanna try it?"
he asked tentatively, glancing at his classmate and fellow
Webelos Scout, ten-year-old Mario Gonzalez, who was standing
beside him.  Having been called a greasy wetback and bean-eater
at school and in the park, Mario knew there were many who had the
same attitude as the Carters and the Forsythes that
Mexican-Americans were dirty and unworthy of being Scout members.
 As a result he'd become particularly hesitant to do anything
that might draw attention to him or set him apart from the
"white" scouts.  He knew Charles didn't feel that way.  He'd
never have offered to mess around with him in front of everyone
if he had.  Doing what the others were doing, fitting in, was big
motivation, and doing it because Charles was a friend and dared
to do something with him in front of everyone was an even bigger
one.  Besides, he was ten, and curious.
	"Sure," he said softly with a bashful grin.  The two boys lay on
the floor beside Benny and Justin.  Charles was still wearing his
underwear and after having gotten his balls sniffed and licked by
Rowland, Mario had chucked his trousers and just pulled up his
briefs.  The two boys now reached over and pushed down each
other's tight whities, revealing their smooth pubes and tiny
balls and slender, limp dicklets.
	Noticing the look of bewilderment and hint of hurt at having
been left out on the face of their fellow Webelos Scout,
nine-year-old Michael Farnsworth, Charles looked up at him and
offered with an encouraging smile, "Let's all three do it." 
Although he'd never heard of guys sucking each other's dick
before and the thought of putting a guy's dick in his mouth was
repugnant, Michael was more relieved being included by his two
fellow Webelos Scouts than he was apprehensive about trying it. 
Charles had engaged in a three-way blow job numerous times with
the Brewster brothers and he swung his feet away from Mario to
make room for Michael.  As he got in position, Charles nuzzled
and mouthed Mario's limp, dusky sausage and slipped his lips over
it.  Being one of those who'd initially run around the shelter
naked, Michael had never put his clothes back on and Mario now
snuggled in closer and similarly mouthed his limp organ and
worked it into his mouth.  Hesitant and worried what it was going
to taste like and his heart speeding up in his chest, Michael
cautiously slipped his lips about Charles' limp cocklet,
completing the daisy chain.
	Thirteen-year-old Joshua Aldin, whose father was the cub
scoutmaster and one of Crestview's grade four teachers, had first
sixty-nined with his older brother on Boxing Day when his brother
was sixteen just over two years ago, and was finding the sight of
his fellow scouts sucking each other highly erotic.  Desperate to
find a partner before he popped a boner, a problem that happened
several times a day to the young teen and that would be
particularly embarrassing in that at the moment he was only
wearing a brief hand towel, he looked about frantically for a
partner, hesitant to openly engage in sex with another guy
despite his desperation and knowing the pleasure.  Seeing the
panic and desperation in the boy's eyes and knowing how he was
feeling, Brent Brewster approached him.  "So what do you say,
teammate?  Want to join a fellow monkey for some moneky fun?"
	"Sure," Joshua replied quickly in relief.  Brent was one of the
kindest and most patient of the senior scouts and everyone liked
him.  There couldn't be a better partner in the room.
	Brent reached over and untied Joshua's towel and letting it drop
to the floor, he reached over and fondled the rapidly growing
flesh and Joshua's tender, dangling balls.  Having removed his
trousers and drawn up his boxers after the Arctic Fox had kissed
his ass, Brent's arousal was evident, especially considering that
like all the Brewster males he was exceptionally hung.  Joshua
eagerly slipped his hand inside the open fly and fondled the
seventeen-year-old Life Scout's large, sweaty balls and then
slipping his fingers about the rapidly swelling cock, which
caused it to swell even faster, drew it out.  By then the naked
thirteen-year-old was fully erect and squirming with delight as
Brent gently and expertly stroked his aching cock.  As Joshua
began to stroke Brent's prick, pulling the foreskin up over his
knob and then slowly pulling it back to expose his
mushroom-shaped head, it was evident that Joshua knew how to
handle cock also.
	"If you want, I can suck it off for you," Bent offered,
whispering in Joshua's ear.  "I think you'll like it," he
continued, unaware of Joshua's sexual experience, "and it'll make
up for dumping you in the snow back there in the gully."  He'd
felt particularly bad about the accident, especially in that the
snow had been particularly deep and slushy and Joshua had gotten
soaked, along with his bedroll and the contents of his backpack.
	"If you really want to make it up for me, do me up the butt,"
Joshua whispered back with a shy smile, risking the chance that
the rumours about Brent and Billy Hollis being lovers were true
and that the two did each other that way.
	Brent snorted in surprise.  He'd felt sorry for Joshua standing
there about to pop a boner in front of everyone and had figured
he'd come to his rescue and maybe engage him in a mutual jerking
off, figuring that would be safe and that there was a good chance
that even a school teacher's son would have engaged in that
solitary pleasure.  Having noticed the thirteen-year-old's
interest in the daisy chain beside them, he'd decided to make the
offer to suck him off, figuring introducing the boy to receiving
oral sex would do no harm.  A good scout was helpful and kind
after all.  Joshua's counterproposal that he do it up his butt
was a total surprise.  It also revealed his innocence regarding
how difficult and painful that could be given the dick he was
presently wanking was seven and a half inches long and almost
three fingers thick.
	"I'm not sure you want me to do that," Brent replied with a
smile.  "That could prove painful considering my size, especially
for a virgin."
	"It's bigger than my brother's or my dad's," Joshua admitted,
looking up at Brent innocently, "but I'm no virgin.  I'd like to
try yours."
	Brent snorted again.  He knew he shouldn't be surprised.  It
just went to show how common guys messing around with other guys,
and brothers with brothers, was, and that sex between fathers and
sons could be found in any social strata, even teachers.  Nodding
for Joshua to follow him, Brent headed to the wall where they'd
stacked their backpacks and finding his and fishing around
inside, he took out a tube of lube that he'd brought just incase
he and Billy had an opportunity.  A good scout was prepared after
all, and he was close to achieving Eagle rank.  The
thirteen-year-old Second Class Scout grinned and quickly turned
and bent over and spread apart his legs.  Lubing up his middle
finger, Brent carefully inserted it and finger-fucked the eager,
happy thirteen-year-old for a minute, and then lubing up his
long, thick prod he placed the tip against the boy's quivering
pucker and grasping his hips, slowly pushed forward.  Joshua
immediately pushed out, opening his anus as wide as he could, and
despite the breadth of his knob, Brent found penetrating the boy
was not that difficult.  As he slowly sank his long, thick cock
up the boy's hot, moist rectum, he wrapped his arms about his
slender, smooth body and young Joshua sighed in total delight.
	Matthew Winsloe glanced around at the developing orgy in
surprise.  He had been getting it on with his uncle Charles ever
since his uncle had engaged in a wild orgy on Veteran's Day a
little over two years ago, thanks to a keg of beer laced with
several dozen Viagra tablets and a punch bowl spiked with several
packets of Spanish Fly that had seen the local scouts and cadets
giving the war veterans a day none of them would ever forget.  He
had come down with a cold and had been unable to participate on
that day but he'd heard all about it from his fellow scouts, and
it had been a few weeks later while visiting his uncle that his
uncle had made vague references to it and that had subsequently
resulted in his uncle making a pass at him and the until then
totally straight youngster had succumbed out of curiosity and out
of respect for his uncle.  Even with his knowledge and
experience, what was presently happening came as a surprise to
him.
	He had been raised to be open minded and tolerant, both of his
parents having a university education and having travelled not
just across the country but overseas besides.  He knew that the
scouts had to get on with the times if they were going to remain
relevant, something that they were already doing with the
introduction of more modern and relevant badges and uniforms and
scouting programs that reflected today's society and interests of
youth, not those of Lord Baden-Powell ninety years ago.  Knowing
first hand the pleasures of both gay sex and sex between
teenagers and adults, and between uncle and nephew, he found laws
against such pleasures absurd, and the BSA decision not to allow
gay scouts and leaders into the organization contrary to the
beliefs the scouts were supposedly to uphold.
	He also knew that as the senior ranking scout and the Camporee
Leader of this winter outing that others were looking to him for
what they should do.  On the one side were the Carters and
Forsythes and their followers like the Nejrue boys who held
traditional and intolerant views, views that he himself was not
in agreement with.  On the other side were those with very
liberal attitudes, the Brewsters, whom many suspected were gay,
or at least bi, the Farnsworths, who had three grandsons here on
the winter outing, and the Hollis's, who were rumoured to not
even be Christian.  Most of the others were in the middle, having
no strong views one way or the other, and there were always those
like Eric Maartens, who like his father, would side with
whichever group they felt was the winning side.  At the moment
thirteen of the twenty-eight cubs and scouts from both sides were
sexually involved and the rest were looking on in bewilderment
and confusion and looking to him for some direction.  This type
of situation wasn't covered in the Scouting manual.
	Sixteen-year-old Star Scout Tyson Cobb, named after his
seventy-seven-year-old grandfather who had been scout master for
three generations of boys and still was though nowadays he left
most of the physically-demanding responsibilities to several
assistant scoutmasters, also saw that the BSA had to wake up to
the realities of today's world or movements like Scouting For All
would continue to fracture the organization and drive away
perfectly good scouts and scout leaders.  With all the other
alternative groups seeking the attention of boys and funding, he
shared his grandfather's fear that the boy scouts in Crestview
Heights could collapse.  Unlike his grandfather who thought that
the gay orientation issue was just a big city matter, he knew it
was an issue across the country and from the largest metropolises
to the smallest villages.  Though he himself didn't know anyone
who was gay and could not see why any guy would want to have sex
with another guy or how he could find pleasure in performing such
disgusting acts as putting your penis up another guy's butt or
taking it in your mouth, he didn't hold their preference against
them and thought it was wrong for others to do so.
	It had been for that reason that the Star Scout was working
especially hard on achieving Life Scout with the goal of reaching
Eagle Scout.  Not only was achieving Eagle Scout a worthy goal
within itself on a personal basis, but he knew that having such a
position would give him more influence in what was happening and
was going to happen in the local troop.  Richard Carter and
William Forsythe already had Life rank, and Richard was working
on his Eagle requirements.  He did not want the likes of them to
take over leadership once Matthew and the older scouts, like the
Brewster twins, were gone, and he feared what would happen to the
local troop if they did.
	Watching the orgy developing around him and the fidgeting of the
rest of the scouts and cubs and having sensed the tension and
animosity that had been growing between the two camps throughout
that day, Tyson found himself in several quandaries.  Although
Matthew was senior scout and in charge this weekend, and though
there were five Life Scouts at the camporee, Tyson felt a
responsibility to take on a leadership role, not just to ensure
the group didn't break up into two rival, warring camps, but also
to serve as a role model for the younger and lower level scouts
at this unexpected turn of events.  That was his nature, and how
he had been raised.  He felt he had to be doing something even
though it was not his place given his rank and position. 
Besides, there was also the reputation and honour of his family
name to uphold.  It was something his grandfather would have
expected of him, but at the same time a scout was expected to be
loyal to his leaders.
	The other quandary was that if he believed in the Scouting
principles of honesty and tolerance, he should be siding with the
Brewster and Hollis side, but that meant engaging in something he
knew nothing about and that he found morally offensive and
physically distasteful, something his upbringing, his church, and
his training in the scouts told him was morally and legally
wrong.  It was easy to take the higher road of tolerance and
righteousness on a theoretical level, but quite a different
matter when it came to real-life practice and one had to put into
action what one preached.
	There was still a third quandary.  Whichever group he sided
with, he would be taking a big risk.  James Forsythe was a major
financial backer of the local troop and there was no question how
he and his two nephews on this winter outing felt about gay sex.
Condoning what was going on could ultimately result in the
withdrawal of his backing, something his grandfather had feared
two years ago.  On the other hand the other major financial
backer, Henry Farnsworth, was much more liberal in attitude on
matters such as sexual orientation and Tyson didn't want to do
anything that might jeopardize his support either.  At the same
time, he had three young, innocent grandchildren attending this
camporee, and how he'd feel about them being exposed to gay sex
and possibly even engaging in it Tyson had no idea.  If he were
truly liberal, he would not mind, but on the other hand they were
only seven, ten and eleven.
	Seeing Matthew stepping toward Brett Brewster, and aware of the
rumours that Brett and a handsome young Thai immigrant, Cam
Souyong, were lovers, Tyson made a decision.  Brett smiled as he
saw the two Scouts approach.  They were either coming to him for
advice, to seek his help in stopping what was beginning to
escalate, or to join in the fun with him as a partner. Neither
had, to his knowledge, ever had a gay experience, but he knew
both were liberal when it came to matters such as gay
orientation, and he placed his bet they were coming to him for
the third reason.  That would be wicked.  Not only would it be an
excellent opportunity to further their enlightenment, but it
would be an opportunity for him to engage in some hot sex with
two of the handsomest, best-built studs at Crestview Heights High
School.  Although he and Cam were in a relationship, they both
had an understanding when it came to such opportunities.
	"Winsloe, you really know how to throw one wicked camporee," he
said with a wide grin, figuring it best to take the initiative
incase he was wrong about their intentions.  "I don't know how
you managed it, but this is exactly what this troop needs right
now to bring it together."  Matthew opened his mouth to say that
he had nothing to do with initiating what was happening, but
before he could speak Brett wrapped his arms about him and gave
him a long, hot kiss.  "And, Cobb, putting Richard Carter in his
place, that was absolutely brilliant!  You really saved the day!"
he continued, wrapping an arm about him and giving the rugged,
muscular, sixteen-year-old a kiss also as Matthew stood there in
slack-jawed surprise.  He and his uncle had done a lot of things,
but kissing was not one of them.  As for Tyson, he hadn't even
kissed a girl yet.
	Brett wasted no time.  He was hot, and he knew the element of
surprise was working in his favour.  Pulling Tyson's shirt out of
his pants, he slipped his hands underneath and reached up and
caressed his chest.  It was broad and muscular, and developing a
nice mat of hair.  Smiling at Matthew as he glanced at him out of
the corner of his eye, Brett slipped his right hand out from
under Tyson's shirt and grabbing Matthew to them by his tie, he
gave him another kiss and began to unbutton his shirt.
	Having weighed the pros and cons, Matthew had in fact decided on
the side of honesty, trustworthiness, concern about others, and
respecting and understanding others' differences, solid scouting
beliefs, and had figured he could best be a role model by being
open about his own sexual orientation, and of all of those still
not sexually involved he figured Brett was the safest one to come
out with.  He hadn't expected him to react so decisively and so
suddenly before he had the opportunity to reveal his orientation.
 Tyson, having interpreted Matthew's action at least partially
correctly, had based his decision on the same principles as
Matthew had, but like Matthew, he had not expected Brett Brewster
to come on as strong as he had.  He was not disappointed.  He had
a lot to learn about gays.
	Brett of course was skilled at what he was doing, and it did not
take him long to get the two boys feeling horny.  He soon had
their shirts off and their nipples hard and fully aroused, and by
the time he got them out of their pants and underwear all three
of them were erect and aching to relieve the burning itch causing
their dickheads to ache.  Having noticed his twin brother
earlier, Brett availed himself of Brent's lube and greased up
Matthew's stiff cock and Matthew, to Brett's surprise, greased up
his asshole and rectum with a gentleness and skill that could
only mean he'd been wrong about the seventeen-year-old Eagle
Scout having never had sex with a guy before.  The two boys
dropped to their knees and Matthew soon had his six-inches up
Brett's hot, moist rectum.  As he began to thrust his cock in and
out of the seventeen-year-old's ass, Brett leaned forward and
went down on Tyson's long, impressive cock, taking in all six and
a half inches of it.  Still savouring his first mouth to mouth
kiss with a guy, Tyson stood there in surprise at the way his
cock was throbbing as the seventeen-year-old Life Scout deep
throated him.
	Seeing the senior scouts all eagerly and happily participating
in the sexual romp and the dark scowls on the faces of the
remaining seniors, Rowland Carter and Wallace Forsythe, fifteen
year old Star Scout Eric Maartens knew which was the winning side
and which side he'd rather be with.  Besides, he knew which side
his older, snobbish, pretentious brother would choose and
typically he selected the other side to distance himself from
him.  Glancing around to see who was not yet occupied, he found
other than Wallace and Rolland, there was nobody else close to
his age, and he certainly was not about to approach those two
given their scowls and knowing how they felt about gay sex. 
Stepping over to the threesome formed by Brett, Tyson, and
Matthew, he knelt down and took the knob of Brett's impressive
seven and a half inch cock in his mouth and began to suck.  If
you were going to suck up to someone, it might as well be someone
who had influence.  As for Brett, he and his three brothers had
daydreams about engaging in sex with the handsome Dutch stud for
years and Brett resolved to make the straight boy's first gay
experience one that would ensure he would be back for more. 
Running his fingers along Eric's thigh, he gently massaged the
tubular bulge he encountered for a minute before continuing on up
and pulling down the Star Scout's fly.
	With all the dick action going on around them, the six-year-old
Tiger Cubs, Davey Kleinsauser and Samuel Peppin, and the two
seven-year-old Wolf Cubs, Rickey Farnsworth and Alex Garner,
stood there staring with wide-eyed wonder, none of them having
ever even heard of guys doing what they were doing.  Glancing at
Samuel shyly, Davey asked if he wanted to try something, and
happily agreed when Samuel asked if he wanted to try sucking each
other's dink.  The two Wolf cubs on the other hand were intrigued
by the scouts screwing each other and decided to try poking each
other's butt.  Seeing the younger cubs pushing down their
trousers and underwear, eight-year-olds Emiliano Gonzalez, who'd
chosen to remain naked after his romp around the shelter, and
chubby Lucas Spinner, self-conscious about his weight and fully
clothed, decided to try sixty-nining, Lucas already knowing from
boylove chat rooms and encouragement from men and teens he'd met
on the Internet the pleasure he could give himself inserting
things up his butt and wanting to try something he could not do
by himself.
	Seeing his youngest brother slipping his lips about his buddy's
limp dick while his buddy began to suck on his, and his brother
Mario squirming with pleasure as he too sucked and was sucked,
thirteen-year-old Second Class Scout Juan Gonzalez looked about
for a partner and seeing eleven-year-old Tender Scout Ryan
Farnsworth alone he approached the younger boy.  "So, you wanna
do something?" he asked awkwardly, uncomfortable and unfamiliar
with what was going on but not wanting to be left out.
	"Sure," Ryan responded with a shrug, feeling just as awkward.
	"What you wanna do?"
	"I dunno, what do you wanna do?"
	"Don't matter.  I've never done nothing like this."
	"Me neither."
	"Did you see Brent and Matthew and Tyson kissing?" Mario asked.
If he was going to do something, it might as well be something
practical, and beginning to be interested in girls, he was
worried about looking like a fool in his first kiss.
	"Yeah," Ryan responded with a grin.  He'd never heard of guys
kissing before and they looked like they'd really enjoyed it.
	The two scouts slipped an arm about each other and tentatively
kissed.  Finding it awkward but not that unpleasant, they kissed
a second and third time, for practice.  Their lips were smooth
and their breaths smelled of Mars Bars.  Copying the older
scouts, they pulled each other's badge-festooned shirt out of
their trousers and unbuttoned them and caressed each other's
smooth chest and small, tender nipples.  To their surprise they
found the kissing and the caressing sending ripples of arousal
through their sensitive nipples and through their limp but slowly
swelling dicks.  Curious, they continued to kiss and caress as
they reached down and unzipped each other's fly.  Slipping their
fingers in through the openings of their trousers and underwear,
they wrapped them around the smooth, warm, swelling flesh
excitedly.
	Sixteen-year-old Life Scout Wallace Forsythe looked around in
disbelief and disgust.  Was everyone in the entire scout troop
and cub den a faggot?  He glanced over at his two teammates who
were surveying the tangle of naked and half-naked scouts and cubs
with equal surprise and disdain.  Their eyes met and a thought
flashed through each of their minds and was quickly rejected. 
They might be the only three left not engaged in some sexual
activity, but there was no way they were going to have sex with
each other.  The second thought was for the three of them to do
nothing, which would make them the only three of the entire group
not having sex, which did not sit well with them either.  As
adverse as they were to mess around with another guy, just the
thought of it giving them gooseflesh and causing their stomachs
to churn with nausea, being the odd men out was even worse. 
Spotting Bobby getting head from his younger brother William,
Wallace smiled as a brilliant and wicked idea struck him. 
Pushing down and stepping out of his trousers and boxers, he
walked over to the two of them and knelt down behind Bobby and
began to stroke himself.  He would avenge his brother, and
indirectly pay back Brett Brewster, by plowing the ass of his
smart-mouth thirteen-year-old brother.  That was just another of
a string of mistakes he'd made that weekend.  Although Bobby
didn't like the Forsythes, he didn't see getting his ass fucked
by one of them as humiliating nor an insult.  He loved cock, any
cock, and he loved getting his ass fucked.  So, as he felt
Wallace's swollen knob poking his backside, he eagerly opened up
to him.
	Fourteen-year-old First Class Scout Rowland Carter was surprised
by Wallace's action and for a moment bewildered, but seeing the
leer on Wallace's face as he prepared to sink his dick up the
youngest Brewster's ass, his reasoning slowly dawned on him.  It
was brilliant.  He quickly looked about the room, searching
particularly for a member of the Marten team or one of the
Gonzalez brothers he could seek his revenge on.  Spotting Billy
Hollis who was fucking his older brother Richard, he decided he
would be even better.  Like Wallace, he would be seeking revenge
for his brother who had been coerced into giving Billy head, and
at the same time get back at Brent Brewster by having his
supposed faggot lover suck his cock.  Chucking his trousers and
boxers also, he walked over to the seventeen-year-old Life Scout
and smugly wagged his limp cock in his face as he looked down on
him.  Although he was not a cock hound like Bobby and he knew
perfectly well why Roland had chosen him, Billy didn't take it as
being derogatory as he went down on Rowland's limp cock.  The
pompous homophobic asshole would be unable to deny the pleasure
he felt engaging in a sexual act with a guy by the time he was
done with him.
	Kenji Nejrue was at first perplexed by the action of his two
teammates also until he realized their motives.  Uncertain whom
he should approach, he glanced around uncertainly, finally
deciding on Aaron Porter who was fucking his older brother
Solomon.  Like his two partners, he figured by making the
thirteen-year-old white boy suck his black cock he'd avenge the
humiliation his brother was enduring.  Unfortunately for him, the
horny thirteen-year-old Second Class Scout missed his intention
and found the idea of sucking the younger brother of the one
sucking him erotic as he slipped his lips over the boy's limp,
black cock and began to suck.
	Anticipating everyone would be cold and soaked by the end of the
afternoon, the senior scouts had built up the fire in the wood
stove in the picnic shelter.  Combined with the natural heat of
twenty-eight vibrant, young bodies, the air was stifling, and now
accented by their physical exertion and their hot, hormone-laden
blood coursing through their veins, the air was heavy and humid.
As they thrust their hips and bobbed their heads faster and
faster as the pressure in their loins increased, the boys, naked
and half-naked, began to perspire.  As they concentrated on the
pleasure throbbing between their legs and on satisfying that
burning itch encircling their dickheads, the crowded shelter was
filled with the slurping sounds of sucking cock and the slucking,
flapping sound of lubed, stiff cocks pumping in and out of hot,
moist rectums and heavy, laboured breathing as the fully-charged
boys sucked in the moist air heavy with the scent of boy and
cock.
	As one by one the senior scouts gasped and groaned and clutched
their partners, the nutty fragrance of fresh cum was added to the
mix of sweat and cock and sucked in the lungs of the squirming,
gasping teens and preteens.  The dizzy pleasure of shooting off a
load up a hot, moist rectum was familiar to the likes of Billy
Hollis, Brent Brewster, Matthew Winsloe and Aaron Porter and they
grasped the buttocks of their partners tightly as they shoved
their spurting, burning cocks deep up their assholes, Brent and
Matthew hoping that their partners were enjoying it as much as
they were, Billy and Aaron focussing solely on their own pleasure
as they filled the assholes of the two unwilling straight scouts
they had screwed, but also delighted by the squirming of the
recipients of their cum and knowing the demeaned straight boys
could not deny the pleasure they were feeling getting fucked.
	For Bobby Brewster and Joshua Aldin getting a shot of hot cum up
the ass was a familiar experience also and the two young scouts
quivered with delight, Bobby squealing and spasming with a
powerful dry orgasm, the result of being screwed by Wallace
Forsythe and having his slender dick sucked by Wallace's brother
William, his delight evident to the two frustrated brothers who
had been intent on humiliating and getting even with him. 
Joshua, on the other hand, delirious with delight having Brent's
monster cock up his rectum and the seventeen-year-old filling him
with his hot stuff, quivered violently as he shot off, the
thirteen-year-old Second Class Scout's slender cock jerking
wildly and spraying the floor and anyone nearby with his thin,
watery cum, as much to Brent's delight as it was to Joshua's.
	Benny Brewster and his best buddy Justin Fording had sucked each
other off hundreds of times but as the two fifteen-year-old First
Class Scouts exploded in each other's mouth it was just as good
as the very first time they'd ever done it.  They quivered and
arched their backs with the pleasure throbbing through their
groins as they spurted out their thick, delicious seed, and they
gulped down each other's creamy offering eagerly, delighting in
their partner's climax as much as their own.  Drinking a load of
cum was no new experience for Billy Hollis either as he swallowed
the load of Rowland Carter, the fourteen-year-old First Class
Scout quivering and swaying weak-kneed as he shot off his load,
marvelling at how hot he'd gotten and how powerfully he'd shot,
thanks to Billy's expertise, which was particularly troubling for
the young homophobe and delightfully enjoyable for Billy.
	It was not Brett's first experience having his senses and his
mind assaulted from all sides with four-way sex either.  The
seventeen-year-old Life Scout quivered as he felt Matthew Winsloe
filling his ass with his hot load of cum, followed seconds later
by sixteen-year-old Tyson Cobb filling his mouth with his hot,
tart slime.  Contracting his anus and milking out Matthew's cum,
he eagerly sucked the thick, creamy marrow from Tyson's bone and
swallowed it as he felt his own nuts constrict and he shot out a
thick, copious load into the puckered mouth of handsome, young
Eric Maartin, the white-blond fifteen-year-old Star Scout arching
his back and his dark eyebrows while he too shot off a load, his
cum shooting up into the air and falling back down and over the
knuckles of Brett's jerk-off hand.  It was the most powerful
ejaculation the young fifteen-year-old had ever had, and in the
future his jerkoff sessions fantasizing about big-boobed Ashley
Whitford would be replaced with the unique pleasure of sucking
and being jerked off by Brett Brewster.  Having had sex with the
handsome, blond twin would certainly be on the minds of Tyson
Cobb and Matthew Winsloe in future jerk off sessions also, as
would the sight of the three handsome, senior scouts locked in a
climatic embrace as their thick cocks throbbed out the last of
their cum be on the minds of dozens of other scouts and cubs.
	For the straight boys Wallace Forsythe and Juan Gonzalez getting
off up another boy's ass was a totally new and bewildering
experience and they quivered and sighed with the unique pleasure
as they filled the rectums of their respective partners.  Both
were surprised at just how pleasant it was, which was
particularly vexing for a homophobe like Wallace who felt Bobby
Brewster's hot, moist rectum constricting and tightly squeezing
his stiff, aching cock with evident delight.  Despite himself,
Wallace found himself sighing with pleasure, which to his dismay,
did not go by unnoticed by his partner.  For Juan, getting a load
off up young eleven-year-old Ryan Farnsworth's tight bubble butt
was far better than any jerk off session he'd ever had in the
solitude of his bedroom, and he delighted in the feeling of the
young boy's hot, moist ass clasping his aching dick much as he'd
imagined a cunt would.
	Having figured having Billy Hollis stick his dick up his shit
hole would be the dirtier and more unpleasant act for Billy,
Richard Carter was dismayed at the evident delight with which
Billy climaxed.  Having a charge of hot, thick cum spurting up
his asshole was a new experience for him and one which brought
mixed feelings.  To his dismay Billy had clearly enjoyed it, and
between the massage of his prostate by Billy's cockhead and
feeling himself being filled with hot cum, the sixteen-year-old
Life Scout found himself shooting a thick, copious load of cum
with more power and pleasure than the straight teen had ever shot
before.  Not only that, Billy had made him squirm and buck like a
woman in the end, and the son of a bitch knew it.
	While the older scouts knew what was going on with their bodies,
that was not the case for many of the younger ones. 
Eleven-year-old Tenderscout Kenji Nejrue had no idea what was
happening to him and was regretting his decision as he felt his
stiff dicklet go numb.  Getting his dick sucked was an unnatural
act, and he was beginning to worry that instead of getting even
with Aaron Porter by having him suck his cock, Aaron was doing
him harm and he didn't know how to end it.  As he was struggling
if he should stop the teenage scout, he suddenly he felt a twitch
deep in his groin and an electric shock shoot up his stiff
cocklet as he experienced his first ever orgasm.  His balls,
drawn up tight below his dick, drew up even tighter as they tried
desperately to squirt out the cum that they were not yet mature
enough to produce and his legs quivered and jerked
uncontrollably.  Gasping with a combination of fear, wonder and
physical pleasure, he didn't know what to think.  Never had he
experienced anything like this.
	Kenji was not alone.  Of the three Webelos Cub Scouts, Charles
Elwood, Michael Farnsworth, and Mario Gonzalez, only Charles knew
what was happening and what to expect.  All three were madly
sucking on each other's slender, velvety cocklet and bobbing
their heads, delighting in the tingling pleasure the mouth
sucking their own little cocklet was bringing them and wanting to
bring to same pleasure to their fellow scout.  Michael's and
Mario's  little dicklets were stiff and aching like they'd never
felt them ache before, an ache that was both pleasant and
frightening, a pleasure they wanted to continue but which
frightened them at the same time.  Then, almost simultaneously,
their little, stiff cocklets went numb and tingling, a feeling
much like when their arm or leg went to sleep, and then just as
suddenly they felt a shock rip up the core of their cocklets from
their groins, a burning sensation like they were pissing.  Their
legs spasmed uncontrollably and they trembled with their first
orgasms.  Chucky, having been introduced to the mysterious
pleasure several years ago by the Brewster brothers, quivered
with the familiar delight, a delight made even more pleasurable
knowing Michael and Mario were experiencing it for the first
time.  Being part of their first time made him feel incredibly
good.
	Nearby, six-year-olds blond, blue-eyed Davey Kleinsauser and
doe-eyed Samuel Peppin and eight-year-olds swarthy Emiliano
Gonzalez and chubby Lucas Spinner, locked in two hot sixty-nine
pairs, were experiencing the same awesome and frighting pleasure
for the first time also.  Although they had fiddled with
themselves before, Davey and Lucas had never gone so far as to
create the sensations they were presently feeling.  As all four
jerked uncontrollably like four fingerlings out of water, they
marvelled at the weird feelings between their legs and found
still one more reason to be grateful they were boys and cubs.
	Beside them seven-year-olds Rickey Farnsworth and his buddy Alex
Garner were feeling the same as they trembled with their first
orgasms.  Rickey, with his slender cocklet throbbing up his
buddy's tight asshole, grasped his buddy's hips tightly, his
curly, golden-brown hair plastered to his head with sweat and a
smile of pure delight and wonder on his cherubic face.  Alex, who
until that afternoon had only had pee-hards first thing in the
morning, knelt there with his little dicklet grasped in Rickey's
hand and throbbing and burning delightfully.  Having discovered
the pleasure two boys can bring each other firsthand, and having
observed the variety of other ways two buddies can pleasure each
other, they were certain to experience that awesome feeling many
times in the future.
	Swarthy Juan Gonzalez and eleven-year-old Ryan Farnsworth were
in the same position, Juan rapidly thrusting his hips to and fro
and driving his slender, bean-brown cock in and out of Ryan's
pink bubble butt while he furiously wanked on the younger boy's
slender, blood-engorged dicklet.  Juan, who at the age of
thirteen already was well aware of the pleasure he could bring
himself with his hand, was amazed how much better it felt working
his aching early-teen cock in and out of another boy's hot, moist
asshole.  Panting deeply with exertion and lust, the young
Mexican-American closed his eyes in delight as he felt the
familiar pressure reach its peak in his loins and as his young,
cum-filled nuts contracted.  As he shot his hot, young-teen load
up the tight butt of young Ryan Farnsworth, the eleven-year-old
clenched his teeth and the opening of his swollen penis as he
tried desperately to stop from peeing as he felt the familiar
pressure in his loins and the beginning of the burning sensation
passing up the core of his stiff cocklet, too embarrassed to tell
Juan what he was about to do.  To his dismay no matter how hard
he clenched shut his peehole he could not hold it back, and as he
looked down, to his surprise a thin, watery, white fluid came
spurting out of his little cocklet.  He stared down at his
spurting little cocklet with a mixture of relief, amazement,
wonder and delight.  Although the youngster had fiddled with
himself hundreds of times as he drifted off to sleep, never had
he gone so far as to have an orgasm, dry or wet.  He inhaled
deeply, savouring the fragrance of his first nut, and he clamped
his cum-filled butt down tightly around Juan's slender, throbbing
cock as his own cock throbbed delightfully in Juan's hand and his
first cum oozed down over the boy's swarthy fingers.
	The picnic shelter was filled with the heavy, laboured breathing
of twenty-eight flushed, satisfied boys, their cocks stiff and
throbbing, their balls drawn up tightly, many of them sticky with
cum, theirs and their partner's.  A cold wind picked up outside,
swirling the snow around the shelter as a full, silver moon shown
down through the pines.  This was going to be one winter camporee
they would never forget, and the evening had just begun.


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